I bought some art today. Yes, art. Actual art. Not a litho, not a repro, but a piece of paper upon which some guy smeared gouache and pastels. It’s hanging in my "dining room" where I eat my Lucky Charms and ramen, on a wall adjacent to another wall where a nicely framed collection of 20th Century Fox DVDs tries to look gallery-worthy.

I hope the real art is not disappointed in its new home.