April 15, 2003
Woke up at 3 A.M. because it was raining in my face. After about five minutes (I of course was dreaming this was happening as it was happening) stumbled over to the window and cranked it shut. The window is at least ten feet from the bed. The wind must have been whipping the rain just right because it had to go through the screen, past the love seat, over a stack of books and into my face. From now on, just call me Bob Rain In The Face.

Thanks for the suggestions on what to name the Wyatt Earp painting. I’ll post the finalists tomorrow.

Worked hard on laying out final versions of several articles, little tweaks, misspellings, semantics, run-on sentences. Daniel E-mailed up the latest version of the Wyatt cover and I really like it. Hope you will also. Added the cover blurb: Why Is Doc Holliday So Sexy? And a couple more.

Went to lunch late, at around one, drove up to House of Joy and had a quiet meal ($6 cash). Got a massage at four ($50 biz check) from Christie. She is trying to cut down on how many times she says, “How does that feel?” She still counted 12 times, wanted to come in at under 10. It doesn’t bother me.

Read the new issue of CM magazine (Circulation Management). A woman from Hearst said, “Some might say that putting out a magazine is not rocket science. I would agree. I actually think that it’s harder than that.” Ha. She’s right. She also added that sometimes “success is counter-intuitive.” Oh, so true. Getting back to the covers, As a graphics person I don’t like covers that are loaded up with type but yet I have many a time bought a magazine because of some small blurb stacked into the mix. So when I add cover blurbs I’m going against my intuition. Ah, it’s all rocket science.

“It took me 17 years to get 3,000 hits in baseball. I did it in one afternoon on the golf course.”—Hank Aaron