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I often hear a certain axiom misquoted, to wit:

An infinite number of monkeys with an infinite number of typewriters would eventually create all the works of Shakespeare.

The axiom is designed to force one to consider the nature of infinity. The permutation reflects our reluctance to do so.

Let’s correct this, shall we?

“An infinite number of monkeys with an infinite number of typewriters would immediately create all of the works of Shakespeare–

and every other piece of writing that has ever existed, or ever will exist (as long as it’s created with, or translated into, the typewriters’ character set) —

–in the minimum number of keystrokes required to do so

–and each work would be produced an infinite number of times.”

See if that doesn’t clear a little space in the ol’ attic.

New shots of Gail are up on her page, she looks awesome as always. Hoping to do some more with her soon. Enjoy.

Not going to post much.
If I did,
it would be mostly weepy adulation
for the new National Champion basketball team,
and anyone who wasn’t me
(or another Gator)
would probably tire of it
in a time span
measurable in milliseconds.

(Originally published on the Shelley Berman site.)

I sometimes visit my old houses.

Sadly, no one famous once lived there.

Sadly, no one famous is hankering to move in, either.

The site of my first home, of the mobile type, is now covered by the tarmac of the south runway at Indianapolis International. Shelley probably flew over me more than once.

I may have waved. I was five at most, so I can’t remember if he waved back.

Probably he did.

My second home, not far away, has grown frighteningly small but otherwise has weathered sturdily.

My third, far away in South Florida, I saw weekend before last. One of the hurricanes of last season had walloped it soundly. Blue plastic sheeting covers a good quarter of the roof and something heavy appears to have dented the midsection.

But Dad’s bracing on the gables held, and the house stands, a somewhat battered but defiant prizefighter awaiting whatever swirling roundhouse the summer season chooses to bring.

Most of the world’s conflict arises from two people vigorously espousing the least-badly-broken answer to what invariably turns out to have been the wrong question.

Hang on to this concept as it’s going to appear in future posts.

Shots from the 2006 Sunshine Classic and Wheelchair Nationals are up on the site.

This was one of the shows I was going to pass on this year, because of the distance– Dwyer’s about a five-hour drive from home.

We can see how long that resolve lasted. ;)

But I had a couple of errands to run in the former hometown of Fort Lauderdale anyway, and besides the late April show in Lake City, there’s really nothing going on until mid-June (!)

So I figured, what the heck. And I got to talk to a couple of people that I might not have seen this year otherwise, so that’s always good.

Is it even possible to quote yourself?