But I also begin to wonder if my still evolving bloglife has some kind of nonlinear recursive strange attractor behind it. If you have been paying attention and checking this blog daily (why are you doing that?? get a life!) you might notice that blog entries mysteriously appear in the past in blog time. I go forward in heartbeats that mark time, then recurse back to fill in blog bits of the recent past, then forward again.
So this post, for example, is a heartbeat. Hello World, I am alive!. In fact, I just had a birthday some days ago. I'm 32. Happy Birthday to me. I like 32. It is a power of 2. The next one will be 64. Wow. That seems like a really far way away. I wonder what the next 32 years will be like. But I suppose all ages are like that. Half-way-there points. Will the next X-amount of life be like the last X-amount? Last year I was 31, a prime number! Before that, I was 30, the sum of the first 4 squares 1 + 4 + 9 + 16 ! And I could go on.... (down to 0 at least)
Anyway, I digress. Paris pictures will magically reappear in some past posting at some point in the future. And maybe even an account of the simply wonderful dinner that melted me and other things that the amazing multi-talented Noo did for me on my birthday.
Meanwhile, if you are reading this, post a wave, leave a heartbeat say you exist or something.