Just this.

http://quietbabylon.com/2009/cyborgs-and-architects/

Kind of tired, tonight. Kind of melancholy. Not sad, not deperssed. Just... sitting in mute recognition of the mutual-incomprehensibility that exists between myself and the vicissitudes of fate.

How are you?

Pretend

First of all, pretend we're drunk. Like, sitting on a porch at 4am after a party in the late spring, Drunk.

Next, pretend that, when I get drunk enough, I forget things (I don't) and that you know this (you do).

Now, pretend to tell me, ask me, or suggest to me, anything you would, in that situation.

Only don't pretend that last part. Actually do it. Comments are screened.

Book Sigining Chainsaw:

It's been a while since I last mentioned anything about the project of my trying to facilitate a signing with a major author. Certain things have moved forward, in a really encouraging way, this past week, so I just wanted to say, for those of you who care, that I got a phone call, this afternoon, that has me trying to keep my brain from exploding. Nothing is set in stone, though, so I'm still exhibiting Cautious Optimism.

Other than that, today has seen me cleaning the bathroom, running grocery errands, getting new nose pads for my glasses, and learning more German. All in all?

Damn. Fine. Day.