We went to the Huntington library on Thursday. It has a Japanese botanical garden, with lots of rocks and cherry blossoms and bonsai trees. Bonsai trees are really cool.
In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, I Live in Technicolor has already supplanted the great Cliffs of Sanity as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects. It, uh. . .