February made me shiver / With every [email] I delivered / Bad news on the doorstep / I couldn't [subscribe to the newsletter immediately because it's good for you]
Sure, sure... that's not how the song goes. But it could have gone like that—we live in nothing if not a world of possibilities. This week we talk about what happens when the music dies, and then when it resurrects itself. And some other things—I don't remember what, but if it wasn't important, I wouldn't bother you about it like this, now would I?
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:—Kurt Vonnegut. "Vonnegut's Blues For America". The Sunday Herald (2006-01-07).
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD