Inexplicably Explicable

In this excerpt from So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish ©1985, Arthur Dent and his girlfriend Fenchurch have learned to fly, and use their new-found ability to have sex on the wing of a passing passenger jet:

Mrs. E. Kapelson of Boston, Massachusetts, was an elderly lady; indeed, she felt her life was nearly at an end. She had seen a lot of it, been puzzled by some but, she was a little uneasy to feel at this late stage, bored by too much. It had all been very pleasant, but perhaps a little too explicable, a little too routine.

With a sigh she flipped up the little plastic window shade and looked over the wing.

At first she thought she ought to call the stewardess, but then she thought, no, damn it, definitely not, this was for her, and her alone.

By the time her two inexplicable people finally slipped back off the wing and tumbled into the slipstream she had cheered up an awful lot.

She was mostly immensely relieved to think that virtually everything that anybody had ever told her was wrong.

If you are not familiar with Douglas Adams’ books, a trip to the library is in order.


Here. Now.

“It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.”  ~George Harrison

Paper or Plastic?


So if you’ve done something illegal, and you don’t want anyone to find out, just kill the messenger. Literally.

This is why I don’t really see a greater and lesser evil this election.  It’s more like two different flavors of evil.