In a pathetic attempt to keep writing, I have this entry which is about a half a click above nothing.

First, I woke up angry at VH1. They need a check on the definition of “one-hit wonder.” I don’t think if you actually had an entire career of albums and folks recognize you as having done something contributory to the world of rock and roll, you should be on that list. The Tom Tom Club, Suzy Quattro and Devo, what the fuck?

I’ll let you have the Weather Girls and Terry Jacks, but not “Whip It.” (By the way, didn’t know the chicks with the capable lungs of the Weather Girls fell off the map because of the rise of video and their appearance but continued to voice albums that other folks lip-synced on the TV. That sucks.

Second, apologies to those desparately flailing away at chipping through the ice in New England. Yesterday, it was a top-down in the convertible, ain’t it nice to be in shorts day here near the Bay.

Finally, M. has masterminded a home-decorating idea that I am meant to carry out. We bought a couple of yards’ wide swath of muslin, upon which I’m going to create a photo montage with our printer and some iron on action. Then, we’ll stretch the cloth over wooden canvas stretchers and have us a home-made wall hanging deluxe.

Loosely, the theme is the west, and I’m sorting through the pics that might make the cut. Here’s a gallery here of some contenders. The exercise reminds me that I have a few shots that I like in my photo logs.