I've been doodling again lately, while watching laws get passed on C-SPAN 2. I've been seeing the Senate lately because the TV in my basement only has two channels, and I'll be darned if I'm going to watch nuns pontificate over the doomed destiny of my eternal soul. On many nights, in the middle of some lawmaker's glorious statement, baseball from Baltimore and Washingon, D.C., interrupts. Both Congress and baseball are both very hypnotic and full of strategy and jargon. I like their juxtaposition.

I just read a rare and interesting article in the latest Rolling Stone magazine about Owsley Stanley, the LSD-maker and Grateful Dead manager who turned on many pivotal people in the '60s and '70s with his high-grade acid. I enjoyed reading about his combination of genius and lunacy through the eyes of the famous people who knew him before he disappeared into the Australian outback. It's sad that he's so obsessed with an impending end of the Northern Hemisphere through environmental crisis. He seems kind of cool in a Dr. Strangelove kind of stylee. He makes a living as a jewelry maker, and still collects lots of royalties from the recordings he made long ago. He even helped create the Steal Your Face logo, but never got a dime. It's nice to hear he's still alive and kicking!