All of the time I spent outside yesterday, I spent cursing. This is because it was a drop-dead beautiful day, with a crisp, bright blue sky and whispy clouds (and later a perfect electric-to-persian blue evening sunset sky), which perfectly offset the warm gray stone of the buildings near Madison Square. And there I was, without my camera. I had thought it too bulky to bring with me that morning.

Today, here I am with my camera, and the skys are uniformly overcast and threatening. Bah.

But small pains like that are fine. Things are going well with the new gig, I think, so far, knock on wood. I'm going to be too busy to think this weekend, but it's all in the name of science. Er, I mean greed. Er, I mean design. That's it, art. In the name of art. Yeah.

Still waiting for my baby to come back from Spain. Preferably not with half a dozen swarthy men named Pablo in tow.