Mocca Gallery

Had a good weekend.
Went to a wedding of a Deb relation.
At the ‘Little Chapel of the West’ on the South Strip.
There were no Elvi present, so I’m not sure it was legally binding.

On the way there we passed the Luxor.
I realized I had not used the word ‘obelisque’ in a sentence in many years.
Decided to rectify this by saying ‘obelisque’ whenever I deemed it necessary.
Which is more often than one might suspect.
Deb tells me – I got y’er obelisque right here. (complete with obscene gesture)

Deb family members gathered.
It was like being on the set of a David Lynch movie.
Next month we visit my family in North Carolina for a graduation.
My family gatherings are more Fellini-esque.

I use to dread these.
Now I know all families are eccentric.
Or to be more precise, the concept of normal is the real fantasy.
Does that mean I’m eccentric too? Naw. Impossible.
I am the measure of all things.
   
Imagine an avant-garde artist doing a performance piece.
His new work will be named ‘wedding’ or ‘graduation’.
All I have to do is be present and enjoy it.
The tickets are free.
It will be filmed for prosperity.
I have no speaking lines.
I’m working for scale.
These things are only weird if you take them seriously.

So, I have written software for no users.
Now I see there is true genius in this.
Users, by definition, are the source of all bugs.

If a bugs falls in the forest.
And no user is there to hear it.
Does it make a sound?
Now the answer becomes obvious – NO.
After many centuries this perplexing philosophical question has finally been answered.
Simply by rephrasing it in software terms.
The future is very bright.
So very bright for all of us.