Batman in a bottle

Long time no blog! I have not quite resolved the indulgence question I wrote about in my first blog and as a result, I have not told ANYONE about the fact that I have a webpage. My fantasy was that strangers would simply stumble upon it in their web surfing and someone might enjoy what I had to say or at least check out some of the eclectic links I put on the page. But months later, my page still doesn´t turn up in any google searches, so how could anyone find it? I suppose I should let people know about it, though I`m not particularly interested in writing for my friends, really. Or rather, I`m not particularly interested in making my busy and already over-stimulated friends feel obligated to read what I write. Its an online journal, anyways, not great poetry--not so far anyway.


There is also something appealing about writing into the abyss. Its like the appeal of putting a letter into a bottle and sending it out to sea. The idea that someone somewhere might discover it and in the meantime, the joy of expressing yourself without any particular audience in mind, but still to someone other than yourself. Its more gratifying than an imaginary friend, but less pressure than knowing for whom you are writing.


Today I write from Mexico City again. My time here is coming to a close. In August I will relocate my favorite sheets to somewhere in the bay area. (Affordable rent anyone?) I will return to D.F. for a month in October, again in January, and probably spend next summer here as well, but they will be visits. August marks the end of almost two years of having my primary residence be in Mexico City. Its very hard to believe that its been so long.


I write today just to touch back in to the hypothetical if not imaginary cybercommunity that I am a part of, not because I have anything particularly important to say. But don´t let this fool you, gentle readers, someday soon I will overwhelm you with profundity. For now I will end with a pop culture thought I recently had--or rather a question for those who know much more about DC Comics than I do. tTere is nteresting stuff going on about social class in our three classic heros--Superman, Spiderman, and Batman, is there not? Both spiderman and superman were adopted by people not their biological parents and raised in humble circumstances but with lots of love. Both of their best friends who become their arch-enemy are rich kids with no mothers and sociopath fathers they can never please. Batman reverses this, however, in that the heroe is a twist on the rich philanthropist. He is an orphan, however, and feels responsible for the death of his parents, just as Spiderman feels responsible for the death of his Uncle Ben. hmmmm.... Any thoughts?


Signing off now. With fierce love and anger, hopes against hopes for peace, and solidarity in your efforts to transform the madness.