No, I’m not falling apart: this rant is only possible because I finally feel like I have a handle on my personal situation. I’m stabilized. But now that I’m stable, I’m looking around me, and saddened by how much my friends, family, and colleagues are suffering. Here’s my rant!
Here’s an apt cartoon from The New Yorker magazine
Playlist
Soundtrack to Run, Lola, Run
vocals: Franke Potente; written by Tykwer/Klimek/Heil (1999)
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…and in return, I will make a podcast every week for our quarantine’d time!
No zooming around for me. Maritime provinces…as soon as they allow me accross. I agree…impermiable…no dimensionality….flat…f–king flat screen wall. Where is the cave that Plato spoke of..
The Really Real World.?
I think we’re all looking at each other’s (zoomy) shadows now!
Hello Professor Guy Livingstone. Do you still speak into the dominant void of …Minute Rice…? Your compositions proceed you. Please reach into the Ether of space and time and compose. Sergei Rachmaninov awaits your response to Piano Concerto #2 in C Sharp Minor. Fondest Regards always. WCNicolai
it’s our quinquenial correspondence! warmest wishes from the time-space ether.