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I may even have to read that book about you now, the one that would have been so much better if you'd climbed down out of the air traffic control tower once and for all. You probably meant to do it tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, but the tower fell before you had a chance to get out alive. As they will. And the planes you never gave permision to land will land without asking permission now. As they must:
Particularly intriguing are excerpts from a 1998 interview that the author conducted with Vandross. After several circuitous attempts to broach the subject, the singer tells his interviewer, "You're trying to zero in on something that you are never ever gonna get....Look at you, just circling the airport. You ain't never gonna land."
A person wouldn't go wrong buying most of the records (though the last one was, sad to say, mainly a mistake), but short of that, this would catch a person up with the magnitude of the loss.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Where I Lay
I am typing this on the floor and under the table in a room in a very famous hotel very near San Diego. I am hiding. From a twelve year old girl. She is a very special child and dogged in her pursuit of my company. And of my internet connection.
I read the first half of the book The Bottomless Well by Peter Huber and somebody else on the flight out here. I will read the rest of it on the way back. It is an instant classic of technoptimisticism (my weakness for which I recently noted somewhere below). It is the new benchmark for literary optimism of any stripe, I should think. You would browse metaphysical libraries full of the lives of religious ecstatics in vain in search of its equal. I believe every word of it and recommend it highly.
My own bottomless optimism is tempered at the moment by a dawning consciousness of rug burn on my elbows.