I'm not exactly sure how this happened, but I seem to have finished at least a draft of a 20-page paper on the language/image conflicts in The Invisibles. The moment of the crackup happened this afternoon, when I was working out a tortuous set of parallels having to do with mapping three-dimensional constructs onto two-dimensional surfaces and higher-dimensional constructs onto three-dimensional surfaces, and suddenly thought: "Oh, I get it now. As above, so below." Good job, Douglas: you've just invented Hermes Trismegistus.

I've got a six-pager left to go in the next 36 hours, but at this point I'm not even sweating about that one. I even let myself cook a tiny bit tonight (pasta with green beans and garlic and olive oil for dinner). I think it's going to be okay.

Still need to deal with Cantilever and another secret music project or two, and I have a feeling that I'm going to be asking Lisa to massage my lower arms and wrists a lot over the next few days...



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