Closed for cleaning.

A prayer for Penelope. A portrait in passion. I love you.

Keep the thoughts coming and we will talk next year.

In these times of fewer opportunities, less leaps of faith, reduced entrepreneurism, reductions in confidence and a descending conservatism on a generation that has not experienced a recession, I will have mercy on you. That's the difference.

For those who think in the shower, ideas sprout and feed on water like water feeding the plants. Drenched in the memory of those reclaimed atoms pelting our skin and skinning our pelts, absorbed into streams of sexy oxygen that migrate to the brain case and seed the axons with axioms and shudder onto our screen based lobes to act as bulbs for flowers of concepts and septums of conceit. And that's how I plan my day.