Your nephew seems to have invented a child version of the South Pacific "cargo cults" that emerged after WWII, when the local tribes assumed that they could attract airplanes and their valuable cargo by recreating the conditions under which they observed airplanes during the war.

I read once that there's a cargo cult in the South Pacific that believes Prince Phillip is the incarnation of their volcano god, moved awsay to marry the Empress of the World. One day he will return to them, scantily clad, bearing gifts of cigarettes and refrigerators.

They wrote to him once explaining this. He sent them an autographed picture of himself.

I find it remarkable that people would care so much about poetry that other people are writing

I think in a lot of cases, the caring came from not being able to get into print if you didn't adhere to a certain standpoint or style.

Now, in this day of zines and teh internets and a world of small printing presses and computers, we can take for granted how easy it can be to get your voice heard outside of your own neighborhood.

Then, not so much, maybe? And your stuff definitely wouldn't ever be taught to anyone, much less a university-level student, because it wasn't canon.

The beats, and the feminists, and the Achebes of the world changed that.

Went out to dinner, discovered any food temp approaching warm makes the entire upper right of my face explode in agony. This is...new. My dinner last night did not do this, my morning coffee did not do this, lunch didn't do this.

I have to wait till Thursday.

I bought a fucking teething ring, because cold= no pain.

So, a current cultural war is, like, Team Aniston v. Team Jolie, right??

Sounds more like a punk-ass chickenshit to me.

It's possible I got testy in the last ten minutes.

This made me laugh really hard.

Also: cargo cults make me laugh. And I took a class in college about the making of the modernist canon, which I really liked, even though I was the non-intellectual in the class. I liked a lot of the stuff that didn't make it into the canon and some of the stuff that did. FTR.

I have been drinking.

I love the idea of cargo cults. I like to think about how much effort it might take to re-word the idea of a cargo cult for modern culture, write a book, and make millions. Hey, it worked for the person who wrote The Secret, right?

There's got to be something someone could do about Apple as a cargo cult, isn't there? I mean, in that case it's true that if you go to the temple at the appointed time, the great god does give you new stuff, but still.

I bought a fucking teething ring, because cold= no pain.

oh poor you! Hey, if you want to send your folks down to tour Fells Point on Thursday I'll have lunch with them!

My old dog Frank isn't doing so well right now. He's got some diarrhea and had been doing okay but now he's not eating and he threw up some water he'd had. He went to the vet today but they didn't have a quick diagnosis. they've done some bloodwork that will come back tomorrow. I just feel so bad for him.

poor sara's mouth and lisa's dog.

ION, I finally got around to cancelling my friendster account.

Yes! I gotta yank friendster too.

Lisah, your poor puppy!

Speaking of cargo cults, you should all read Island of the Sequined Love Nun if you like absurdist humor. So funny. Plus, talking fruit bat.