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Here is Seven hanging with the latest addition to my room. I have Ginny to thank for pretty much everything on my walls. Coming soon: boring pictures of my fancy new mattress.

One reason concerts are alive and records are dead is that there’s a new value in things which can’t be uploaded as digital content to the internet. I call this phenomenon “the post-bit atom”. It also explains why the art market is booming. Art and music have become social occasions. An art opening or a concert (or, even better, an art opening with a concert included) is a chance for people who spend all day in front of computer screens to see their fellow human beings and share an intense, loud, colourful, real experience with them.

Art and music are also “distinction machines”: efficient ways for people to sum up complex clusters of values — social, political, aesthetic and ethical — and connect with like-minded souls. None of this is going to become less important any time soon.

Photo: Tim Walker, from his current exhibition at the Design Museum London. Song: “Orphans” (lightly feat. the Cat) off the new Beck album Modern Guilt (links to neat video)

Gorgeous prints by Catherine Ledner.

(Uncle?) Flza gave Seven clothes! Tomorrow she’s going to wear the tank top and wind dance.

A couple weeks late here is my recap on the Feline Inn (Anna-Claire’s house). What Anna-Claire’s house lacks in number of cats, just two in comparison to the Hotel Cat’s four, it makes up for in Ada. Ada is the rolly polly dreamboat pictured above and below. Highlights:

• Anna-Claire’s drugstore like collection of make up and products.
• The cold brewed iced coffee + straws.
• Hi-fi dual alarm clock.

I spent this weekend at The Hotel Cat, aka Ginny’s place in Southside. Four kitties of various sizes and dispositions were at my beck and call. In the sink brushing my teeth, on the computer writing my e-mails, doing my laundry, offering beauty makeovers, etc.

Ginny and I saw supported Hot Lava, peeped on people having sex in a car, pulled A-C off the roof and out of her romper, ate a lot of Mexican, drank vodka and watched Susan say farewell to dudez. It was a solid weekend.

Also, Winston (I am not referring to Ginny) was a guest on Pot Psychology! (I’m sorry I sweat Winston…)

Rocky Balboa.