The egg and the Moz

In today's Boston Globe Calndar section, there is a snapshot of a batender fom Bukowski's in Boston, and he scrawled underneath his name "The sanest days are mad". Nice Morrissey reference. It made me happy to read today during lunch. The song is one of my favorites, "Why Don't You Find Out For Yourself" from Vauxhaul and I.

Staring at the OS X screen for the umpteenth hour, I thought that ideas were like eggs, and the different applications in the dock on the bottom were like different wells of easter egg color.