Washington D.C. has some magnificent architecture. Not that I would know, because I only left the house for Indian food. Oh, and for Starbucks this morning, where I compared Palm phones with a stranger who turned out to be a professor of theoretical Physics at Johns Hopkins University. We ended up in a lengthy, lively chat. If I were granted a couple extra lives to while away, I’d spend one of them as a scientist. Probably a cognitive neuroscientist. Today I managed to find about nine minutes in which to steal away into the den to work on the song ‘Magic,’ which I hope to nurse to demo stage by the weekend. The song is a bit conceptually complicated, but it needs to feel musically simplistic if it’s going to do its job.

(Sent from my mobile phone.)