I'm not hot shit in a wineglass, more curried goat in a paper cup

Hey, LooksToAlaska - Percy's expanding his shop. 

(And for the rest of you - last year when Hawk was visiting I directed him down to Percy's store to see if he could rent a bike, and Percy just outright lent him one of his own.  Lent his own bike to a guy he never met.  I guess he could tell that here was a guy who was just jonesing to ride.  When Hawk stopped somewhere a guy came up to him and said, "A friend of mine has one like that" - it was an unusual Brazilian bicycle, apparently, and this guy was checking to make sure Hawk hadn't stolen it.  So Percy knows a lot of people who look out for him.)

I was actually looking for an article I saw yesterday in the paper about Bill Cunningham, who used to live down the hall from me, years ago, when I lived in a huge building downtown.  I remember him as round, bouncy, somewhat insane.  No wonder I haven't seen him around in years - he's now skeletally thin and in a wheelchair, one of his legs having been amputated due to developing diabetes.  But he's still doing his art, and it only gets better, apparently.  There were a couple of small photos of his pieces, and I was hoping there was an online version of the story so I could link back to it.  No such luck, or at least I can't find it. :(  I've written to the newspaper, though, maybe they'll be able to help me. 

The connection was that the Percy article was called "Art Thinking" or something like that, so I hoped it was the article about Bill. 

It's a beautiful day and I went for a walk to the Transportation Center (train/bus terminal).  It was a place I new I could use a bathroom and get a drink of water, and then walk back.  Unfortunately I did that after having told Eor that I was going to the Western Prom... I sort of overshot and kept going, so when he went looking for me I was not to be found.  Oops.  So we both had lovely, but independent, walks.  I just didn't expect him to go looking for me, and I hadn't realized until I got moving that I really needed to walk for at least an hour. 

Among the many lovely musical selections I listened to on my way was "Jackie Chan," by (I think) The Toasters. :)  It got me thinking about Jackie Chan movies, the goofy nobility of the characters he usually plays, and thinking of that as to film noir as ska is to jazz...  and don't tell me film noir and Jackie Chan movies are completely incompatible - Cowboy Bebop would give that the lie.  I wish I could write something like that.