In the last part of the “Iraq Barbecue” painting, we see the Pilsbury Doughboy holding Japan on a stick. I don’t know why he’s holding Japan. Every time I try to attach profound thoughts to this painting, they dissolve into silly meanders on a closer exam. Maybe that’s the real message behind the painting.

Went to Prescott yesterday with Juan and Luli and Zach. We all took one car, so we weren’t wasting a ton of gas money. Prescott is beautiful, but they were having a bluegrass festival yesterday.  That made it a bit difficult to get around town.  We stopped in a couple of stores and browsed around and ate lunch.

Not much else to report.