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If you haven't read Bill's piece from yesterday, by all means, go and read it right after you read this. It really caught me by surprise ... I know he can be poetic and intelligent when he wants to, but usually he doesn't bother. Usually, he's writing for speed and efficiency, but last night on the train coming back up the night coast from Baltimore, he must have felt ... spooked. That's not too unusual here at the magazine. Every time the phone rings, it might be another one of those calls ... someone has seen something they can't parse via ordinary reality, or someone has decided that now's the time to finally talk about something they know. Is the phone tapped? Is it safe? So far, so good. Meanwhile, people keep sharing the little bit they know and researchers keep on keeping tabs and then every once in a while we create a magazine or a book from what we know so far. So far ... so far to go. These are the rich lazy days between deadline crunches for me and I'm using my time this month to work on our web site. You will find now that you have many more options for subscribing than you ever had before. You will also be able to look up the back issues and order your own copy of same. Soon your letters will have a more permanent place that will allow endless discussion of those things you want to talk about. We run out of room every month in the print edition and I feel bad for all the letters that just don't fit. Space is not an issue here on the endless tundra that we call the web. Time is still an issue, however, and so far, it's not been as elastic as I'd like it to be. And yet, I know it can be stretched, unlike the truth, which can not. Here's an example: Have you ever fallen asleep for just a second, maybe while sitting at your desk? You know only a second has passed, but you've had an amazing dream, full of amazing detail, and that's the funny part. How did your brain go through all of that detail in just a second? Detail is linear, and are dreams somehow off the clock? If that's true for dreams and for artists when they enter the zone, maybe there's hope. Maybe we can stretch these luscious summer days just a little bit. Speaking of luscious, the corn, the peaches, the tomatoes: WOW. They are out of this world. They are from New Jersey. More from Bill tomorrow, I hope. |
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