I'm just a cock-eyed pessimist

Hmm. The doctor wants me to go into a hypertension clinic, in part because I am "so young" even though my readings were only slightly irregular.

Proust is at 107 and has just had a very rich passage about street vendors in Belle Epoque Paris. No luck getting him to stop talking about his jealousy about Albertine.

Back to work - very busy today.

"You can sort of understand parents’ affection for the sound of Chimera Griffin, but Monster Moor and Goblin Fester? Or Cheese Ceaser and Leper Priest? What provokes current celebrities to name their children Sage Moonblood Stallone and Speck Wildhorse Mellencamp?"

"A Boy Named Sue," full article on the New York Times.