In book news I read "Black Hole" by Charles Burns yesterday, along with Yoshihiro Tatsumi's "The Push Man." Figured I would read them on a rainy day. "Black Hole" was one of those books where I was almost sorry that it contained a traditional plot point (spoiler: murder). It didn't need a murder. It was trying to get at something pretty heavy and interesting. One of the books it reminded me of in that vein was "Super-Cannes" by J.G. Ballard. It was trying to talk about a true mystery, the mystery among other things of how we form groups and decide who's in and who's out, and then it sorts of turns into a sex-murder mystery. It may be that the heart of everything is sex and murder, and that in order to touch on really mysterious parts of life some books just have to tie them to exciting plot points. But plot points aside, "Black Hole" was pretty neat, and "The Push Man" was fascinating, a bunch of graphic stories about working-class life in late-60s Japan. All the women work at those geisha bars.