today

The (supposed) birthday of one of my favorite undecidables out of many; a reminder that if you shuck and jive appropriately while dispensing authentic snippets of other people's wisdom, half your audience will call you a rogue; half will call you a saint; various parts of both halves will call you a fraud. All of them will be wrong, but all will have had an excellent opportunity to observe their own predilections, assumptions, and unconscious prevariations (which was supposed to be "prevarications," but sometimes the Freudian slippery, which is kind of like the Lacanian imaginary, works a whole lot better than the intentional intellect).

And now anyone typing in the expected keywords in a Google search will never find this one, which is as I intended.

Unfortunately this means it also makes no sense to the people who actually discover it. A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.