And of course I still check in, KF. I’ve just been knee-deep in convention-program prep. Brace yourself for the panel on menstruation in children’s literature and its paper on menarche and the panopticon.

Hope you’re having a ball in the UK.

And I thank you for your time.

You know, I’m in some pretty rarified (sp?) company there.  But Franzen?  When did Franzen get added?  Is it that pretty-boy pic of him?  My access has become too slow to check for myself…

I did better with the living than with the dead, better with the chicks than with the boys. And hey, that’s not a bad way to live one’s life.

But hey—you remind me:  I also recognized Virginia Woolf, who counts, and the Pillsbury Doughboy, who ought to.  So I’m up to eight, which is still pathetic, but better than six.

Incidentally, Marcel tells me that in tribute for having screwed his server with such massive traffic, I’m now up there, too.  Of course the “I’m feeling lucky” googling takes you to my deceased doppleganger in Australia, but the honor is appreciated nonetheless.

Wittgenstein, Noam Chomsky, Arthur C. Clarke, the Pillsbury Doughboy, Trotsky, Virginia Woolf, Marx, Freud, Bertrand Russell, Richard Dawkins, Bill Gates, Edgar Allen Poe, Marcel Proust, Franz Kafka… there were others I recognised but couldn’t place their names because the context was all wrong: Brian Eno, Stanley Kubrick, Jim Henson, Walter Cronkite. And others I recognised once I read their name. And others whose names I recognised. And then there were… others.