New Toys

I did something fairly unusual today. I purchased software. I know everything should be free free free but there are times you have to bite the bullet.

I found some rather nifty image processing tools that should prove to be a lot of fun and maybe take me to some new places graphically. As you can see, I  am exploring some of the composite features which seem quite promising.

So I lazed around pretty much all day after brunch, nursing my cold and serious sinus condition. Met a guy at the post box who was grooming his fox trotter early this afternoon. Seen him around for years, he has been riding through the valley for over 40 years. He kind of made me feel old. Something along the lines of "at our age old timer, any day on this side of the dirt is a good day." He has to have 12 years on me and I wanted to say,"just how frigging old do you think I am?" But the reality is hey we seen each other around for a long time. And I am getting crows feet.

Read and saw that that no talent modern artist Cy Twombly is painting a ceiling in the classical bastion of good taste, the Louvre. "Well hell, I guess it's a good thing that Haring is dead or we would have little cartoon penises on the ceiling, wouldn't we?"

Guys like Twombly should stir disgust in the innards of every true craftsman who has handled a brush.

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As a devoted information junkie, I think that I have reached my personal tipping point with printed newspapers. The 24 hour cycle is a twentieth century anachronism. I have read 3/4 of the stuff already online. I don't even enjoy reading the sunday papers anymore with the exception of opinion and a few funnies. Metropolitan Diary and Vows in the Times. About it. Newspapers seem to be shifting to more sensational news of the weird bits to dumb down and hook people.

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The Maciel scandal in Mexico is every bit as sordid and perverse as the one in Wisconsin. Read the Los Angeles Times article here.