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I've Used Twitter Now And Again To Try To Figure Something Out; It's An Amazing Resource. But I Think You Have To Use It Judiciously: It's A Self-selected Group, So It's Important Not To Start Thinking Of It As The Whole World.

Everything Rational And Sensible Abandons Me When I Try To Throw Out Photographs. Time And Time Again, I Hold One Over A Wastebasket, And Then Find It Impossible To Release My Fingers And Let The Picture Drop And Disappear.

The Old Orchid Hunter Lay Back On His Pillow, His Body Limp... 'you'll Curse The Insects,' He Said At Least, 'and You'll Curse The Natives... The Sun Will Burn You By Day And The Cold Will Shrivel You By Night. You'll Be Racked By Fever And Tormented By A Hundred Discomforts, But You'll Go On. For When A Man Falls In Love With Orchids, He'll Do Anything To Possess The One He Wants. It's Like Chasing A Green-eyed Woman Or Taking Cocaine... It's A Sort Of Madness.

There Was A Time When I Kept Track Of It All; When My Mind Worked Like A Giant Lint Brush Being Swept Over The Fuzzy Surface Of Popular Culture. But These Days, Pop Culture Seems To Have Gotten Fuzzier And Fuzzier; Notoriety Comes And Goes In The Snap Of A Finger.

I've Loved Some Gadgets That Were Not Worthy, And I've Loved Gadgets That I Would Have Loved More If I Had Waited For Their Developers To Figure Out How To Really Make Them Work, But I Loved Them Anyway.