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Jun 6, 2005

Re: the time and place for Yellow Submarine, the time is about eight seconds before I hit whoever's in charge of the music and the place is in upper orbit where the lack of air prevents sound from being transmitted.

I was just reading some random person's blog, where they had published a chapter from the novel they had been writing a few years ago. It was atrocious; I mean, not even readable. But I used to do stuff like that. And it made me think of an infinite number of monkeys with typewriters.

The internet, and especially the blogosphere, is like that. Only the monkeys are angsty adolescents and the typewriters have spellcheck (not that any of the goddamn monkeys ever bother using it). One of these days some 14-year-old is going to come up with something really brilliant, a great american novel with emoticons at the end of every sentence. :)

And we won't be able to find it, because of all the nonsense the rest of the monkeys are churning out. You don't have to be reclusive to be Emily Dickinson these days. You just have to put your stuff out there where anyone can read it and no one ever will.
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