3 September 1998 
 
The adventures of the silly meep, I sing the meepy electric to the tune of 
the absence of allergy-rich grass. 
 
Quick lit crit:  Regarding the latest of M. Stuart Grace's offerings, 
titled Sept 1, 1998 (to the best of my recollection) -- see the Chronicle 
of Stuart, in my bookmark file, if it's deciding to let people get to that 
page right now: 
 
CompactrenderingofanydanceclubUSAwemustbegettingold. 
 
Interesting when one has no spaces how the letter sequence can be split up 
in more than one way.  Perhaps this can be worked on more, and done more 
deliberately.  There are two evident meanings in my above statement. 
Perhaps more. 
 
From the standards of literary criticism, there is always more meaning (or 
maybe less, if the writer is particularly bad) than the author intends. 
Whatever meaning a reader can extract from a tract is legitimate.  There 
is no thing as text that is isolated from mind.  Unless you're talking 
about your standard high school lit class.... 
 
Thought: The undocumented life is not worth living? 
 
I look back at previous ramblings, sometimes remembering their composition 
and concepts (usually the stuff I'm pretty adamant about) sometimes 
wondering "What the hell was I thinking?" 
 
If it comforts you that I confuse myself all the time, then you are 
welcome to the feeling.  If it makes you feel smug, I don't want to hear 
about it.