I was originally going to post at length here about it but I changed my mind and it was relegated to a Microsoft Word document like so many other things. I write compulsively. Actually, more accurately, I type compulsively because my handwriting is illegible to even myself unless I write really slowly but that is tedious, cramps my delicate piano fingers and I can't write as fast as I think. However I am fortunate to be able to type nearly as fast as I think. I mean I think faster sometimes but mostly typing class was actually pretty useful, torturous as it was at the time, especially when the only sentences we could type in correct form were constructed from the letters asdfghjkl and punctuation mark ;. Alas; all sad lads as fags. That sort of thing. Eventually I learned to type beyond the bounds of one line of letters and one punctuation mark on the American English keyboard and I've been filling up disk space since then with observations on anything and everything at a rate of over 100 words per minute sometimes, when I'm into the groove. I bet a lot of people do that, write in word documents or wordpad or some snazzy Mac software or Linux or Unix if they're better at computing than I am. All those thoughts poured into electronic form that go unpublished, I wonder where they go. Landfills eventually, I would presume, or the electronic equivalent of such (r.i.p. Geocities). There's so much good stuff out there (o.k. not on Geocities) so I can't get too down on everything in the world. A good deal of it is bad but what about all the secret geniuses out there whose words will make everything in you fit to burst? Goddamn, I want to know who they are! And where to find it!

But mostly I am thinking of this, a known variable in the space/time continuum who is capable of exactly that, Momus, who has the benefit of a linguistic background, a few decades, and musical talent and also used to keep a really awesome blog but writes books and makes music more frequently instead now: