I enjoyed reading this, feeling as though I was there again, feeling that Michael conveys some things in ways I couldn't. In fact, I was never really satisfied with how I described my time spent with John DeVore or his gibbon speakers. After all, writing about music is hard to do.
But I'll tell you this…
Here Raymo ponders the question of style and whether there's an evolutionary mechanism for it. His answer might surprise you.
"Every artifact and photograph has been declassified by the appropriate officials for public viewing. Please note that because the Museum is located on the CIA compound, it is not open to the public for tours."
Oh, the irony.
"The tree pollen," Robert says, "is crazy." Liven up New York City with pink, purple, and white flowers and it just doesn't know what to do. The island is taking a long, deep, stuttering breath, arching its weary back, raising its heavy shoulders, closing its watery eyes, and having a sneezing fit. Bless you. Gesundheit. Salute!
I've got a headache.
But I'm not complaining. It sure is beautiful outside. Later on, I'll venture out into the pollinated world in search of a suit…