OK! I’m crazy for The Wire! That’s Avon Barksdale (Wood Harris) and Stringer Bell (Idris Elba), the drug lords. I just finished season three on DVD, and the Avon-Stringer thing was soooo Shakespearian! Intrigue! Double dealing! Family and blood brothers and war and power! Whoah.

I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m trying a fake silkscreen thing. Do you like it? Is it too subtle? I’ve often said that I think this kind of stuff is disingenuous, or just a trick, but seeing is believing, you know? I think it kinda works. I don’t know. Most of my jobs are tiny and printed on newsprint, so I don’t think they need any extra muddying. But maybe the times I get internet jobs, jobs on actual good paper and/or in actual sizes bigger than two inches, they could use a little futzing… In other words, this may well appear again some other time.

I’m glad to say my favorite Top Chef Chicago won. She’s wonderful and she’s the hometown hero, with a delightful Chicago accent. Does anybody else think that people from the Midwest talk the way they do because they’re always cheesing? I think there might actually be something slightly insidious about all those hard R’s, gleeful E’s, and enthusiastic A’s… What are Midwesterners hiding from us???

Always-comin-through Jen May curated a group show that’s hanging in her apartment hallway Little Omar’s Gallery, and it’s all about roses!! My contribution is called “By Any Other Name” and it’s all about Gertrude Stein!!! And gold, no less!!!! Exclamation!!!!!