I'm an outlaw in the court of strong opinion
I had a generally lousy day in not very interesting ways, but in the evening
spatch and I made a steak with black beans and rice and in honor of Harry Morgan's birthday watched Support Your Local Sheriff! (1969), which was delightful: I realized it belongs to the style of comedy which pitches all the jokes it can think of in the audience's direction while running very fast the other way, which I associate with Mel Brooks and enjoy. Tomorrow I have another doctor's appointment so early I might as well not bother trying to sleep. I have too many movies and even books I would rather write about. In the last few nights we seem to have acquired a mockingbird which serenades us at unwanted hours with its celebrated impersonation of a car alarm. It makes a change from the four a.m. motorcycle across the street.

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I see from your most recent entry the outcome of the doctor's appointment. Here's to the drops doing better than the mal-directed ointment.
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It was definitely the right thing to do with the evening. My mother remembers it fondly: she has always liked James Garner. The supporting cast is a heap of character actors, of whom Jack Elam is another standout. And while I still do not think of myself as especially experienced in Westerns, I had seen the major riffs for this movie, which is always fun.
"Can you do the sixth Brandenburg Concerto? How about "Cruel Mother"? How about ... the sound of silence. No I don't mean the song. I mean the sound of one hand clapping."
Maybe it wants to learn John Cage's 4'33"!
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--Or can goaded into it. "I don't know that you're ready for a task as challenging as this. I mean, you're good .... but are you 4'33" good?"