Please go to the NYTimes.com to read about a very controversial African_American blogger, whose frail health killed him a age 42. There is a great article about him in Tom Watson's blog.
The most important lesson I learned from it is how different our personas on the Net can be from our selves in a daily routine. I am quite familiar with Harlem, especially with 144th Street and 125th, where I got my Social Security card, sitting on a folding chair, mesmerized with a tiny cockroach traveling on a Chinese man's leather jacket. That was in the days I though NYC was the greatest place where I could possibly live, 1981.
There are friends in NYC I should call, but I am too weak today. We are getting around to equipping the home for my new condition and voice-recognition software in on order. Soon it'll be 2008, spring and
annus horribilis will be over.
Peace to all, maybe tomorrow? Why not?
Spring in Central Park, 2001.©
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