Ray Charles is now on the calendar.
i think that means it's February.

a nice change from John Lennon.

we see a lot of him around here.
he's all over the walls, even on a pillow.
(but on the pillow it's pop art. that makes it okay. somehow pop art makes everything okay.)

Andy Warhol.

















i had a few failed theories today, like many other days.
but today those failures were contrasted with a few kind words.
a few of those words were from someone in a multi-purpose room.
the others were from a somewhat unexpected person in the hallway of the apartment building i live in.

a star is now hanging in my window. a white star.
it creates a soft light in the room.
i bet it looks nice from the street outside too.




i believe that it is now Friday. thank God.
who knew a glass of port could taste so good?
(like syrup.)