December 21, 2002
Business meetings all morning yesterday. I have been wearing a tie for the past three days (much to the shock of my staff, especially Abby who keeps betting I am going to run out of ties very soon). I just feel more professional. And I need all of that I can use.

Went over cash flow spread sheets with Carole and R.G.. One shows us losing $90K and the other shows us making $110K. As they say, “The Devil’s in the details.” Or, is that “God’s in the details”? Either way, it’s a pig in a poke (I’ve never quite understood that saying). So how about “Don’t let an art pig poke around in your cash flow spread sheets.”

The bank mixed up our debit card IDs (personal accounts, not TW’s), so every time I have debited art items they have been coming out of our house account. Kathy exasperated. I had to go up to the bank, stand in line for twenty minutes (Okay it was probably seven minutes, but I was irritated) and got cards reversed, deposited enough to cover balance. Did run into Gregg S. who is in on the Rawhide deal and he told me their master plan. Smith & Wesson is proposing a 50,000 square foot museum. Big ideas, hope they can pull it off. Right now they’re battling “404 flood plain drainage” problems, or some such governmental crap. I can just imagine the hoop jumping and agony they must be going thru.

Listened to Tomcat’s CD in my office. The parody song “Gin And Juice” is credited to Phish, but someone told me Dave Mathews is in on it. Whoever they are, these incredible musicians took a rap song and redid it as a hillbilly, mountain song, complete with honey dipped harmonies and Southern accents, mandolins, the whole nine yards. When you hear the music you think you’re getting something off the “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” soundtrack, but then you start listening to the lyrics with lines like, “Dr. Drey brought some bitches from Compton, Hos keep on talkin’...I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too...rollin’ down the street smokin’ endo...with ma mind on ma money and ma money on ma mind...” You get the idea. I’ve listened to it about ten times now and I laugh every time. Just flat out genius. Oh, to be that outrageously funny and good.

Went up to Bashas’ after work and it started to rain. Got ingredients for green chile stew, came home and Tommy built a fire in the fireplace and Kathy came home around seven. We snuggled in and talked about fictional heroes (they are both reading “Atlas Shrugged” by Ann Rand). Watched a show on Instinct and went to bed around 9:30.

“Creation is a drug I cant do without.”
—Cecil B. DeMille