Phi Theta Kappa Seal
In which our hero offers, humbly, the essay version of a speech he planned to give to Edison’s PTK chapter last month; he was prevented from boring members, inductees, and their families to tears when his spine dissolved into sawdust. Posted so both interested PTK members can forward it to their homies in a DM tweet led by some hashtaggy version of tl;dr.
I was in a hurry to leave college. You’ll note, twenty years on, I was mostly unsuccessful. Given my haste, I never thought to petition an honorary society. Nor, I should add, did any invite me.
“We are living in a computer-programmed reality, and the only clue we have to it is when some variable is changed, and some alteration in our reality occurs. We would have the overwhelming impression that we were re-living the present—déjà vu—perhaps in precisely the same way: hearing the same words, saying the same words. I submit that these impressions are valid and significant, and I will even say this: such an impression is a clue, that in some past time-point, a variable was changed—reprogrammed as it were—and that because of this, an alternative world branched off.”
The apocalypse is sort of my literary beat, so I enjoyed this piece in The Appendix from Daniel Salas:
“Radio-frequency identification technology thus merely figures as the latest supposed harbinger of the end times in a culture obsessed with both the apocalypse and technology.”
All…cultures…are founded on myths….The economic interpretation of history is for the birds. Economics itself is a function of aspiration.
Bowie’s vocal track for Ziggy Stardust, via Soundcloud. This made my week. Awesome.
He was the nazz, foo.