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Here is a Sup—I mean repository of the texts of my together with some readings of them. The essays were broadcast by WXXI 91.5 Classical of Rochester, NY on Salmagundy each Saturday at 9:35am Eastern Time, from the beginning of time (1985) till May 2009 when Entropa (evil Goddess of Change-for-the-Worse-or-Possibly-the-Worst) troubled the minds of the WXXIites and they retired Simon and Salmagundy, and Rochester went into a terminal decline---for ever.
I continued on that brilliant bastion of all that's good and kultured, WCLV's syndicated Weekend Radio on many (mainly NPRish) stations traditionally on the first and third weekends of the month, though weekendage varied, till the horror crept ever onward and that too was devoured (in August 2023, a date which will live in infamy or at lease mild irritation)... and only I remain, defiant though wimpering.
Richard Howland-Bolton
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Indulge with me in a little Gedankenexperiment, a thought experiment, you know the sort of thing---wild hypothesizing after the style of the famous Schrodinger’s cat-in-the-box experiment.
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It is a truism, especially here in America, that life is a lottery. And years and years ago I once did one of my essays on how we perceive that lottery, and how we see luck and chance and how differently we react to the chance of something good happening against the chance of something bad happening:
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Boy am I tired! I just drove all the way from Plano to Ithaca and back, 3,308 miles in about sixty-three and a half hours at an average speed of very approximately 52.0944882 miles per hour.
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 No one has, as far as I know, yet claimed that if you take an infinite number of wise monkeys and divide them into three groups they will eventually neither see a production of Hamlet, nor hear a production of Hamlet nor, for that matter, even talk loudly about a production of Hamlet during the quieter bits.
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Do you know, in one of my beginning Japanese text books (you do know that I've been learning Japanese don't you? Anyway) there is the following little exchange:
"Ja banana ga arimasen ka?"
"Hai arimasen."
In the last month or so these apparently innocuous, even funny words have taken on a dire aura of prophecy (or maybe that should be an aura of dire prophecy, one or the other).
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Do you remember that famous scene at the end of "Planet of the Apes" when the Charlton Heston character finally realises that he is not in some far, alien planet but (gasp!) really on Earth when he sees a large chunk of pretty-well intact Statue of Liberty thrusting out of the sand?
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Tomorrow, the nineteenth of January, is Lisa's twentieth birthday!
Isn't that amazing!! . . .
Lisa, light of my life and so forth. Oh-Li-sa: the tip of the tongue of course not taking that inarticulately impossible trip of three steps down the palate to tap at three on the teeth---
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2002 is an interesting year, digitally speaking, being represented, as it is, by a palindromic number. Now I'm sure you know all about palindromes, those strange exercises in not having a life wherein someone spends absolute ages working out a sentence that reads the same backwards as forwards---Look for example at 'Madam I'm Adam' which took (according to some theories) all the time since the beginning of the world to work out.
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Have you ever seen someone drop some hot buttered toast, maybe a slice of cinnamon raisin, say, or a nice whole wheat piled with blackcurrant jam, so that is goes splat, buttery (or jammy) side down, right onto their nice, clean, brand–new, pale but definitely not butter (nor, for that matter, jam) coloured carpet? And have you ever, then, immediately commented “Ah, observe the subtle and playful interaction of gravity and entropy!”
No?
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In various places in the several media this week all sorts of people have been going on about the fact that on the twentieth of February of fond memory there was an interesting pattern of digits.
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