I must admit that it is not just the slow and violent decay of what was once my computational engine, but also my lack of ambition that has caused this gaping whole in what should have been at the very least a weekly blog. As I have managed to get the old CE up an chugging again, I hope that I will be able to post more as the poor machine requires twenty-four hour love, attention, and power. I believe it will be harder to not post when the blue glare of the power switch reminds me at every waking moment.
Anyway, I know I was ranting about time travel, but as I have just spent the better part of the last three days getting Old Besse up and running I believe I will retire to a hot shower, a good meal, and the company of someone not connected to customer service.
Till then think about this, most of the cells in the human body die and then regenerate except for the neurons in your brain. Every bump, every smoke, every drink, every harmful chemical that you put in your body is slowly disintegrating your limited supply of gray matter. What if we managed to abstain from these harmful possibilities? What could we do with a top count of neurons? What happens when the number goes down too far? Are you willing to risk it?
Take care of your brain.
Into the universe of magical moments of madness and the deep darkness of delight.
