Me, you, and the disconnect between.

I've had no column ideas for a week, and still didn't tonight, but had to write one. So I figured out the meaning of life and wrote about that. Currently, my eyeballs hurt.

A survey of you, my friends, shows that you are twisted, sick, pictures of bad health, creators of good pictures, creators of museum exhibits, workers at museums, working at love, struggling with love, tasting sweet love, tasting tasty food, fed to the gills, fed up with your jobs, applying to new jobs, applying yourselves to your writing, writing about why you're angry, angry at stupid people, have mouths twisted with rage, and are just plain twisted. (Look, I'm the Clark.)(A joke nobody will get unless you've seen their new exhibit.)

I still miss being on campus and having my friends so proximal for random hanging out. Yes, I'm hosting Thursday Tea tonight (to which you're invited), but though it's as casual and convenient as I can make it, it's just not the same.