Yes, I am alive. Just blowing off the bloviating. However, I wanted to announce here that for a time, to take up some slack and hopefully get through the upcoming trip, I have added a guest blogger. His name is Alfred Q. Poindexter, or as he wishes to be called, AQP. He has consented to contribute some posts here. You will find him a bit different in style and focus, and he tends to be a bit cranky at times. But I hope that he will be welcomed.
The only thing good that can come from this little project is that I might now get my monograph looked at by someone other than the vagrants and whores with whom I generally associate. I am suddenly remorseful, however, at agreeing to "take up some slack," as we have so clumsily been informed, after taking a peek at the traffic on this godforsaken site. Ho-hum, I suppose that I might amuse myself with the parade of twits and liars that occupy the basement apartments of cyberdom while I'm here.
Lest anyone be misinformed, unlike my well-meaning but socially inebriated host, I have absolutely no interest in politics, preferring to direct my attention on areas of study wherein one finds some modicum of accomplishment. Those areas will be revealed in good time, as I come to learn how to run this thing.
This is my first foray, so expect to be disgusted for some time. I will do my best not to talk down, although with the state of American education and culture, that might prove a tad difficult. I have been informed as to the need of an alternative email account, and I will get around to that when I please. I am a busy man and have limited patience for those wishing to tap my considerable knowledge or sell me erection pills.
If you must, leave any suggestions or comments in the common practice as I understand it. But, pray, do not be deceived into thinking that I will either care or take heed. You may of course send money. Surely someone out there understands the rigors and tribulations of a scholarly life, and although Daniel has been kind enough from time to time to furnish me with a sofa on which to rest, his is a particularly shabby and depressing hovel and I do not wish to subject myself to the strictures imposed by today's mores and conventions.
The woman he lives with is singularly tiresome and insists that I conform to some arbitrary standard of decorum. Besides, our personal schedules play at odds, as she must rise early, for some suspicious reason, while it is my custom and necessity that I am allowed to rest well into the morning before I can be certain that all my life force has been rejuvenated. She disturbs my rest with that awful coffee contraption that burps and farts the black skunk water she simply must have each and every AM.
I am not a fan of eggs, by the way. I find their texture off-putting and the flavor reminiscent of the hole from which they descend. True intellectuals do not eat ovum for precisely the same reason that elephants do not drive. I prefer fresh orange juice cut with a tincture of champagne and absinthe that I became quite fond of while in the company of a stunningly beautiful, though thoroughly deranged chanteuse while on study in Istanbul. Once I have savored this loquacious concoction, I rather enjoy a bowl of Corn Chex followed by a healthy slab of some sort of pate and of course a baguette. I am a consumer of organ meats, although I have been warned off them by my physician after the last episode of gout.
I am at heart a monarchist, finding modern political thought to be vacuous and occupied by cretins who wish to bicker over minutiae in order to control the masses. Of course the masses wish to be controlled; all self-aware dolts do. But today's big shots have little to recommend them and rather than govern, they pander and perform like a camarilla of yodelers. A return to proper government would instantly cure the encephalitis lethargica that presently afflicts society. As a monarchist, I believe in Divine Rights and the control of man's base instincts by coercion and threat of damnation.
I am not a fan. Of anything. And I would appreciate it if the readers of this site would abstain from recommending that I have an opinion on any subject that might be construed as "current events." I couldn't care less. Nothing of consequence has occurred since 1037, when, we all know, Ferdinand I (the Great) of Castille and Leon ascended to the Spanish throne. Since then it's been nearly a thousand years of decline and massacre.
I will be less than happy, but I will oblige any questions on philosophy as it relates to the present predicament in world relations. I have not met with success in getting my feelings known to the various so-called heads of state for reasons that should become evident quickly. Sadly, the truth not only hurts, but apparently causes instantaneous blindness and paranoia. I shan't be making the mistake of offering my services to the government again. Let them lay in their beds as they have made them, and let me never utter the name Plame anon.
Now, I must be off to some dreadful governmental office in charge of finding me employment. The apparatchiks at this place are peculiarly foul and narrow-minded, but I have been advised to suffer through this latest insult without losing my sound sense of humor.
I do intend to wish the Grand Lady a very Happy Birthday.