It's not easy trying to catch a reader's attention when the news offers so much diversion. And then there's the return of Twin Peaks tonight. On weekends now instead of reading in the afternoon I go to galleries to see new art, but that means driving around this sluggish city through perpetual rush hour. At least the art is worth seeing and I'm looking at it without trying to evaluate it by standards of quality that are the same as standards of economic value. It's enough to see what other artists are doing with the spirit of the times. I see wit, color, a refusal to take the grim world so seriously that the grim enters the work as the tone instead of as the inspiration to resist the grim. To this end, I'm not reading anything that has the same quality.