It’s a funny thing, in a way, writing here.  I like to write, and I write everyday anyway, mostly in the form of smoke signals sent via emails that blow away in the virtual breeze.   Hopefully what I’m writing will be of interest or help to someone, but, it’s still a funny thing, to be writing here.

Admittedly not “ha-ha” funny, you know.  I mean, here and there I have a little jest, like pretending to love Paris Hilton (though she was very endearing with her boyfriend in that video, I truly thought), or calling for the Republicans to let Dick Cheney speak at their convention.  But these are, admittedly, very little jests, more gestures of a jest than jesters in their own right.

Outside, some St. John’s students have a powerful speaker mounted and they are blasting what sounds like a witless live or robot DJ, punctuating the pulsating beat music at exactly the wrong moments.  If Kissinger rapped this is what he’d sound like.   Outside the window of Sekhnet’s bedroom St. John’s University has placed a red banner with a cross and the words Ecce Agnus placed where Christ’s heart would be.  I assumed, incorrectly that the Latin meant “behold the agony” but it means “behold the lamb of God”.  Either way, we are wondering what it is doing on a public lamppost, positioned to be seen from our bed.

At the university the beat goes on.  I’m wondering who I’m actually writing to, as I also wonder “who zaskin’?”