Picked up a copy of Walker Percy's The Moviegoer for three bucks at Second Story on Johnson Street. I'd been looking for the book for a couple weeks and attuned myself to the vibrations of the city - or something. The graffiti's been telling secrets, and it isn't along the lines of "Buy War Bonds." I also ended up with a copy of The Early Works of Winsor McKay, the artist who created the Little Nemo in Slumberland comic strips around the beginning of the Twentieth Century. While his politics were a little odd by our reckoning, he was a brilliant graphic artist for his time.
Napolean Dynamite was great - watched it with Michael and Steff last night, at Cinecenta. It was the kind of comedy that makes you painfully aware of your own awkward behaviours. Ended really well, fought against expectations.
That short story has hiccuped into something. I don't know. I'm going to go work on it it for a while.