The Day of the Dead is actually two days. I don’t think I knew this. Looking at Mexican folk art of skeletons many years ago, I thought up Hirst’s diamond skull.
I set up a friend with a wireless network today. New York City must glow internet. Anyway, she lives on the East Side and the marathon was today and traffic was crazy. The addition of hundreds of pedicabs greatly hindered my usual traffic-weaving. I want a flying bicycle.