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It's snowing heavily in Toronto right now, with visibility less than a km.
The sky just flashed brightly, followed by a big roll of thunder.
Yes, we're having a thunder-snow storm. I didn't even know that could happen.
Had an interesting experience recently, which confirmed for me that the universe takes no interest at all in my happiness.
At the company Christmas party last December, the best friend/cousin of the owner of the well-meaning but hopelessly omnidirectional company to which I am currently manacled suggested they set me up with a female employee of theirs.
With no prompting on my part, they described her to me: Vegetarian, extremely self-starting, very smart, and fair of complexion. A strong and independent woman, living in the country and conscientiously recycling, to the point of getting on their case if they forgot to put anything at the office into its appropriate blue box. Overall, their best employee.
Her name was Alexandria. She was twenty-three years old, and Italian.
If there is a more beautiful group of women on this Earth than the Italians, I do not know who it might be.
And when one thinks of 23-year-old Italian women, one has a certain image in mind, which the phrase "bikini model" might vaguely encapsulate, if damning with faint praise.
In any case, readers familiar with the interview I gave last summer to Natasha Todorovic and Chris Cowan will surely not fail to note the similarities between the description given by the purported trance-channeling psychic I had the session with in late 1999, and the aforementioned girl. That is, of a woman with pale, almost alabaster skin, and long hair down to her slender waist, with whom I was fated to work at a place "down by the water." A woman who enjoyed getting things done almost as much as I do, and who would respect and rely on me in the context of doing her own job, with the chance of her and I being more than just friends.
Relative to Winnipeg, where the reading was done, Toronto is south, down by the water of the Great Lakes.
I first worked with multi-dimensional databases (i.e., OLAP) at Shitvantex, and got hired by my current employer only because of that experience; thus, ADX was the predicted "stepping stone" to my current job.
It all fits, right? Granted, they (i.e., the "spirits") were wrong about everything else they predicted, but on this, the most important point, they got it right!
Right?
Well, last Friday I finally got to meet the woman in question, in the context of doing some intranet development work for her employers.
Fair of complexion? Not that I noticed. Maybe it was the lighting.
Long hair? Nope.
Slim? Definitely not.
Intelligent? Sadly, that cover was blown when she said to me, and I quote: "I don't know nothing about computers."
The geek in me can forgive her technological unawareness. The cultured writer in me cannot forgive her grammar.
I do not know how often her nose might have been broken, to have the very noticeable bump which it does possess.
We humans, of course, are pattern-finding creatures, who will focus on the few "hits" among many "misses" when predictions are made, and take that as confirmation of claimed paranormal abilities. And I was well aware of that dynamic through all this, even while hoping that maybe, just maybe, meeting the woman of my dreams would simultaneously reaffirm for me that everything in the universe really is unfolding as it should.
Because, you know, even blind coincidence taken as if it were cosmically meaningful is better than no luck at all.
I think there are a million, maybe even a trillion [sic] girls who are better looking! I don't mean to put myself down, but the most attractive thing about me is definitely my boyfriend! It's so true! I'm being so truthful! —Beth Ostrosky (Howard Stern's fiancée)
—Beth Ostrosky (Howard Stern's fiancée)
Yes, of all the girls on all the planets in all the galaxies ... well, as Douglas Adams might have written, she really is one in a trillion/Trillian.
As to how Adams' "trilogy" of five books compares to Ken Wilber's K-K-K-Kosmos "trilogy" of ... well, so far only one: Adams' work may be explicit science fiction, but it's still more believable than is kw's bullshit-based "integral philosophy."
