The Dance (Sort of): Ghost in the Machine?
(Dear Diary, September 7)
things happen here that bring a sense of wonder and mystery, that bring a sense of surprised wonder if not outright amusement. As I sent
that to you via the miracle of electrical connectivity the note about
The Dance ... I'd had to go to retrieve a pompelmo as the weather is
warm here ... a short interruption in my time away from writing ....
well, we've been having strange electrical problems here with computer
network and connectivity, I will admit, last evening was hellish in fact
... but just now when I returned to write something else, my laptop had
powered off on its own and mysteriously the sound system in the living
room had turned itself on and was pumping out 21st century dance music that
brought the room to life, then spread across the living room and on into the kitchen. I don't even know
the names of the artists or the name of the music, but it was like acid
jazz, or things dub remix.
The Dance, you see! And speaking of weird electrical stuff, last
night, in my eyrie, not one but two lightbulbs blew out completely on
If I were superstitious, I would be in bad shape, but events such as these just cause me to laugh in startle and nudge me, and I admit I am tinged with bewilderment, and a bit nonplussed.
another day begins!
At 12:30 yesterday when my computer powered off in the quiet room where I am writing, and the big tv sound
system decided to turn itself on, this was like some weird electrical prank, the tv sound system (with no picture) powering out loud music, the kind I don't normally listen to ....
Anyway, this is the kind of 21st century dance music (well, the exact music) that came
out of the tv music box then:
Chris Brown "Don't Wake Me Up"
(I prefer a different century's dance music, like that disco song, "Go-ooin to a Partay (whup whup) ... )