Does the line above “mean” anything? What could John Lennon have been trying to say? Is that a real cornflake? Is the van a reference to the loony bin? If so, then are we to presume that sitting on bits of breakfast cereal will help ease the time you must wait in order to be incarcerated?
This is the kind of nonsense that today’s middle aged Baby Boomers were contemplating when they were 14. No one can tell me that compulsive cell phone texting is any worse. I just can’t buy the “end of civilization” crowd’s endless disparagement of the young. Gibberish can’t hurt you. God knows it might even be good for the limbic systems. Let us have more gibberish. It beats listening to propaganda from the insurance industry or the military industrial fetishists.
Meanwhile the dead, my own personal dead, are waiting for their bread to rise on the blue plates of the afterlife. They wave their remnant jewelry in the broken light of heaven. Nothing has to mean anything out there. There beyond where the sky does its notational work.
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 
I thought of you last night, Professor Fossil. Blue Kid wanted me to call my mom and ask her a question for him. I said, “Why don’t you call her yourself? She’d love to get a call from you!”
He replied, “I don’t want to! I don’t like talking on the phone. Everyone’s so awkward.”
And yes, he is a Master Texter. Better not be doing it while driving though.
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Old? I’m the guy who grew up listening to a Victrola in his grandmother’s attic. Try explaining that to today’s students! Then try explaining that “Victrola” is a neologism. Man! Talk about Prof. Fossil!
SK
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I think it’s interesting how kids love to communicate and connect but they prefer the “distance” from others through texting. And I’m almost positive that doesn’t only apply to kids.
Also. Contemplation of sitting on a corn flake is much preferable to texting gibberish while driving!
Yes. I’m old. And worried about that!
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