January 24, 2005
I stopped by the Getty this afternoon and pondered if beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. I figured it out, but Van Gogh’s “Irises” collapsed the thought and a gentleman who claimed to have been on the garden tour hounded me for a signature along with a conformation regarding Eddie Murphy’s comic genius which distracted me long enough to lose my philosophy entirely. It’ll come back. Oh, I was unpleasantly suprised to find no Rodin pieces either. This may seem weird Diary, but if I lived in the right time at the right place, I would have wanted Rodin to sculpt me. Not being arrogant, I just want to see the true me. Ah yes, diary, when the weather suits you not, try smiling. Thus spoke Manolo. Good day.