Listening to the DJ divorce music from the human element reminds me: that was my thesis ladies and gentlemen, yes it was. Now I'm doing the opposite. I could tell you about it but then I'd have to kill you. Seriously though, wait a minute, I am being serious.
Here's a letter I won't send. Here's hoping that on this day celebrating romantic love mankind can find enough of any sort of love to spare a little and send it Egypt way, that your father and any friend or relative he has remaining there does not suffer for these times of change, that they in fact find peace and contentment and that they want what they get. I wish, of course, the same for you.
The world has caught up to me. Don't pronounce that like cot. Unless you so desire. Techno is doing what I said we should do in academia. So, when they ran me out of the conservatory for insisting that Public Enemy was music they made their own karma. As do we all, as do we all. But I did so enjoy watching that Chinese kid pushing buttons and turning knobs.