Please call me Sam
March 18, 2004 at 9:35 pm | In yulelogStories | 2 CommentsAnd another thing. Perversely, I find comfort in Hubble’s view right now. It’s balancing to think that there is a vast universe out there that exists according to a much larger tic-toc clockwork than anything human spawn could muster. Thank you, cold full-empty all embracing carefully non-tactile hotly isolating universe for being there, because otherwise I might just go insane. For I had an unexpected whirlwind visit from one of my sisters today — we all live hundreds, if not thousands, of miles apart, and I was today again reminded that there is a reason for this. Does anyone remember the ancient 60s TV show Bewitched? Well, I feel as though I just had a visit from Endora (Agnes Moorehead) herself. It makes me feel quite like Darrin, and that’s such a drag.
Art class
March 18, 2004 at 9:16 pm | In yulelogStories | Comments OffSometime before passing him on to me, my high school art teacher told me that her lover (one of my fellow grade 12 students, an A-1 brat) needed “to have the shit kicked out of him.” Thirty years later I’m still quite foggy about what exactly she thought I might be able to do with him. But the other day it occured to me that the Hubble treatment, had it been available, would have been just the thing. Hubble’s view: be prepared to have the shit kicked out of you, to be scared witless, to be awed and amazed. Think you’re a big cheese? Think again, you insignificant speck of dust living on the equivalent of a planetary amoeba’s face. Prepare for the final frontier, prepare for contact. Prepare to meet the Art Teacher!
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