It’s hard to believe this blog is still active. This time it’s
been 10 years between posts. Some might
ask, Isn’t she dead yet? Nope, here I am suffering the curse of the survivor—although
I’m not really that old. I
read yesterday that Ferlingetti died at 101—not Covid, but just regular
stuff. That’s for me, live to 101 when
most folks will ask: Isn’t she dead already? I had no idea.
It’s part of the loss
of attention span. Who could pay attention to someone living beyond, say, 50
years? Particularly when they can’t even
sit through a one-act opera. It’s no wonder Wagnerians seem to be an endangered
species. Four hours, even with potty breaks, and food breaks. Even if it’s the
coolest spectacle on the planet.
So the blog goes on after 18 years. All hail the internet, and we live on—at least
until we reach 101 and die of regular stuff.
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