I’ve been sitting here since Letterman went off, trying to think of something unusual in the dawning, arching and dying of this Friday that might bear observation on this blog. Comin’ up with bupkis. I had lunch in one of my usual places, where the owners know me by name, watched my family leave for warmer parts of the state, did a little reading, writing, paid some bills ….

About the only thing I can think of is that I have the song “Benson Arizona,” from the movie Dark Star, floating around in my head.

Benson, Arizona, the warm wind through your hair

My body flies the galaxy, my heart longs to be there

Benson, Arizona, the same stars in the sky

But they seemed so much kinder when we watched them, you and I

Other than that, I suppose I’m doing alright. Good grip on cognitive functions. All five senses percolating along — in sync with the rotation of our arguably stable planet.

POWELL

Phenomenology…