The Fredösphere

Yes, I'm hidebound.  I admit a certain hipness deficit -- I'm prone to reactionary denunciations of the new.  Chances are, if I disapprove of something, it means it needed to be done.  Nevertheless, I assert that priests should not conduct masses where mardi gras beads are tossed by ushers to members of the congregation.

Waz happnin?  On February 15, Theodore Morrison will conduct Brahms' German Requiem in his last major performance as a University of Michigan professor.  On February 19, the DSO and a choir of 200 will perform the world premiere of "Dear Mrs. Parks" by Hannibal Lokumbe, as part of a Black History Month celebration.

Lynn is exasperated by a googler who arrived at her website, then left whiney comments:  "this is a rubbish website because it doesn't have the information i need."  So far, I've dodged that bullet.  Something neat happened just yesterday, however.  If the referers log can be believed, someone in Japan translated The Fredösphere into Spanish, which is odd; I would have expected Ali G. speak.

I don't need Google myself, since I have a memex:

Slanting translucent viewing screens magnifying supermicrofilm filed by code numbers. At left is a mechanism which automatically photographs longhand notes, pictures and letters, then files them in the desk for future reference.