I hung out with Bart Bickle last night. It has been quite a while since I have seen him and he looks pretty much the same, plus a little weight. He has a degree as a landscape architect, and he's really into trees and stuff. He seems pretty happy about it. He's really into planting trees and hanging around nurseries and he feels contempt for people who buy Christmas Trees because, as he said, the only thing they want to talk about it whether it's this big or that big. And when he said that, he gestured with his hands to indicate a tall tree and a slightly shorter one. I guess that is a way to rankle people.

But I think it is time for some social commentary. You don't want to hear the boring minutia of my days and nights. So here goes. The whole world is going to hell and we are all going to die, probably pretty soon. I mean, you look around, and everyone is so enmired in their ignorance and foolishness that its a wonder we don't all just drop dead. I'm not being topical here, but this whole mularky because of the exposure of Janet Jackson's breast just makes me wish the window opened wider so I could fit out. Of course the truth is it's only about thirty feet to the sidewalk so I'd probalby just twist my ankle. Or maybe I would break a leg or something. But the point is, amid the din of people prattling on about nothing, whether gay people should get married or kobe bryant had sex or whatever, it just seems like you might as well just sit weeping on your couch every night, for the good it will do.

Actually I must confess that last bit was sort of torn from real life. My honey said we should have a baby and I said we should open a nursing home instead and kill people, because it would be better to take people out of this world than bring them in, and that seemed to upset her. So this is sort of a reference to her, when I say sit and weep on the couch. But the truth is she is very nice and smart and competent and good at learning about epithial cells and how they get motility and how dysentery works on a cellular level. Plus she's reading over my shoulder.