On May 12, 11:06 am, "Wolfgang" wrote:
"BJ Conner" wrote in message

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On May 12, 9:22 am, "Wolfgang" wrote:
"BJConner" wrote in message

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Politics or rod cases, Dickys mind is never to far from the sewer.

Dorothy Gale was right.

Wolfgang

Most women allways are, but who is she?

Coincidence rules the world. After writing the above observation about
Dorothy, I went outside on the deck to bask in a rare glorious spring day
while puttering at various little tasks in preparation for my upcoming road
trip, and then sit down to read Karen Piper's "Cartographic Fictions: Maps,
Race, and Identity." Just ten minutes ago, in chapter 6, "Postcolonial
Occupations of Cyberspace," I ran across this:

"...Salman Rushdie, in 'At the Auction of the Ruby Slippers,' creates a
future world in which movie characters can step off the screen and marry
members of the audience. The narrator complains: 'This permeation of the
real world by the fictional is a symptom of the moral decay of our
post-millennial culture....There can be little doubt that a large majority
of us opposes the free, unrestricted migration of imaginary beings into an
already damaged reality, whose resources diminish by the day.' The most
important event in this postmodern world is the yearly auction, where
national symbols are for sale: the Taj Mahal, the Statue of Liberty, the
Alps, the Sphinx. The ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz, however, are the
most expensive item at the auction, because of their 'affirmation of a lost
sense of normalcy.' The narrator hopes to buy the slippers for his lost
love so he can whisper in her ear, 'There's no place like home.'"*

Two pages earlier, Piper observes:

"Self-construction, trickery, game spaces, and role playing provide the
pleasures in cyberpunk. Cyberspace, many contend, is a performance realm
where initiates may author themselves."**

What Piper fails to note here (probably because it isn't germane to her
thesis) is that, like dicklet, as authors most people make pretty good
plumbers.

Wolfgang
* p. 159
**p. 157

I didn't recpgnize it as a Aquilonian name, it's been a while since I
read Robert E Howard.