with a rag, soaked with ether, pressed to my face

Birdie in the hand for life's rich demand

The insurgency began and you missed it.

I looked for it and I found it

Miles Standish proud, congratulate me.

I only say the following for its potential of reprisal; I read somewhere recently that "you can see the glass ceiling from your back."

The pages that once resided here have been put away. Well, actually they are still in my ~/www dir., but I am just sick of looking at them. I will pretend that I am going to immerse myself in inspiration--or Guinness , more accurately--and surface with a totally new page. So, in lieu of actual creativity, I have put up this poor excuse for a web site.

Go to my new page, to immerse yourself in brilliance, be bored, or send me your banal praddlings, suicide notes, requests for drugs, theories on consciousness or pseudo-intellectual defamations of my character [My retort, in advance: anyone can sound witty by criticizing others, but it takes a real thought-smith to truly be witty(I already see the hypocracy, thank you very much)]. 1