18.28
Hotel Acceptable, Red Bank, NJ.
Rising at 04.55.
Breakfast at 06.33 I…
II...
Computing until collected by Tom, Child Of Chaos, in the lobby at 11.00. We remembered each other. To Best Buy, Chez Redmond, another Best Buy. Neither had what I was looking for but had things I wasn’t, so bought them instead.
Back c. 14.50 in perhaps 92F. On the street for lunch at the Broadway Diner I…
II...
… and as much walking in this heat as I could handle I…
II...
III...
Back to more computing, sweating & dribbling gently.
19.52 This is a first in this diary. No fingers are snapping like whipcords on the keyboard of this computer. All that is moving is / are my lips. My lips are not like the lips of promoters, promoters that tell innocent young guitarists that they will be visiting a performance by them. These are the moving lips of an elderly English guitarist. Only the truth falls from these lips, even lips accommodating a Dorset accent. An earlier version of this program was not sufficiently supportive of lip-motion, or perhaps a Dorset accent, for me to invest time and energy to become familiar with its operation. This version however, is user-friendly.
I am a happy boy.
20.48 Computing drawing to a close for this evening. Most of me is five hours later, including my lips.
Lobby call for 12. 45.
Hotel Acceptable, Red Bank, NJ.
Rising at 04.55.
Breakfast at 06.33 I…
II...
Computing until collected by Tom, Child Of Chaos, in the lobby at 11.00. We remembered each other. To Best Buy, Chez Redmond, another Best Buy. Neither had what I was looking for but had things I wasn’t, so bought them instead.
Back c. 14.50 in perhaps 92F. On the street for lunch at the Broadway Diner I…
II...
… and as much walking in this heat as I could handle I…
II...
III...
Back to more computing, sweating & dribbling gently.
19.52 This is a first in this diary. No fingers are snapping like whipcords on the keyboard of this computer. All that is moving is / are my lips. My lips are not like the lips of promoters, promoters that tell innocent young guitarists that they will be visiting a performance by them. These are the moving lips of an elderly English guitarist. Only the truth falls from these lips, even lips accommodating a Dorset accent. An earlier version of this program was not sufficiently supportive of lip-motion, or perhaps a Dorset accent, for me to invest time and energy to become familiar with its operation. This version however, is user-friendly.
I am a happy boy.
20.48 Computing drawing to a close for this evening. Most of me is five hours later, including my lips.
Lobby call for 12. 45.
