Vic Socotra - Purveryor of Glib words to the world, and Man Friday to the great Architect itself.
on April 23rd, 2014
(I could not remember the name of this conference room in the South Building of the resort to save my life until I got serious this morning). I am blinking at the breakfast table. I appear to be in Arlington again and I am not sure exactly why. The radio tells me there is wreckage [...]
on April 21st, 2014
I am looking out the window of a nice room in a nice hotel in Colorado. I am hacked off. partly in panic and partly in despair. The ducks and the swans on the pond seem unaffected. The mountains are stoic, and the white puffs of clouds drifting across the peaks aloof. I opened the [...]
on April 17th, 2014
I think I am going to go to the airport- I am not sure which one yet- and take a flight some place. I am done with the resurgent cold. My pals up in Michigan just made the record for snow accumulation, and to cap it all off, they lost power in much of the [...]