Today had two nice things.

An orange-red leaf carelessly descending slowly over twenty-five feet of asphalt, with the blue lake far behind.

Georgia and I doing the Monster Mash in the kitchen while listening to Bobby "Boris" Pickett's unsurpassable recording of the classic track.

My second niece was born today.

I love her.

If only that was worth more than it is.

It may have been the fault of bad refereeing but it's still a delight to see Chelsea fail.

Stewart Lee's Equation

C = TM + GWBB

Great Moments In 21st Century Journalism

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-19959565

Shocking.

Of Things I've Written

My favorite one lately:

"If the northeast section of San Francisco is Norman Rockwell's Freedom From Want, then the Tenderloin is Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son."

"But there is no role. That is illusion placed upon me by other people. I have no illusions about who I am. As a writer interested in wordsmith, what I gain spiritually can only help me and my writing or topics of my writing. But I have no role, no role at all. I am on no mission. I am what I am, and I write what I write." - Van Morrison