Nora says this is me (lol):

PLAYBOY: In some of your books—especially The Sirens of Titan and Slaughterhouse-Five—there’s a serious notion that all moments in time exist simultaneously, which implies that the future can’t be changed by an act of will in the present. How does a desire to improve things fit with that?

VONNEGUT: You understand, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.

PLAYBOY: Of course.

david simon, creator of THE WIRE, being interviewed by NPR:

SHAPIRO: OK, so you’ve spent your career creating television without Al, and I could imagine today you thinking, boy, I wish I had had that tool to solve those thorny problems . . .

SIMON: What?

SHAPIRO: . . . Or saying . . .

SIMON: You imagine that?

SHAPIRO: . . . Boy, if that had existed, it would have screwed me over.

SIMON: I don’t think Al can remotely challenge what writers do at a fundamentally creative level.

SHAPIRO: But if you’re trying to transition from scene five to scene six, and you’re stuck with that transition, you could imagine plugging that portion of the script into an Al and say, give me 10 ideas for how to transition this.

SIMON: I’d rather put a gun in my mouth.

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BONUS GEGO CONTENT:

The haters are going to have a field day with this one . . .

I’ve been saying this for years (to myself), but today I’m just going to call the thing what it is. I’m going to come out and publicly declare this:

UNLESS LAW ENFORCEMENT IS INVOLVED, PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY IS COWARDICE

Well, it’s true! lol

just found this in my drafts . . . this is what you all think of me!!!

I went ahead and HALLOWEEN-IFIED this place. Hey, why not!! May as well revel in it as long as possible . . .

My sister sent me these photos again today . . . they were taken last December in Friedrichshain by a 7-foot-tall (seriously) Dutchman who galloped through a throng of people on a crowded sidewalk to get to me. He asked if he could take my picture. This had only happened to me once or twice before so I was momentarily confused. I pointed toward my chest and said, “Me . . . ?”

And so I got my picture took by the Running Dutchman (while, unbeknownst to me, my sister documented it from a different angle). He gave me his card and told me to check his website in a few days, and then he hauled ass in the opposite direction to go be Dutch someplace else.

I was in the throes of intense psychic pain when these were taken. I was emotionally and spiritually exhausted and was wandering around in a haze. I can see the sadness in my own eyes here. I wish I could say it lifted my spirits for a street photographer to find me visually interesting, but it didn’t. I was barely present inside my own body here. I spent the next three months suffering in the outermost darkness where not even time exists. Exactly one month later, I very nearly died of an overdose in Tokyo. And yet I live.

So why am I posting these pictures again if the memory of that time reminds me of my own despair? Because I’m not afraid. Hah!

Remember what the fella said: the world breaks everyone, and afterward many are strong at the broken places . . . I hope that is true.

made a celebrity guest appearance in two different people’s dreams last night . . .

see u wednesday . . .