Facebooking

So much for Art.  What of Thought?  The Crew had developed a kind of shorthand whereby they could set forth any visions that might come their way.  Conversations at the Spoon had become little more than proper nouns, literary allusions, critical or philosophical terms linked in certain ways.  Depending on how you arranged the building blocks at your disposal, you were smart or stupid.  Depending on how others reacted they were In or Out.  The number of blocks, however, was finite. 

"Mathematically, boy," he told himself, "if nobody else original comes along, they're bound to run out of arrangements sometime.  What then?"  What indeed.  This sort of arranging and rearranging was Decadence, but the exhaustion of all possible permutations and combinations was death.

--V. by Thomas Pynchon

And so I've succumbed to the decadent lure of Facebook.  People who want to know more about me than anyone really should can find me here.

Comments

[Rob G]

sucker! oh... wait, I'm on there, too...