THANK YOU, MS. CANDIDE.
Dr. Omed would not be back online without you.
What did Dr. Omed do while he was on sabbatical from the Tent Show?
Idle hands do the devil's work, so I was busy.
Sam (aka Ms. Candide) at feral and I communicate by U.S. Mail, by telephone, by fred-o-gram sent via the Collective and dreams, and by extremely low frequency sonic vibrations in the Earth's crust, as well as by email and blog comment box. This is also true of several other people I have "met" in the blogosphere, such as Fiona, Dick Jones, the once and future Mambrina, Jonah (Well, I already knew Jonah.), Todd, Mark, and others. We send each other postcards, telephone just to hear each other's voice, and exchange boxes full of symbolic objects and meaningful portents. The image you see below in the previous post is the cover of a blank book that Sam sent to me. I began to decorate those blank pages, to make a book full of scissor dancing. I am currently posting the pages of that book at the Dromedary Syndicate. Sam sent me the book, so it is dedicated, even addressed to her. Or to her fred (psychopomp to the over-educated). Look at its pages and you are basically eavesdropping on a conversation between two freds. I must warn you; your fred may join the conversation. That's the way art works.
What the hand dare seize the fire?
CLICK THE HAND
By way of an aside, I'll tell you about the hats on the fingers. During a three hammer manic episode in the spring of 1997, I decided all my fingers should have names, and I named them. On my left hand (shown above) I named my thumb Baelzebub, my index finger Martin Luther, my fuck you finger Motown, my ring finger Shep, and my pinkie Aristotle. On the right hand it went thumb Eramus, index finger Darwin, fuck you finger: Moses, ring finger Sappho, pinkie Sisyphus. After it was named, each finger was assigned a hat. For instance, Martin Luther wore a Stetson, Shep wore a pork pie hat, and so on.
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