I found myself responding as i did, below, to news of a sudo table at the east bay anarchist bookfair, and realized how ... happy i am to be alive .... grateful i am for the same, and for the people i know. like you, if indeed i know you, o person reading this. possible trigger of this state of mind: *i danced on monday like ... like i could just.... dance. * * * *like i used to, a few years ago, when i didn't know that a daily fight just to walk had an appointment with my internet-surfing, philosophizing, needing-to-write-more self.* * * *i danced! i danced! i got drunk and forgot i was lame! i ddn't hurt myself! I danced! * * * *:::::::dances around a little in virtual demonstration:::::::* * * *wooooooohooooooooooooooo!* * * ok. so i thought would say something. perhaps i can make it tonight.... SHORT VERSION: inspiration; thx. anticipate updates eagerly. LONG VERSION, warning, may not make attempt to be brief: to be regarded as that which serves to remind any but the most negligent in attantion to spiritual duty of the glory immanent in and attendant upon the quotidian externality: intersections juxtapose, for me, details such as audio accompaniment and my awesome cup of coffee with the news that HTML5 browsers are soon to compile draconian DRM in at the source and this. the fact that i managed an APA for a few years is evidence (to my allzu-menschliches yet voluble self, that is) that this email is aware, has intentions, and, of course, specifies, would benefit from, indeed needs *me* somehow. sketching beautiful futures branching off. not that i know what that exactly is... but i felt that the word 'awesome' furnished far too little detail. good afternoon! it's good to be alive. -- *Be seeing you.*