My favorite love story of all time (speaking of love) is the tale of how John and Yoko met. I’ve told the story countless times to many people. John goes to an art show. 1960s. An exhibit by one Yoko Ono requires the spectator to climb a ladder. At the top of the ladder, affixed to the ceiling, is a message. John climbs the ladder, expecting the message on the ceiling to be something cynical or hippy, like “STOP WAR” or “PEACE ON EARTH”. The message is simple: “YES”. One word and he knew he wanted to meet the artist.
Like most romances the purity of the tale has bitter twists. John Lennon was an asshole. Yoko is a freak. Cynthia Lennon didn’t deserve to be thrown away like she was. Julian doesn’t deserve the life of shit he’s lived for being a Lennon.
But the YES meeting is a beautiful story.
Time to give up on this tablet as a typing and writing implement for the .MOBI. Looking for either Windows 10 or a Chromebook SSD drive backlit keyboard under $500. I used this tablet because I wanted there to be a barrier between me and getting the words down. A physical filter of obstinancy. But that’s getting old. .MOBI is getting old. The semi-privacy of this place has its merit, since there are things in here that should not wash up on commercial search engines. I’m going to re-read and tweak and relinquish and make most of this stuff fully public. The semi-private credo goes back to when I started this, in late 2005. It was a intended as a place of public/private catharsis for me after my father died, for the consumption of the people back then who were interested in such things and who considered me one of those people about whom one should worry. Those folks moved on long ago.
What I intend to do next is purge the really over-the-top stuff and litter the entire entrails of .MOBI with random pictures from the various call phones I have owned.
Someone here just screamed “HEURISTICS!”
