Monday, June 7, 2004

Iíve been off the air following a final, comprehensive crash within my Windows 2000.  Iím now operating Windows XP on a second hard drive & enjoying the wide open spaces of 80 gigs of unexplored territory.  Bit by bit Iím shifting stuff across from the debris of 2000, but Iím in no hurry to recreate the kind of urban density here that was my undoing first time around.    Talking of wide open spaces, is the letterbox screen problem reported by some of you still in place?  Presumably one of my pics looking for a bit too much elbow room.  Anybody got any notion as to whatís gone wrong? 10:00:39 PM    Mmm? [] CREDERE   If God did not already exist, it would be necessary to invent him. VOLTAIRE ëHeís God, cried all the creaturesÖí From ëThe Owl Who Was Godí by JAMES THURBER.   If there has to be a God ñ no option on the broken road, the bridge of sighs ñ then let it be a dancing god,   like Shiva but a voiceless one, indifferent, treading out the double loop, the beeís infinity of weaving round and round until   the measureís known by all. Or if not the dancer, how about a singer? One who cants in tongues,   a lingua franca from the furnace heat (ex corde vita), singing the blues, sean nos, la duende, passionate, engaged,   yet powerless to lift the curse of Sisyphus, or block the juggernaut, or move the stone. These gods omnipotent, who claim our praise and swallow   our prayers like hungry birds, are dreams that draw on the oxygen of our need. We might as well worship   water falling, shape-shifting clouds, the janus faces watching from the cliffs that tell us what we want to know.   Sean Nos La duende 9:36:07 PM    Mmm? []

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