The Year of Vonnegut

Or so 2007 had been declared in Indy. And now it takes on a more profound significance.

You have to love how that AP article editorially describes how "his watery, heavy-lidded eyes and unruly hair made him seem to be in existential pain" and everyone who reads it will agree. An indispensible character of the modern era, it's a shame that he - like Hunter S. Thompson - didn't live to see the end of the current Presidential administration. But so the clock ticks on, and it is later than we think.

I always had a soft spot for the Bokononism, particularly the "peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God" bit (dancing lessons from something anyway). And let me repeat with others the following - hoping the old man found something in that undiscovered country -

God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"
"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God!
I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the
mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait...
To find out for certain what my wampeter was...
And who was in my karass...
And all the good things our karass did for you.
Amen.