Catastrophes and Coffee

I am drinking coffee every second light-year, so it is not coffee that is ruining me, neither health nor purse. But my websites do. Both health and purse. Every time there is a catastrophe at home, and it is not my health, it is the computer. And I have to go to internet cafés, those virtual coffeehouses, sometimes the virtual one combined with a real one, and have to spend money there on access and Coke with coffeine and get to inhale as an extra the smoke of all those fervent surfers and the virtual (or not so!) "smoke" from their concurrent cellphone use. But otherwise it is a very pleasant international atmosphere with people well beyond average. Cosmopolitan individuals, a large percentage of students, with their often attractive bodies in one room, but their minds in any imaginable virtual place of that cybersphere.

Right now I am sitting in one of those temples, as the catastrophe has hit again, three days ago. At the very worst moment, of course. And I am working here only to code and upload the most urgent and important texts. As I am starting to get an headache from all that smoke, I'll make it short. You can read more in "The Exterritorial Imperative" blog at panarchism.info, where I had posted ahead of this.

The sensation you will discover there and your further musings on that discovery are very likely to make you think of two things mentioned in this blog: (a) the comment just preceding regarding Ayn Rand and Objectivism and my comment "Shame on you, Lindsay Perigo!!!!!!" a few entries earlier (b) Wendy McElroy's column of this week On Handcuffed and Felonious Children. With the advent of the legal revolution I am alluding to, peace and tolerance and individual choice will have done away with those conflicts and those never ending battles to impose one's own political truth upon all fellow men...