you wrote:
>Sorry if any of my posts seemed hard to follow. Sometimes they consist
>of "thought bombs" which are ever so much better than real ones.
I'm on the spot here, so I agree, but I'd also say so otherwise
anyway: I like your thought bombs. Like a thought balloon, only
filled with water, perhaps baking soda and the other ingredients. But
generally well aimed, placed, timed and explode keenly.
>Circular thinking?
Is there something I said that makes you say this? Or perhaps the way
I said this, or what I omitted to say? I'm glad you liked the maps,
spasmodically though sincerely glad, as I really enjoy and like them
as well.
Harrumph, she harped.
I was momentarily all excited about putting the pop albums on Napster
-- a theme of late in my alter-universe -- then realized they're
vinyl in their jewel box-like cardboard cases, and over 20 feet away
from the computer: the wiring would be no fun; but, maybe I could do
it anyway. Oh, but then I'm on a Mac (Macster prerelease doesn't have
the publishing capabilities of its original brother), though there
must be a way around that, and it would be fun to use this
technology. But then we're for the most part just folk, still have
vinyl (even without players), so maybe the post and jewel boxes
aren't all meretricious artifacts, mere atavistic remnants, but
possibly a most beautiful, economic, fluid, motion capture operating
system.
Harrumph again, without a snide or smirk.
You see, in the world beyond the shadows I don't really like Marcel
Duchamp, yet somehow in here, -- behind the screen, -- it all seems
so appropriate.
To my coy webster in the craft or sullen night: I really like Max
Ernst. And I thought sincerely though spasmodically RA was part of
Sun RA. (Did you inhale?)
Kathy
