Too flattering sweet to be substantial

"They always say time changes things. But you actually have to change them for yourself."

So said Mr. Warhol, and how apt is that. Enough to displace the master from all but the title this week. From the same webpage on this googlish TFI afternoon is also found this gem from Pearl S. Buck: "Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns how to be amused rather than shocked." Wise counsel. And in addition I need to keep reminding myself how decisions made today are going to lead me to what is (what needs to be) next.

Pirates of Penzance tonight - after a hearty dose of Rum and Cokes, surely. I must win me the draw ("I paid my four bits to see the high diving act and I'm gonna see a high diving act!") to set the stage for White Point.

It is a grey old day in Halifax, and I find myself questioning: what is it about the lingering effects of Thursday night hangovers that make me want to drink again so quickly on Friday afternoon. I blame DJ Phil, but should note I wouldn't want it any other way. I hope I see him just one more time, somewhere, before we're gone.

Perhaps.