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Céleste’s Marcel and Cinch’s mother are both beastly dead.

Health…care? What? They want to hustle us all on to our just deserts. (No biggie, I’m good.) Unless it’s them of course.

The world would be a different place today if Zuck had gone with “The Meat Sheet” instead.

I for one am so totally down with the mayor of our neighbor town.

So the problem is not with the “exotic” herbs Others enjoy, but with *iceberg lettuce*? Effn ICEBERG lettuce??

this human ruminant

Make no mistake: The move to cut/gut Section 106 isn’t about Chaco Canyon. It’s about serving the pride of General Thade.

“I was today years old:” Perhaps the passage in Pynchon’s Gravy Rain—in which Pflaumbaum tries to develop striped paint, was referring to Alan Turing’s idea—now widely and instantly available. But…maths. . All y’all had it already. Right? . The Chemical Basis of Morphogenesis [Turing, 1952]

In Portland OR yesterday evening, unleaded regular gasoline cost $4.99 per gallon at the pump.

Where do the Pynchon People, Melvillians, and Architects confer, converse, and otherwise hobnob in Portland OR? Surely there is a bar in Sellwood—or an even shorter walk from Reed? Someplace like The Ceres Crossroads, a sawdust dive where we’d gather for grog and olives?

Venus, seen from the southern hemisphere, is called Sunev.

Let’s climb down off Nolan’s back about the helmets.

Make fossil fuels so expensive that we can’t just *burn* them. They are miraculous, irreplaceable industrial feed stocks, ya stoops. Burn them, and we are burning the future.

When you visit the Darwin Martin house notice how, because you are patient for two minutes, your eyes adjust and the interior blooms for you. As detail and color come to life the space structures itself, shifting into its alignments and linkages. . The outside is nice, too, I guess.

“This is a nasty, dark little room. We are not happy in it.” . From Lean’s Lawrence. If one is not careful one may learn something from O’Toole’s opening salvo over the vast map he has made.

Windy Ilium looked more like Walpi

From the perspective of history may he be a brief illness

My partner & I approach the Post Marked West. Mason & Dixon long ago cut the visto. Horace Greeley pointed the way. Following Huck we will soon “light out for the territories,” and perforce must trust our own judgements regarding where and who. We’re taking the Prius and so are marked for mischief.

In the voice of bill Cosplay: ‘ “Hey hey hey! It’s Fat Elvis! Comin’ for ya!” The ground started trembling. Buildings losing pieces of brick. “Hey hey hey!” (strangled voice) “Fat Elvis.” ’

The White House formals of Secret Service: golden lariats at the ready.