March 2, 2005
For my birthday, Constance gave me a book on Carrie Mae Weems and the male gaze. At first I was uninterested, but knew I needed to at least leaf through it for the inevitable interrogation that would follow. Perhaps that is too hard a word but I don't have my women's thesaurus about so let it lie, Diary. Anyway, it turned out to be quite interesting. I've decided to turn my Nikon on people in the house instead of the birds. I'll start with the local gentry. That's what I call Manolo's fan club. I thought the basketball all star game was this weekend, but I missed it. I'll have Manolo check the old papers for the score. Until rapture, Diary.