Artwork Discount (Blatant Plug)

BLATANT PLUG & DISCOUNT

Hit the link above. I'll sign anyone's prints. You too can own a McNay piece. This is the one everyone likes.

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Me And A Lot of Tall Guys

Dreams are really just an echo of the day. A couple days ago after a run in at work, I dreamt of a dragon in our living room and the difficulty of getting it outside without it destroying anything. Last night it was going to some Boy Scout thing where there was supposed to be a pick-up basketball game of the adults (parents) and I figured what the hoot (I'm 6'7"). Well, in my dream, I was the shortest guy. There were these 6'10" guys, all pro ball players that had showed up to show off for the Scout Troop- a lot like the rich parents do at school fund raisers- they show up, but then don't show up any other time. I walked away. (And woke up) It had a lot to do with feeling intimated (which I don't feel much) and worries about the bear getting his just due his last year playing for the college team and then the whole thing about the bears being young and now, perhaps, being faced with the reality of getting jobs after college and maybe having to put up with a life they haven't planned for or wanted. My expectations were lower (and much higher). The working world was just something you had to do, whether it was as a clerk or a fry cook or a truck driver. I thought my books would be published.

I hope it all works out. Me, I just walk away. I've always just walked away.

Just Bought Her Today

This is the actual car. A discard rental car - had good luck with them. Kia (my nephew works at a dealership up in Portland and swears by them) Spectra 2009. Will give it to the bear that needs it and will get my wife's PT Cruiser back. Three car family again, probably be four by next summer, what do you do with five drivers in the family? We're lucky to be upper middle class and have money and credit. How did I get here? The fry cook from Bloomington that dropped out of school.

Anybody want Iris Dement's "My Life" - Bought at a thrift store for two bucks and and found I already had it. I'll send it to you for free. Email me at mcnay@usc.edu

It's Large

Well, it looks like its on. The backpacking buddies say they're interested. The prodigal son says if he gets a job, he will postpone it until we return. The other bear may be in Pakistan, but what are you to do? Big spring, with graduations and interviews and internships and looking for work and the change of life again.

We're everywhere.

Famous Banjos

Images of Survival

This is Matisse, if you don't know. Outside the children's ward at Cedars Sinai Hospital there was a very large bowl of goldfish. I relieved the ex- to take Heather out in a wheelchair with the IV dangling to visit them every evening. We gave them names. Then I got sick myself and couldn't go any more. We had hepatitis- I was the last one to come down with it. They made me leave work because I had come in with yellow skin and eyes. Everyone in the large accounting office had to get gamma globulin shots. When I recovered and returned the boss told me I was a pain in the ass, literally. The Sikh ladies in the house tried to feed me Beet Casserole and got mad because I lit up in the middle of the day in my room, because I was too weak to get up and go outside.

Caregivers Too

We were living in the women's ashram in west Los Angeles and I was working down town at the Bonaventure Hotel every day. I was riding the bus and was the sole breadwinner for our little family. We had nothing. All of our belongings were in Arizona in storage and we had no car.The Westin Corporation had no slack for its employees. You could not come in late, you could not deviate from the dress code or the behavior set forth for you. We were also not paid very much, but I did get insurance for the first time.

A lady appeared at the house from Northern California. She was a Sikh and the other ladies in the house knew her. She had left her husband of 10 years, because all he did was smoke dope all day long. She had a van that looked something like the one above. Nice lady, she didn't have the commune attitude or the strict notion of lifestyle because she hadn't ever lived in the communal setting. She was trying to figure out what to do with her life. She stayed at the house and helped out here and there. 

Heather had a bad ear infection and so I took off so that I could take her and my ex- to the doctor and back on the bus and I had promised I would be in at noon. We went and came back and Heather, as we returned to the house started acting sleepy. I left and ran for the bus to get to my forever important job. When I got to work, the ex- called me from the hospital. Heather had gone into convulsions and Sava Kaur (her real given Sikh name) had rushed her and the ex- to Cedars to the emergency. I ran back to the bus to get there. (This was before the day of the cell phone) Went I finally got there, Heather was in stable condition and was expected to recover. The doctor said another half hour and she probably wouldn't have survived. The little flowered bus will always have a place in my heart. Along with its owner. I think she ended up going back to her old hippie husband up north.