And God said...
Just to be sure that I'd be prepared for any eventuality on my solo drive across the country at the beginning of November, I went down to my local bookshop and bought a copy of The Man Who Mistook his Wife for a Hat by Oliver Sacks. Admittedly I have an idiosyncratic way of viewing the concept of any, but it's worked for me so far. And I have a vague recollection of reading the book once before, when it was a best-seller.
Well, anyway... I have an account that I don't use on Facebook. And like anyone else on Facebook, I get friend invitations from long-lost workmates in Outer Magnolia. In fact I got one today, from a fellow member of the Stuyvesant High School graduating class of 1962. His name? Jay Oliver Sax.
And, as if to emphasize the significance of the omen, sphinxie wrote a journal entry about the Facebook Stalker Phenomenon just yesterday.
I guess I'd better read that book.
Well, anyway... I have an account that I don't use on Facebook. And like anyone else on Facebook, I get friend invitations from long-lost workmates in Outer Magnolia. In fact I got one today, from a fellow member of the Stuyvesant High School graduating class of 1962. His name? Jay Oliver Sax.
And, as if to emphasize the significance of the omen, sphinxie wrote a journal entry about the Facebook Stalker Phenomenon just yesterday.
I guess I'd better read that book.