In reading this I realized that my favorite kind of storytelling (for now) is the kind that takes apparently trivial or everyday subject-matter and puts it under a microscope to see the universe inside, to better understand the universe around it — exactly the metaphor of opening up the rubic’s cube.

This is what I liked about Kundera’s _Unbearable Lightness of Being_ — it was equal parts soap opera and Nietzsche.

(ok i haven’t actually read any Nietzsche)

(ok and i had too look up how to spell Nietzsche)

I’m glad to see that the wheels are in motion with this project. It might just embolden me to tackle some of my many monsters. (See Spalding Gray’s _Monster in a Box_, which we should watch together sometime)

Speaking of a Shroredinger’s Cat-like death/suicide paradoxes, this week’s New York Times magazine features eulogies for many great or interesting pubic figures and artists who died in 2006. Reading these dozen obituraries in a row had unexpected beauty, which is relevant here only because it showed how remarkable artists and scientists chose to live their lives.

(Those I found noteable were of Syd Barret, of Brian Wilson’s therapist, of Anaïs Nin’s “other” husband, of the first psychopharmacologist, and of some playwright to name a few.)

Great job on the design of the page, btw. (Although I do miss your hand-made graphic. You should post it and describe how you made it, to humor me.)

Keep up the good (er, all) work!