So on another side note: the Twitter experiment continues. To whatever end, however bitter or not . . . 140 characters or less at a time.

Suiciedgirls is following me. In an alternate social network reality. & for once I am not just being paranoid.

Actually, I haven't graduated to paranoia. I'm still struggling with mononoia.

Say good night, Gracie.

Would Christianity survive the discovery of an extraterrestrial civilization? Hard to imagine how. It's "universality" is terribly parochial and earth bound. Would Jesus need to be crucified on multiple planets? Thought experiment percolating. How would "original sin," the underpinning and prerequisite for salvific theology, work for multiple high level sentient species separated by vast light years in space time and radically different evolution? How would the uncomfortable discontinuities be explained away?

Resistant as religious conviction is to the power of reason, there may yet be this rock or reality upon which this faith would break?

Well, H1N1 has now infected my immediate world in principal if not in immediate biological fact. My overseas business travel planned for next week has been canceled in what may most likely prove to be an excess of caution. I had mixed feelings about having to take the trip in the first place, so now I have similarly mixed emotions about the cancellation, having expended at least some effort to psych myself up for it. In the end I don't think it's a great loss, but missed travel is always missed opportunity. I will never know. Of course, we never do. In some distant alternate universe another version of me does go, does know, and does not have access to what happens here in this version instead. Finally, nothing is lost to the totality. So my feeble understanding of modern physics says, at least.

Unexpected sunshine has suddenly appeared through the apartment window. Alas, the laundry must still be done. I can only hope the clearing perseveres.




Here comes the sun . . .




Viola!

Decent days these past few. Much film to develop & needs to be done tonight. Rediscovering some of Walker Evens taken in his old neighborhood on E 92nd St. That, and the dentist.

It is the 445th anniversary of the birth of William Shakespeare (1564). The 1560s were a different sort of 60s altogether from the sort of 60s many of us knew, but the man had the hair for it, an eye for the irony of it, and an ear for the music of it, that keeps him cool throughout. A tip of the hat & a tip of the glass and a trip tippling a phrase traipsing merrily off the tongue.

Feliz compleanos, Don Bard!

O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known.

Julius Caesar -- Act V; Scene 1 (Brutus)

Experimenting with Twitter these days. One was the day when "the unexamined life" was thought to be not worth living. Now perhaps it's merely the undocumented life that makes us cringe. What with Linkedin, facebook, Twitter, MySpace, GPS, and countless closed circuit security cameras that peer at us and register our movements day and night everywhere we go, living a truly anonymous undocumented life is left to the realm of fantasy.

Heel even here--there you go--a blog--no matter how unread it may be, a record, document, latent forensic tracing, largely unretractable once committed to the ethereal server. Are we validated yet?

On the other hand, it's always been about graffiti. Even the pyramids, a grandiose work of graffiti wrought by generations. And in the full scale of time, just as finally ephemeral. So it goes.


On the other hand, don't drink & blog.

For those celebrating Easter or Pesach (or both)--Warmest regards & may your holiday bring you and all those you love pleasure and joy!

Last night was out to the theater, off-Broadway, very good. Tonight is for piddling around on the computer, avoiding the taxes chain saw massacre awaiting me, obsessively checking Twitter, avoiding unpacking moving boxes and actually organizing things, obsessively tweeting on Twitter, and generally filling little cyber-boxes with letters that appear to create words that might say something but probably do not much in the end.

I think sleep deprivation is beginning to take its toll.

A bit of a dull day outside. Spring? Hm.

Moving this weekend. Just going to an apartment in the building next door, even the same landlord (read corporation) but for some reason several hundred less in rent. Go figure. However, moving is still a royal pain despite the fact I have already shed (pretty much literally) tons of shit over the many previous moves over the past 20 years that have brought me from a three story, 6 bedroom / 3 bath house to a one bedroom Manhattan apartment with a kitchen that would be small even on the scale of a WWII submarine.

Needless to say, it will be a busy week, but since this is a blog, I just said it anyway. Long live the obvious.

And enjoy! (I will a year or so from now when everything is again unpacked).