Friday, March 04, 2005

The Ribbon from the Crutch

She continues to awaken and to loose her crutches from her crusty armpits. Progress is a struggle but hot tea is helpful.

Today’s junk mail winner comes from Cassias H. Diesel. It arrived on Thursday, 3/3/2005 at 4:24 pm; subject line: Surprise surprise! The message reads:

Adieu
Candice predestination ulcersUkudigada I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
Read no history: nothing but biography, for that is life without theory.

Research enlightens. Ukudigada means "goodbye" in the Alaskan native language of Aleut. I make a guess that this message is addressed to Candice, code for Sara, who has an ulcer or otherwise corrupting condition she’d like to expel. She seeks guidance and Cassius, some sort of literati with Whitmanesque wings, delivers. Clearly his agenda is to spread his philosophy on what the crux of living is. It’s in the wrinkles in real people’s faces, not in the stories of reconstructed events having passed. Seems like either contains just as much fabrication, but Cassius might be on to something. Adieu, he says. I say, Vive la chance, and pull the ribbon on the present.

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