Let me give you my card…

Context is everything: The Scribbler is a middle-aged Yank who’s lived in Budapest getting on to nearly half his life. As unapologetic about his liberal-arts education at three universities as he is about his recent taking up of cudgels in corporate management. He’s doing all he can to make sure his six children are gifts to the human race and not shallow selfish assholes. In the end, the thing he really strives for is inner vision to guide his outer trials. And lightning. He loves it when shit gets so synchronistic that sparks fly. Zap! Ha ha! And like Emma said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.”

3 thoughts on “Let me give you my card…”

  1. Your Stele of Jeu doc is most appreciated. Thank you.

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