On Art and Identity

Well, that. And stuff.

I know where I'm going with this, but I don't know how to get there. (Going to hell in a bucket, baby, but at least I'm enjoying the ride.)
( More of the usual semicoherence. )

Happy birthday, Nomar Garciaparra. . . .

Second career three-homer day. The third was a grand slam.

It's only the fifth inning, I think.

The crowd is singing 'Happy birthday to you'. . . .