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“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom.” – Roald Dahl

Woo-hoo! Football season! I’ll have the grocery store all to myself on Sunday afternoon. Manly man, I am.

If it is true that what exists is perishable, birth, source of the perishable, exists as little as the rest. – E.M. Cioran

7 bounces out of house, smiling, singing: “I ate the head of Do-ra.” (x3) My children are part of your world. Heh heh heh.

I guess people don’t say fallow much any more do they? Inactive.

At times likes these, I recall the wise words of my father: “You ain’t quite right, son.”

Drove behind a “Cayenne Turbo S” this eve. Sounds more like a case of explosive chilli shits than a car. I kept my distance.

Imo, Baudrillard saw & described our incessesantly circulative, image-sodden, mediated world as well as anyone I’ve yet read. RIP, Jean.

The logic of viral dispersion in networks is no longer a value of logic; neither, therefore, is it a logic of equivalence. -Jean Baudrillard

Sometimes I forget myself. That’s bad enough. But it’s worse when I’m not in the last place I look.