The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
March 3, 2005

Ideas

I had a dream the other night that I hired the best comics of the sixties and seventies to write a two hour routine with all-new material on airline food. Then I booked Laurie Anderson to open. I was a producer in my dreams. The frustrating thing was in the dream, it was about to open and the lights came up on a brick wall and a microphone stand and that's when I woke up. While I was reading the paper this morning it struck me that I should consider getting a summer place in Vancouver. Maybe it would be winter place, I'm not sure. All I know is, Vancouver is like you dropped into the middle of a city of the future the way John Badham would direct it. Just now, Manolo spilled a sack of peppers on the floor. They fell into a pattern that looks just like the Phillippines. I plan to sketch it.