06 September 2004
Fly Lacan Air, and we'll take you sinthome again!
Ouch.
'The book is a silent teacher and a companion in life. Young people should carry books with them at all times and read various good books zealously.'*
Off again on a secret mission for a few days....flying psychoanalytic airplanes to fully explore and exploit my anxieties about flying (and don't give me any of that Erica Jong nonsense. I am actually just scared of flying and not, ahem, 'the other thing'. I have no unconscious. Not sure how I'm writing this then, perhaps am merely 'carbon-based data-processing machine... as nihilist friend charmingly describes the 'uman animal').
Will be studiously avoiding any films on board, of course, especially classic ones, and most especially 'Alive' and 'Fearless' (I presume planes avoid playing these, but you never know).
Met yet more blog volk at the weekend. The charming and baroque sphaleotas, the witty and erudite Mr Radio Free Narnia. After a pleasant stroll by the waterworks and other assorted nature, we all went to a big Dungeon that was really a club and made strangely pointless movements for several hours. Mark K-Punk is a top danseur, you'll all be pleased to know (even if he does fancy Condoleezza Rice, the big weirdo).
Anyway, if anyone wants a postcard, send me your address and I'll do my level best not to forget you. Well, at least not actively.
* Kim Il Sung
