Stripes Are the New Plaid Plus Babylon Katanga

Spent yesterday updating links & pix on the media site and writing fake bio's. Boring, boring, boring.

If it were my circus, I'd publicize it like the Three Penny Opera: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! For the first time ever under the Big Top we have real live Russian mobsters! Fresh from his killing spree in Chechniya, young Vasili Whateverthefuckhislastnameis-ovitch joined Cirque de Meprise to bring his fashion statement to the world! 'My hobby is cruising the crowd for well-dressed children,' he chuckles. 'Then I hold them at gunpoint while their mothers clutch my garments and sob and empty out their ATM accounts. Stripes are the new plaid!'"

(Actually, that would be a pretty good plot for a Carl Hiaasen-type novel: Russian mobsters hiding out in an American mudshow…)

Also yesterday, a horrendous storm, classic Pineapple Express, wildly whipping winds, a little bit of spray, dozens of rainbows. The dogs were frightened, drove me crazy with their whimpering. Around noon I took them for a forced march on the beach which was really strange because despite the wind, the ocean was flat as glass and the low tide had receded so far out that I could see the ruins of the ancient corroded pilings that 60 years ago supported a wharf.

Woke up this morning with a last fleeting image from a complicated dream. I was in a lecture hall. The professor was saying, "The decline of Babylon Katanga as a civilization can be traced to three factors…"

Wish I knew what those three factors are.