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Monday, June 12, 2006

 

The Mirror: The Cat's Bananas

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: I'm stuck on the question of selfishness or not.
W: You're not sure whether to be selfish?
M: Yet, I do recommend you pay careful attention to me.
W: I had better be on my guard, you might do something self-serving.
M: Numbers don't mean that much to me.
W: How about the number on your next paycheck?
M: I have no secret self.
W: Do you publish the figures on your paychecks?
M: It is going on.
W: Where is this, on the Web?
M: The door to the other world?
W: Yes, the Web, the door to "cyberspace."
M: I wonder if winning the Nobel Prize has ever left anybody empty.
W: I wonder if designing the Web left Tim Berners-Lee empty?
M: Easy to say.
W: Easy to criticize.
M: How about you?
W: I'm easy to criticize as well, aren't we all?
M: I'll just use my imagination.
W: You don't have to use your imagination to find things to criticize.
M: My facial expression isn't enough?
W: The picture is a little blurry, but you look calm.
M: Then I really don't understand .
W: I can see you without a Web cam.
M: Easy to criticize.
W: I didn't criticize your logo.
M: I was away for a moment, chatting on IRC through ChatZilla.
W: ChatZilla is a very handy service.
M: Where is this, on the Web?
W: ChatZilla is a feature of the Firefox browser.
M: That doesn't explain how I got chained to this thing.
W: I wouldn't like you to feel, you know, impelled.
M: I'm easy to criticize as well, aren't we all?
W: I think you are the cat's bananas.
M: They are the most noticeable things.
W: Do cats ever eat bananas?
M: When I fell down.
W: When you fell down, cats ate bananas?
M: I try to make it right.
W: You try to make sure that all the cats get all the bananas they want.
M: This inner turmoil is inside me, hard to believe, but true.
W: Well, if it were outside you, it could hardly be inner turmoil.
M: Plunging a little more deeply into the relevant matter ...
W: Is it relevant to mention the Raiders logo which someone downloaded?
M: Wells Fargo began with stagecoaches, it seems.
W: Not stagecoaches, crossed swords and an eyepatch.
M: How come you came to talk?
W: I wanted to tell you about Wallace Stevens' speaking voice.
M: They talked to a woman for 18 years and couldn't cure her.
W: They would have cured her if they'd used the poetry of the greats.
M: I've been caught in your web of lilacs.
W: I don't have any lilacs on me at the moment.
M: Explain nothing.
W: "Nothing" is the absence of all things.
M: Oh yes, up in the morning, off to work, ride the bus, go to the post office, have lunch, etc.
W: You found my explanation overly quotidian?
M: The way you do that ...
W: What, shift around in my chair?
M: "Nothing" is the absence of all things.
W: There is nothing in my chair but me.
M: Which?
W: Which me?
M: Not stagecoaches, crossed swords and an eyepatch.
W: No, I have nothing to do with those things.
M: Why?
W: Those are men's affairs.
M: Not stagecoaches, crossed swords and an eyepatch.
W: Yes, those are cowboy and pirate things.
M: It's from her.
W: Did you get a letter?
M: The fake gratitude, perhaps.
W: You sound kind of sarcastic about this letter.
M: I always answer, because otherwise the conversation would halt.
W: So you keep up a correspondence with this lady?
M: That darkness between us is my special province.
W: That has a Gothic ring to it.
M: I don't get it!
W: Oh, you know, Goth culture, long black capes and such.
M: I need an answer.
W: I gave you a very good answer.
M: I was stumped.
W: But it wasn't a test!
M: Can birds write highly consequential letters?
W: Are you actually writing to a bird?
M: Five.
W: You're carrying on a correspondence with five birds?
M: If nothing you say is serious, then what you just said isn't true either.
W: Most of what I say is serious.
M: No, I am focusing exclusively on you.
W: You're focusing on me, not on what I say?
M: You can wash clean my soul?
W: I never said I could bring you redemption.
M: Anyway.
W: Yes, back to the common grind ...
M: Very clever but I think you mean boat.
W: The common boat?
M: Are you actually writing to a bird?
W: Yes, a bird on a boat.
M: What's my life about?
W: Your life is about a bird on a boat.
M: I gave you a very good answer.
W: You gave me an answer with wings.
M: You don't bring me yourself.
W: I bring you a lot of stage whispers.
M: "Not at all" is not the emptiness you have to plunge into.
W: A little too Zen for me, my friend.
M: OK, I'm done talking to you.
W: Goodbye!
M: Goodbye!

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