Here's some end-of-summer sizzle for your retinas -- a windshield reflection in a parking lot on West 43rd Street, solarized into bright abstraction.
It's a beautiful day here and I'm tempted to duck outside for a quick walk, but I have two short papers due at 6 pm and they're nowhere near finished.
Why oh why did I think that adding “homework” to a life that already has so many stupid restrictions was a good idea?
I jest of course. Mostly.