Monday, August 6, 2007

Sensible | Sensate

A belated happy 267th to the Marquis de Sade; let's everyone go make sense:

IF the plant leaks once in a while,
THEN almost no one dies of it,
SO it happens once in a while,
SO it is news,
BUT it is not important.

IF the plant leaks every day,
THEN many die of it,
SO that is important,
BUT it is continuous and we cannot sort out which individuals die because of the plant,
SO that is not news
AND no one wants to know.

C'est logique, non? -- what we use whenever a thing does not make sense at all. And what's a few roentgens between consenting amis?

The majority of the scientists at Los Alamos signed a petition that bomb that landed on Hiroshima be detonated at an unpopulated site in Japan, to demonstrate it. With all the times I've heard people discuss Truman's decision to drop the bomb, the option has never been mentioned.

Rudy's planning his class action suit. He called to say first that he spoke to some lawyers, then that he's planning to. I sent him the email addresses, let him go. If he thrashes enough, maybe he'll kick up someone I can hand this stack of papers off to. But I'm not running interference -- have to work, I say.

"How are you going to take care of yourself while you're doing all this?"

"Oh, my old man's got a house he needs painted. I'll just live in it while I paint it and fix it up. I'll have to bring some birds across, too."

Birds?

"Tropical birds. They don't cost anything down there cause they flit through the trees. People pay big money. Pet stores and them."

I mention the little legal issue; he's not dissuaded.

"They're easier than people. A little tequila, they keep their mouths shut all the way across."

"The birds are mum."

"Yeah. I'ts great; you can't let them get too much, though. Then pull them out of the socks soon as you get good across."

"Socks?"

"I visit my cousins, then stop off in Rosarita on the way back. I sit on the beach with the birds and the laundry and give the birds a little tequila. When they fall over, I pop them in a sock, one by one."

"Yeah. That's a few thousand dollars in that basket if they're all still good. "

When I was a kid, our parakeet always looked a little glassy-eyed.

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