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The Rise and Fall of a PoMo Space Messiah

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God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
- Voltaire

Των οντων τα μεν εστιν εφ'ημιν

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So we now have a Roomba. Now that I have a domestic robot slave, I finally feel like I've arrived in the 21st Century. We've decided to call him Epictetus. I anticipate large numbers of you will not be very surprised by this decision.

In other news, I am in possession of a streaming cold. I doubt you envy me. If it persists, I may be skipping Contempt this month.

Work. Hmmm... I am working miracles with C# for the last two weeks. A language, I might add, that I've only been coding in for... um... two weeks. It's a nice little language but marshalling unmanaged resources is painful.

Apart from the ceremonial Activation of the Roomba - a ceremony, I might add, redolent with images of anthroposophic accomplishment - this evening has principally been marked with take-away pizza. I asked for a glass of Sangiovese while I waited for it. A note to denizens of the Old Country, here pizza places have a bar where you can enjoy a glass of wine while you wait for you pizza, the streets are paved with gold and men are not judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. Okay, the last one might be a bit of an exaggeration. But anyway, the woman serving me was confused until a voice echoed out of the back of the restaurant, "Sangiovese is the same as Chianti." I really need one of those voices.

I'm listening to VNV Nation right now. It is somewhat shocking to consider that this marks me as damn close to middle age.

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