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After reading about Patrick's schooling, the next message on my screen
seemed to provide a nice "Paris-China" tunnel...will
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Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 17:19:05 -0700
From: Moselius <moselius@thegrid.net>
To: pynchon-l@waste.org
Subject: Schoolin
Henry the Musick man wrote:
> Been outta school long?
>
Actually, I haven't had the benefits of rigorous academia. I was born
and raised in Madagascar, where I worked at a yo-yo factory until the
age of fourteen. (it wasn't until recently that I realized some of the
more disturbing connections: turns out the company I worked for,
YoYoDyneamics, was a subsidiary of none other than Shell Oil, and that
the yo-yos were composed primarily of, yes, Imipolex G. I guess the
yo-yo's were made for extremely high velocity yo-ing.) With the money I
made in the factory, I struck out on my own, to travel the strange and
bewildering surface area of our sphere. After a few years, I ended up
in Ulan Bator, where I studied the lute for nearly three years. I then
took on a nation wide tour of Equatorial Guinea, where I played my lute
in sushi bars. But my life was about to change forever. I fell under
the tutelage of a shaman from Sudwest, and began studying the Occult.
It wasn't long before I became possessed with what he called "Maxwell's
Demon". Needless to say, my mind turned to mush, and I spent the next
eleven years in a Sanitarium, where I had all the time I needed to teach
myself the literary techniques of the outside world. I also read a bit
of Pynchon. Only recently was I declared mad enough to be released into
the general public. I moved to Nevada, where I got a good deal on an
ant farm. It is from there that I write to you today. So as you can
see, I never really went to "school".
MOSELIUS
" I always thought the best school was the University of Life"
-J.G. Ballard
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Henry the Musick man wrote:
Actually, I haven't had the benefits of rigorous academia. I was born and raised in Madagascar, where I worked at a yo-yo factory until the age of fourteen. (it wasn't until recently that I realized some of the more disturbing connections: turns out the company I worked for, YoYoDyneamics, was a subsidiary of none other than Shell Oil, and that the yo-yos were composed primarily of, yes, Imipolex G. I guess the yo-yo's were made for extremely high velocity yo-ing.) With the money I made in the factory, I struck out on my own, to travel the strange and bewildering surface area of our sphere. After a few years, I ended up in Ulan Bator, where I studied the lute for nearly three years. I then took on a nation wide tour of Equatorial Guinea, where I played my lute in sushi bars. But my life was about to change forever. I fell under the tutelage of a shaman from Sudwest, and began studying the Occult. It wasn't long before I became possessed with what he called "Maxwell's Demon". Needless to say, my mind turned to mush, and I spent the next eleven years in a Sanitarium, where I had all the time I needed to teach myself the literary techniques of the outside world. I also read a bit of Pynchon. Only recently was I declared mad enough to be released into the general public. I moved to Nevada, where I got a good deal on an ant farm. It is from there that I write to you today. So as you can see, I never really went to "school".Been outta school long?
MOSELIUS
" I always thought the best school was the University of Life"
-J.G. Ballard