Jul 272008
I did a little cleaning and tidying up of the second bedroom this afternoon. Besides serving as sleeping quarters for guests, the second bedroom is where I put things that don’t have a defined place. Old photos, old comics, old clothes. My nurse suggested that I hang up or otherwise display some of the pictures of me that we found; a suggestion that received a muted reception from me. I’m not some third-world dictator who feels the need to have his likeness on view for any and all visitors.
I did end up hanging a sketch that some street artist in Paris did of me. The guy in the sketch is better-looking than me, so I didn’t feel too self-conscious about putting it on display.
