Fri 5 July 2002 - Grit
I’ve been thinking maybe I should pep my diary up a bit.
Monday
Did gardening. Dug out fossil of an as-yet unheard of dinosaur.
Tuesday
Recording session with Bowie. He seemed a little down.
Wednesday
Discovered a new element in the periodic table.
Thursday
Packing for New York. Spielberg called to arrange a meeting. Told him I’ll be too busy.
Actually my week hasn’t been that interesting. The only thing I can think of that’s remotely amusing is this:
On Tuesday as I was leaving work, I began munching on an apple. As I left the building, a big gust of wind blew up outside, and dust enveloped the people on the street. Like most people I shielded eyes and kept walking, and it died down after a few seconds. I looked down. My apple was gritty. Little pebbles and sand right through it. Yuck.