Wackedy wack blog

So it really is time to say goodbye. Yes, I've said it before. And sure, I'll blog again. But prolly, not here, not like this. I really haven't the time. And the UofL kind of owns my work at the moment, if I write here what I write there I fear I'll be accused of plagiarizing myself. So watch lost, that'll be where the new stuff goes. And maybe I'll start a podcast. But seriously, it's time to publish or perish. Here's a last couple from the magic red:

Let that be a lesson to you. What is that? That is that which is. And Feynman loved A so, a marriage made in heaven? Almost make me cry, almost. No heart? No hope. No heaven, assured. Unrolling, unravelling, had Hadd had had 'had'... and so the loop repeats. Who is married, who with children? And Richard so loved... on and on. Over one thousand this term. Am I imparting my ego? In Chinese. How will I be remembered? And why, Douglas, should I care? The mind's I. My I. The I mine. This eye, minefield? O I doubt that mistake is to be repeated. Opportunities are singularities. Should we fear, Vinge? Evolution has not stopped. But population growth will. Catholic South America and Muslim Arabia irrelevant, really. Abraham was a paranoid schizophrenic obeying the voices in his head and I opine: any faith built on that foundation must be rather wanting. But then there's Phnom Penh. Broken; broken. Broken? Where was Angkor Wat while the Khmer Rouge was filling the Killing Fields? O buddhism is no answer. No relics, no Brahma, no kidding. Are you a fully realized what? Being? No argument. Recollection. Memory, mammary. What defines us? No reproductions I suggest.

Waste of space; infinite but bounded, time similar, effect and cause, I don't have time to get there, face and lying, don't be confused nothing is real, same schedule as before. is that 'sh' or 'sk'? How big is an isogloss? Size of a human's privacy zone? No time for that, kindergarten's moving, is kindergarten really over? This school has not just decided they want an English teacher, Yusef and Mark were here, who else, Mary? Dunno, why ya buggin? One culture, sure, we're all after the same thing. Unless we're not.

So fair thee well my dearies. See ya 'round. May I offer his holiness as a parting shot?