PLUCKEY'S web

Year: 1999

  • New Year’s Eve in San Francisco

    I arrived in San Francisco after some 12 hours of travel (by van to Nashville, flight to Dallas, flight to SFO). Gwen retrieved me from the airport and took me to the current Rhoton West establishment — a spacious apartment located a block from the edge of Golden Gate Park and some 10-12 blocks from…

  • Starting 2000 in San Francisco

    I’m busy packing, getting ready to head out to San Francisco for the first week of the New Year. King and Gwen are my hosts for this California adventure. Tune in to this page to check out some of the things I see & do in SanFran. Here’s where I’ll be staying. Look very closely…

  • The Dynamic Figure

    In looking through a stack of papers on my desk, I found this marvelous self-description — not written by me or about me, but it was sent to me (from Gwen) back in ’97: “This is an actual essay written by a college applicant to NYU. The author was accepted and is now attending NYU.…

  • Stillness, peace, and hope

    Ah, Monday. Almost December, but you knew that. No sculpture class this upcoming month (I’ll post pix of my sculpted works here after they’ve been fired and scanned); no tap lessons, either (just wait ’til next year). But I am practicing to sing in Vivaldi’s Gloria with the Church of the Good Shepherd choir (up…

  • Being or not too being

    I have to say that I highly recommend “Being John Malkovich.” I found it surprising, funny, twisted. Can’t wait to see how the Saturday morning cartoon version turns out.

  • Renewal

    Yes, I’ve finally begun a renewal of my web site. (Y’know, once a year or so <grin>). So far today I’ve laid the groundwork for the past section. Later this week, more work on present and future. I’m expecting to make available an ongoing journal of my upcoming trip to San Francisco for New Year’s…

  • Another beginning.

    As the poster that hangs on my living room wall says: Time is a whisper. I guess you could say I’m very accustomed to new beginnings … to adapting a fresh existence out of the remnants of my old life. Once again, I’m trying to “turn it all around” and make sense from the chaos…