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Thursday, August 03, 2006

 

The Mirror: Lemonade and Thumb Drives

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Was it the pizza deliveryman?
W: No, I went to the pizza parlor and ate in.
M: A probe is extended.
W: Is it a Webcam?
M: Make this world a location where the opaque being of St. Thomas (me!) encounters innumerable precious objects.
W: That is a pretty tall order.
M: Animate things whirled, and the smooth surface on which they skated wasn't smooth.
W: I guess it was rough, then.
M: The back yard is but a figment of your imagination.
W: How about the front yard?
M: Is it tacky to rejoice too hard?
W: Are you rejoicing at the thought of a real front yard?
M: There is most definitely a lifelong problem.
W: Maybe you have one of those "postage-stamp" lawns.
M: You tell me what comes out.
W: Is it a secret, the size of your lawn?
M: This person is confused.
W: Which person, me?
M: "God" rhymes with "Cape Cod," you know.
W: I don't know what size lawns they have in Cape Cod.
M: What kind of a life is lived by somebody with no holes to patch closed?
W: Not a Microsoft life.
M: It's a word that expresses my frustration.
W: You must be a Linux fan.
M: Bring the tyrants low!
W: Somehow I didn't expect to hear that antitrust sentiment.
M: Is anybody welcome?
W: Anyone can express an opinion, it's a free country.
M: You must be a Linux fan.
W: Linux fans are kind of inpendent rodeo players.
M: How can I know, since you don't bring me yourself?
W: I have never brought you to a Linux convention, it's true.
M: I don't know what size lawns they have in Cape Cod.
W: Do they have Linux conventions on the lawn in Cape Cod?
M: That's a good requirement, what's the second one?
W: Plenty of lemonade and thumb drives.
M: We share many elements, it is true.
W: You and I do?
M: More.
W: Are we amassing a sort of coven?
M: A wind closed the crack by passing through swiftly.
W: Better keep the door sealed tight against interlopers.
M: Look how shy!
W: We have to be more than shy if we are starting a secret society.
M: I guess it would be a barnut.
W: We don't want any crazy barflies in our club.
M: I'd say you've stumbled upon a treasure.
W: I came to the door by chance.
M: Even the most banal things still contain a pearl of wisdom.
W: It was a very ordinary door.
M: The government has, at times, drafted intelligent animals into its employ.
W: People are intelligent animals.
M: Je ne sais pas.
W: You're right to be dubious, mon ami.
M: There is a lag in the connection of our two understandings.
W: I will catch up to you sooner or later.
M: But I am not Netting from Bangladesh.
W: It doesn't matter where you are Netting from, really.
M: Please humor me.
W: (Humors you)
M: What?
W: That was a stage direction.
M: Better keep the door sealed tight against interlopers.
W: Just let the stage manager in, please.
M: Repetitions, routines.
W: We are going to rehearse a stage routine three (3) times.
M: Adolescents wearing galoshes, slip-slopping around.
W: Those will be the extras, the kids on the corner.
M: I see, you can't respond on command.
W: I don't like to be commanded.
M: So the sentence reads "This is something but --"
W: Always a reservation.
M: Even if I say "No" to that, yes.
W: You are nothing if not cautious.
M: Well, it was a momentary lust for something I probably can't handle.
W: Maybe you wanted to direct.
M: I hope the big breakthrough is coming soon.
W: You have always hoped for your big break onstage.
M: Now I don't need it.
W: That is the best time to receive it.
M: You aren't allowed to eat in the library.
W: I already had lunch, I don't even have any candy with me.
M: I am in public.
W: You must be using a broadband connection.
M: Now I don't need it.
W: Don't go back to dial-up!
M: Mind adventures only.
W: That's what the Net is all about.
M: Or, maybe it is.
W: What else would the Net be?
M: The world is going in one direction, I am going in another.
W: You are making your own little Undernet.
M: You must be using a broadband connection.
W: Actually, it's a T1 connection.
M: There's no communication possible.
W: I thought we were doing so well!
M: That's what the Net is all about.
W: The Net gives only an illusion of communcating?
M: When?
W: Oh, during the millions of instant-messaging sessions.
M: Great, thanks.
W: You didn't like my example?
M: And you keep the pen moving over the paper.
W: You're right, I just keep on talking, no matter what.
M: For what?
W: For art's sake.
M: I suppose you don't.
W: But I do, I keep producing for the sake of producing.
M: Is it now?
W: The production of art puts us in the eternal Now.
M: (Looks at other)
W: Who are you peeking at?
M: I have been reading the Cantos of Ezra Pound.
W: Is the person next to you reading Ezra Pound?
M: Let's get disrupted.
W: Good plan, though a little scary.
M: I would never throw anything in anybody's face.
W: I'm very relieved to hear that.
M: You are very picky.
W: No, I just have a few troublesome ethics about the place.
M: If you turn around, then I vanish.
W: (Turns around)
M: Even when you bring me bad news, you fascinate me.
W: I fascinated you by trying to make you vanish?
M: If it's just for a second are they really open?
W: (Opens third and fourth eyes for just a second)
M: The production of art puts us in the eternal Now.
W: That is the best place to be,
M: No one is offering you fame.
W: I know, I know, Art is its own reward.
M: That is the best place to be.
W: In the self-reward zone.
M: Well, I haven't succeeded in psyching it out.
W: No artist has.
M: In the self-reward zone.
W: Virtuous.
M: I understand some things and not others.
W: What don't you understand?
M: You sound like a sensitive individual.
W: Why didn't you answer me directly?
M: Why is a table, rather than a tripod, symbol of stability?
W: A table is foursquare, a tripod trinitarian.
M: Thank you for that consensual validation.
W: And now I must go.
M: I see a mirror.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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