Eccentric Flower:199810/conversation of ideas
From Eccentric Flower
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one october ninety eight noon conversation of ideas I was relieved to find a response to the Yom Kippur essay. It tells me that someone read it. Once in a while I write something which I think is provocative - I think, "You know, if I read this, I would have to write something in response or send an email about it" - and then, when I don't get any responses, I assume no one is reading. On the other hand, when I'm just telling you about my weird train dream - well, how do you reply to something like that anyway? I forget that some people just don't write email at all, and not many people write it on the drop of a hat like I will. I can't send personal email directly from work anymore due to a configuration change, and let me tell you, it's a heartbreak, because I read most of my regular web sites at work and I can't reply immediately if something tickles my brain. On the other hand, it's good for my work productivity, and it means that some of you (such as Diane with one n, whom I find very provocative, but who finds me annoying, I think) don't have to suffer as much of my emailed drivel. Sometimes I get the feeling that all this emailing I do is because I want to have a Conversation of Ideas, something I rarely do in person. Nonelvis and I rarely discuss Big Ideas - we discuss domestic minutiae, and when we're writing mouth organ, we discuss sex. That's about it. My friend Marc has a unique point of view on questions of philosophy. If you want to talk to him about religion, you're guaranteed an interesting conversation. But in all other respects it's like talking to a Buddhist monk who's been isolated from society for fifty years. He literally does not put such stuff in his head. Sometimes that's enviable - it must have been nice to have been the only person in the country who didn't know who Monica Lewinsky was. Of course, eventually we caught him and tied him down and force-fed him the information. He lives on this planet; he has to suffer like the rest of us.
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