Directions, and Requiescat in Pacem Kurt Vonnegut

Gacked from-- just about everybody by now, most recently blueanddollsome:

--Go to Google.com
--Click on Maps.
--Click on "get Directions".
--From New York
--To London (Paris, Rome, Dublin, or Moscow)

--And read line # 23.

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In sadder news, Kurt Vonnegut has died. I discovered him as a depressed 17 year old, and, as was my habit in those days, I read everything of his I could find in the space of a few weeks that summer. I wouldn't recommend that to others-- there's a cumulative effect to the pervasively hopeless world view. At least, there was on me at that age and mindset. 20th Century literature in general does that to me-- where the monsters are these huge amorphous entities like society, and there's no God in His (Her) heaven to give one the hope it may all be set right.

But maybe that's the point-- that we have to be the ones setting it right, even if we're too small and ultimately doomed to failure. I'm glad I read his work, and I loved his biting humor and irreverent wit. He will be missed.

(And does anyone else see an eerie resemblance in the press photos to Mark Twain?)