Have you called them off, old friend?
The transmission code from your spirit to the hive mind
Myself a mind to follow —
Of course I have always dreamed
Of flight
Noiseless
Into cold blue light.
But when I remember you
I think that science
Constrains my dreams of heaven
While it unfolds the universe
Brilliantly
Like so much I have willed into being
But you who do not believe
In golden light
the honeyed perfume
Of endless days
and such warmth
Have seemingly found
that unsought country
At long last
I am lonely
Without the comfort
Of your rueful voice, the bees’ summer hum
that implied sweetness
improbable as the world.

Yes, not one of my friends wants to see “Hot Fuzz” with me. I shall be forced to see it by myself, just like I saw “Garden State” and “Howl’s Moving Castle.” Because I am a LOSER.

Well, let’s see. The scale at the 63rd St. gym says I am 137 lbs. The scale at the 76th St. gym says 124. At least one of these scales is lying.

Spacekeynotworking,thatswhyIamnotpostingmuchoremailingyou,becauseIdlooklikeatotaljerkifItypedlikethis.Oh.Darn.Wellhellothough.

OK, I have only seen the trailer for the Will Smith movie version of “I, Robot,” but I fail to see how it could have any kind of connection to the book AT ALL.

Ahh! Am so hungry, in spite of breakfast and snacks. Must be the weather, which, frankly, sucks. Vacillate between wanting hot, delicious soup and wanting hot, delicious pizza.

I am comforted though, by my absolute knowledge that tonight is pork chop night. Also, I started reading “I, Robot,” for the first time. I’m a terrible geek.

Unexpectedly

I miss Kurt Vonnegut more than I miss my cats.

Ah, Vonnegut.