Spoon #14

Spoon #14

by · Oct 10, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

First meeting between Bill and me, with the interest of collaborating on a series of video projects: me directing his short scripts. He is a wonderfully interesting, humorous, warm, and intelligent individual that I can see it being a great pleasure to work with. Not...
Spoon #13

Spoon #13

by · Oct 3, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

Lisa and I traveled to the Musée Mécanique. A collection of old, coin-operated entertainment machines. Most of the machines recreated circus scenes through the movement of tiny metal puppets behind glass. One of the machines was a fortune teller that dispensed cards...
Spoon #11

Spoon #11

by · Sep 27, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

A night of conversation at Lyon’s with Lisa. All-night cafe/restaurants are a precious commodity. Lisa and I had her “love conversation.” She said she’d been having this conversation a lot lately. I still don’t know what entails the...
Spoon #10

Spoon #10

by · Sep 26, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

The last lunar eclipse of the millennium. Saw Kate for the first time in several months. Our recent friendship: a series of on-and-off visits with each other that alternated between fun and distressing. This marks two consecutive pleasant meetings. Perhaps the cycle...
Spoon #9

Spoon #9

by · Sep 23, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

First official job interview. It seems there was a misprint in the job description. I thought I was interviewing for a junior position, my interviewer thought she was recruiting a Senior Producer. I met my father for lunch in the company’s...
Spoon #8

Spoon #8

by · Sep 19, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

My brother bought me a pizza in celebration of my visit to his new place of work. In actuality, it was my waiting for an hour to see him that prompted the offer of a free dinner. Perhaps I will now have to make appointments. I would like to have a job...
Spoon #6

Spoon #6

by · Sep 15, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project

This spoon serves as a symbol for an entire day of events. There are only so many utensils per day that I can liberate. Drove to San Francisco for my first paid job as a session musician (playing percussion). Most of the work consisted of us waiting cozy lounge...

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