I’m jamming on some crap that needs to be done by tomorrow at 10, which was assigned to me yesterday afternoon. Fortunately, the iTunes release for Windows is out this afternoon. I was able to snag a copy and I’m currently streaming some Mogwai from my PC to the Mac. (there seems to be some issue with the PC loading the Mac’s library, although I can see the Mac library in the iTunes window.) Right the hell on.

Art History. The Art Speigelman lecture last night was fantastic; after waiting through two boring introductions by the UB folks, he lit up a Camel Light and began talking about everything from comics history to the Jewish experience in America to his personal experience at Groud Zero on September 11 (his daughter’s school was at the base of the WTC). He showed slides from an iBook and stepped through his current work, explaining his reasons for leaving The New Yorker and embarking on a new series of work dealing with his post September 11 experiences. Unfortunately they weren’t allowing autographs, so I couldn’t get Maus signed, but he talked for two hours and answered numerous questions with a quick wit and passion for his craft. Jen and I left feeling energized, inspired, and educated.

Angry. To the nice lady who tried to pull the Baltimore Merge (when somebody drives up the median past all the folks waiting patiently in line and then tries to bull in at the front) on me yesterday in the middle of Catonsville: honking the horn of your Rendezvous and flipping me the bird for two solid minutes doesn’t faze me. Take a Lithium or something before you have a coronary, dumbass.