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022308 - This morn I stayed in bed listening to the winds whoosh over the house as trees swirled wildly outside. Soon I was called to duty, to fill up the ride with biodiesel, then babysit young SP at the MOMA while her mom caught up with a visiting artist from Ireland. Driving toward the pump, my Mom called, and it started out as a nice chat, but by the time I arrived I couldn’t quite operate the pump with one hand; as the rain came down and the double-dose of caffeine took hold, my tone became increasingly spirited. I stated my case, and made some good ground - the best part of the conversation was being able to defend my record, boasting that I expect to outperform the stock market in the next few years. Finally, when another biodiesel seeker pulled up to the pump, I stopped my high-horse preaching and had to hang up. But after all that bragging, now I’d better live up to it! Arriving back at the house, time for showering and primping was gone - off we went, driving back over the bridge into the City - the place is like a tractor beam which pulls things into it. But walking throught the streets, holding SP up so she could see the action, was all good fun - I appreciated seeing the red brick of Saint Patrick’s Church; the last time I saw St. Patrick’s, I was flying out of SFO and glanced down to behold my favorite SF landmark. The art show was interesting, with many geometric models - mostly globes, which had the feel of an inventor’s workshop. Beyond, there were some projection screens which made me think of an Icelandic glacier. This raised the issue about the naming of Iceland and Greenland. I’d met some Icelandic filmmakers at Sundance this year, and they hadn’t heard anything about the switching of the names on the map to mislead opportunistic settlers. When I asked what the name of their country was in their own language, they replied: ‘Eece-land.’ It still makes me wonder! Beyond, there was a darkened corridor and some of the floorboards seemed warped or loose. As a museum staff person pressed it in to place, water ripples spread from the floor up a white screen at the back of the room. Other patrons caught on, stepping on the floorboards to send ripples up the screen. The result was a soothing, natural effect which SP seemed to like very much as well. Beyond the long queue of people waiting to get a peek, there was a silver cube sculpture that looked like some sort of futuristic DJ booth; people who peered in to the ends of the star-like tendrils were reflected multiple times on the smooth silver surface, like some sort of kaleidescope. Beyond was an entire wall of sea sponge skeletons. Anyway, it was hot in there, and simply packed full of people - despite offers to stay on for more City action from my friends, I opted to return to Marin, and am now back here in the room, yawning with the blanket over my legs, ready to set back in to a lovely nap.