A Charlie Brown Day

Tea: White Grapefruit with Honey

Music: Vince Guaraldi Trio, "Linus and Lucy"

Time: Night

My day hasn't been scripted entirely by Charles Schulz, but it's been close.

I did manage to get all but the last four pieces (which still have to be ordered) matted and framed for the photo show in March and April. But along the way, I managed to completely clear a table by accident when I stood up, didn't realize I had somehow become attached to my matting cloth and started to walk away.

Markers and tape littered the floor. At least I'd cleared the glass stuff a minute earlier.

But on the positive side of Charlie Brownhood, I got to do the happy dance once more when friend/collaborator/undefinable kindred spirit Seánan Forbes got her first New York byline, in the Jobs section of the New York Post. Check it out here. (Actually, it's a bit of a gloat dance. I told her she was good enough to get the gig without having to show previous clips, and she was -- and is.)

I just hope the Schulzian day doesnt' carry over into tomorrow. It's supposed to turn cold -- and while this yellow sweater with the zigzag stripe keeps my top half warm, 30-degree weather won't be any fun in these shorts.

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Tea: Lapsang Caramel

Music: Vince Guaraldi Trio, "The Great Pumpkin Waltz"

Time: Late evening

I didn't grow up with Charlie Brown, but I grew up on him. I had all the paperback collections as a kid, wore the Joe Cool T-shirt in high school, wrote Linus and Charlie Brown into a very short story that's out there on the Web under one of my other names.

(And yes, that was me in the yellow shirt with the zigzag on the front a couple of Halloweens ago. So maybe I'm not all the way grown up yet.)

So, obviously, I'll read David Michaelis' biography of Charles Schulz once I get the chance (translation: once I get to borrow a copy, find it used or snag the eventual paperback).

It's already causing a bit of a stir, as evidenced by this review and this article, both from the New York Times. Short version: Michaelis apparently characterizes Schulz as melancholy.

Um ... gee, ya think?

Good art is rarely produced by the entirely well-balanced, in the first place (I will grant that maladjusts produce a lot of crap, by the way. Flaws are no guarantee of creative quality -- but they don't hurt.) I mean, look at David. Had his babymama's husband whacked, wrote the 23rd Psalm and most of the lyrics to U2's "40." Same guy.

Also, so much of professional humor is birthed by tension of some sort. Like a Louisville Slugger, it can be both defense mechanism and weapon. Hang around stand-up comics for more than a few minutes, and you'll see (and hear) what I mean. At its best, Peanuts managed the enviable trifecta of being sweet, funny and sad -- often in the same strip.

So if Schulz really was a moody, oft-inattentive grudge carrier ... he found a transcendent way of dealing with it, didn't he? Let that be his real legacy, whatever led him to produce it.

Speaking of maladjusts and misanthropes, here's tonight's tale of sweet, spooky sadness:

Ambrose Bierce, "The Moonlit Road"