Shot of the Day

I don't think that art is a competition. Still, Picasso and Matisse struggled to win the ideological battle over the direction of painting would take in the 20th century. Hemingway wanted to beat Faulkner. Such things are awful, but they are true.

So I am thrilled to win Shot of the Day at Polaoid.net. Laugh if you will, but I see great things. I'm waiting for a call from MoMA.

OK. Maybe not. But I'll take any attention I can get. I get a kick out of dogs with wagging tails and fawning postures approaching me in the street. A friendly waitress makes my night. I'm like that. Pathetic, really. But if you hurry over to the site, you can see my minutes of grandeur.

By tomorrow, this part of the country will have joined the rest of you for awhile in having autumnal weather. Maybe the madness will leave me then. Last night, I had the most deliciously vivid dream, more vivid than anything in years and years. But then I woke when in the dream I heard myself saying, "You know how good this feels? It is going to feel just that bad when it's gone."

I want to wake from the dream sometime without the warning.

Anyway, I sure hope I get famous soon. If I get enough money, I can pay young boys to take these photos and write the stories while I sit by the pool and relax.

Oh, yea. I forgot to mention, I won ten euros. My treat.