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WORLD WIDE WAITIt’s decided. I’m headed back to Bali to sculpt some new creatures for my partner’s high end craft company. Meaning, Bali’s break-neck dial-up speeds of 16.3 kps (seriously), and in rainy season in the land of no-grounded electricity, not only does each tap of the laptop key shoot a punishing Pavlovian little shock up my fingers, but a single lightening strike while online has fried many a better writer’s tool via the phone line. Hell… ooooh shit.
You see this is me, trying to excuse the fact, if only to myself, that this site has not evolved, here, to the degree it has in the cyberspace between my ears. Nevermind that all clever mindful musings past have disappeared since I deleted the pointless HOME page.
Maybe, like messages in a bottle, said repartees have somehow drifted their way into some other’s capable hands and bleeding heart. More likely, like Bali’s mass tourism water bottle refuse, they’re just clogging up a drain somewhere.
Rhyme with no reason.