Well, the actual Grammy arrived yesterday. I'm glad it did. It has a great weight to it. And I like the shape; it's like a big, shiny, metal flower.

I'd been waiting for it as a motivation to put up a fresh post. I hear you, Elaine--I have been remiss. I do miss the exchanges with everyone; and god knows there are so many things to write about.

Osama dead in Pakistan, Obama born in America and Donald Trump clearly from Moronica. I feel it only fair that Trump now explains without reservation why he persists in wearing a dead cat on his head.

For me things are up in the air right now. So much seems so nebulous; which is probably why I've avoided trespassing here; it means having to face and acknowledge the actual state of things.

I'm going to Germany at the end of June. The Munich Film Festival is having a retrospective of all my films, from Johnny Suede to When You're Strange. I'm excited by this, and incredibly honored, but a part of me flinches at the reminder of how many years have passed since I made Delirious.

There is progress on raising financing for the three feature scripts I've written. It comes in fractions of inches, but it comes. Someone asked me recently how I keep going. The question unsettled me. I couldn't answer right away. Part of me was wondering if the question inferred another question, "Why do you keep going?"

I finally responded that I've had some thrilling successes and some crushing disappointments but since none of the setbacks have rendered me physically incapacitated I really have no excuse to keep me from picking up the phone and starting another round of calls.

But, for the first time I also answered that deep within my being I believe I have a vision that is unique; at least one that is absolutely particular to me. And I feel an unexplainable obligation to nurture, sustain and support that crazy thang.