The Triumph of the Skies Thursday, December 25, 2003

Gut Reaction Redux: A brilliant movie with some unfortunate moments.

Not much time to post, but the short of it is, Mrs. WTJ and I went to see you know what a second time--a calmer day, a nearer seat, a more agreeable mood. And I got it. The jarring moments--dopey plot connections and dialogue--seemed eminently forgivable this time around, like General de Gaulle's name on the letters of transit in "Casablanca."

Meanwhile, Christmas. We spent it with my sister. One of the calmest and most agreeable ones I've ever had. It snowed for two minutes, just enough for my nieces to notice. Somebody was watching. As ever.

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I'm Just an Animal Looking for a Home Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Thirty-three years ago today I arrived from Planet Zongo. I plan to commemorate the event by editing with guilty fury on one screen and wasting time with furious guilt on another.

Merry Christmas to all. It's been a year of rough adjustments and hard work for most everyone I know. But take heart. As Phil said, "The Grim King will always lose." He was talking about Nixon, but you know what I mean.

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Zig Zag Wanderer Monday, December 22, 2003

Lots to talk about, which is why I haven't been postig lately. Mrs. WTJ and I scrubbed down the house for a party over the weekend, finishing with minutes to spare (her head was still towelled when the first guests arrived, and I was still tucking in my good shirt). Fun times, classy eats, many friends, some from far away. Eclectic presents given and received: My bedside reading is now a fabbo book about the sexuality of Christ in renaissance art. And you thought I was beyond self-parody!

More soon. Deep thoughts brewing, and I've got deadlines to meet.

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