It's a long time since I wrote to you, Frau Milena, and even today I'm writing only as the result of an incident. Actually, I don't have to apologize for my not writing, you know after all how I hate letters. All the misfortune of my life -- I don't wish to complain, but to make a generally instructive remark -- derives, one could say, from letters ( Read more... )

Let's all give a big hand to Neal Stephenson for forecasting Reverand Wayne's Pearly Gates Franchaise.

I want you all to come to the Moon Festival. Saturday I thought I had rehearsal, but instead of explaining how to safely set fire to things, I ended up arranging and directing the choreography, making it my own show ( Read more... )