Something there is that does not love a wall

Okay, I haven't fallen off the face of the planet. I've been too busy and, frankly, a bit emotionally under the weather. I will spare everyone the details. You can read the memoir when it's written. My insight for the week: love is like crime--you need both motive and opportunity. Sigh.

And changing the subject...

Has everyone seen Heavy Trash's guerrilla art? I love it. They are installing viewing stations outside LA's gated communities (Brentwood, Park La Brea, etc.). I'm thinking this may call for a field trip; though god knows, they're probably gone by now.

Reuters has the story.