The greatest piece of art I saw on Sunday was on my way to the Walker. A pinhead snowman, minutes before death, a dripping beard on a tiny old-man face, Giacometti-esque, bent over and held up by one remaining stick-arm.

Yesterday the white and blue cracked marble sky pulsated down on me with magic energy! To look at it was an instant psychedelic trance.

I am invisible sometimes.

As I walked past the Children's Theatre one night, a play was just ending and families walked down the sidewalk toward the parking ramp. These families walked three and four abreast, taking up the whole sidewalk, and not getting out of the way of this large man walking against the flow of the crowd, alone, on the extreme right edge of the sidewalk, which is the proper side to walk on, as I see it. I refused to walk in the snow for these old ladies, who surprised me with their disrespect. I said "pardon me" loudly like ten times while walking only thirty feet.

"I tracked you to work today."

Today I saw a bicycle with icicles!