Things seem clearer in the silver light of the extraordinary - Harlan Ellison

Elton John
Mona Lisas and mad Hatters
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees
never grow in New York City

Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light

This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City

Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

I woke up thinking about the difference between elusive and immediate. I admire elusive and find myself to be immediate. I really am trying to cultivate the art of waiting 24 hour before responding to anything that riles me up.

I always feel the uncontrollable desire to 'go to war' and rally the troops. 'Fight or flight' as my old therapist would say.

Simon had blackened snapper with crawfish and crab last night with his buddies and got, in return, a rousing case of food poisoning. Sicker and more pitiful than I have seen him in a while. Keeping it quiet for him - not alot of comfort I can offer other than a cloth on his forehead and Andrews salts.

going to do bills now. its nice and overcast. If he feels better later, I can work in the balcony as planned(its off the sickroom - I mean bedroom).