First impression. This download your music thing is pretty nice. Or is this not new information? I've spent a few dollars in the last couple of minutes downloading songs I would never have found in a record store. I listened to it as I drove into the office this morning: white, broad brimmed hat pulled down low over my black nasty looking glasses - Panama Eddie heading out on a tear - the mind dreaming itself floating in a warm muddy sea - so alien, so weird - yet the red rubber ducky looming out of the sun swimming toward me over the horizon seems so safe and familiar even though it's fifty stories tall.

Now, is that the iPod or the hat? If an iPod can get me to listen to music again as I once listened to music, it's worth most anything it may have cost. Another high point here as I dream the American Dream? Reading Hunter Thompson one has a certain ambivalence toward “The American Dream”. Still, Gershwin is playing as I write. Buffalo Springfield, Gershwin, Leontine Price and Pink Floyd. God could be on my side. God and this bottle of sake I've been consuming throughout the evening, stoking the fires.

Wednesday. I realized that bottle of sake Monday night might not have been my best move when Tuesday morning arrived. Such is life. Today was fine, into the office early, out of the office before five. Another flash card arrives for the camera tomorrow allowing two hundred more photographs for a total of eight hundred now available for a shoot. (I know you were concerned.) I almost ran out of space shooting the Carnaval parade and I promised I'd be ready for Gay Pride coming this Sunday (he said). Or is it Saturday? Given my history it's best to check.