Venus bright and shining nearby

Still in the thick of a thick patch, but I did steal outside for a walk right as Venus traveled across the sun earlier this month. Not that you can see it in this photo, and not that I could make it out even with my friendly neighbors' glasses, but it was still a nice break.

And the day before, alee_grrl had sent to me "Cheshire Magic," a poem she wrote that's now posted at her journal. (The subject line's from the poem.) *dances*

from the Dept. of Everything Is Related to Many Other Things

I could go on and on, and it seems I have. And please, don't hold me to any of this. In a month I could change my mind. That's the beauty of a play like this, the discoveries, the breakthroughs, the layers. It's like getting in an elevator and going down to the basement, thinking that's as far as you can go, and then one night you get in and see there are three more buttons leading to sublevels you hadn't seen before. It's been the high point of my theatrical career, and it has made me hungry for more.

- Nathan Lane on performing Eugene O'Neill [in the New York Times]