FORCE

Laid my eyes upon Wes Anderson's latest "Darjeeling Limited" yesterday. All his movies have rooms and spaces full of interesting furniture and knick knacks, and art, that make you want to inhabit those locations. I sort of hope that these are places created in Mr. Anderson's mind and that like me, he lives in a small apartment with a drop ceiling, nothing on the walls, and China Town couches with crumbs on the cushions from his roommate. What I need is a Cribs episode on this clown.

I got handed a menu on the street this morning. Nothing to strange about getting a menu handed to you, accept when it's a full size laminated menu like you'd find if you were seated inside the restaurant in question. The poor sap who was being paid 5 cents for every menu he handed out couldn't have been pleased to be passing out a menu that cost $7 each to print. It's hard enough to get pedestrians to grab a small flier, let alone an item big enough to use as a sun blocker on your windshield