i should just like to say at this time in order to categorically deny rumours spread by a lot of people who know me real well and hence of course should know better than to be chasing cars through the street even after they got paper trained which is a pretty good accomplishment for the under twenty crowd who as i age seem less and less like young adults and more and more like legends of australia where giants are still known not only to walk the earth but occasionally to stop by the pub for a quick beer and a game of darts although ever since the kangaroo used the bartender for a dart things have been going kinda downhill much like most things here around the winter park home for the terminally bewildered which are going downhill at a precipitious rate much like a wagon careening down one of floridas much heralded ski slopes towards some sort of institutional oblivion which is almost like nirvana in many ways except of course that one has to fill out many more forms which are not to be mistaken for the forms which i was required to fill in by the east german border guards when trying to cleverly infiltrate by wearing a hedgehog costume and grunting in amusing and endearing ways which while doing simply wonders for my personal life and indeed for my overall mental health if you can call it that at this point and of course you can much as i refer to the paisley squirrel who lives outside my door as sam although i know his name to be norman which serves as rather an example about the arbitrary nature of names which is exactly the point i was trying to make while name-dropping with andy worhol soon before he went on to that great campbells soup can in the sky which i noticed in the paper was recently sighted over nasa which leads one to wonder or indeed to wander if like me you are particularly nomadic and find it difficult to stay in one place for protracted periods of time say over a fortnight which has always been one of my favorite units of measure along with the furlong as my preferences have often been for the abandoned and misled which accounts for the large collection of run-away pixies which i have brought into my home in a rare display of good will to nurse them back to health and perhaps use them as offerings to the great grim paleolithic god whose name is of course never mentioned but given what we concluded earlier about names i suppose there is no real harm in mentioning that his name is really ethel which is kinda weird in an anachronistic sort of way which is a point i believe i brought up when last chatting with the english playwright ben jonson who i have always found a good partner for anachronistic debate since he died four centuries before i was born using the term born in its most broad sense since i understand there were peculiarities at the time of my birth in that large black clouds covered the sun and the earth trembled and little men in high buffalo hats rode by the cabin on large iguanas singing "woo woo woo the great yak comes for you" which is something i have never quite understood but of course serves as the basis for all my spiritual seeking ever since and of course the web site here which really occured due to a sudden lapse in creativity which is rumoured by my friends to be due to the fact that i no longer wear those extremely stylish gold-lame undershorts in public but as i said they are completely wrong. Just my way of saying "hi", which may be the reason i am so rarely invited to the better dinner parties now ......