The Fredösphere

The supreme court says we must stop executing juveniles, but fortunately they said nothing about halting mercy killing of those creepy weirdos called synaesthetes.

From the You Scratch My Back file:  Paul Bailey has a blog called Because They Are Dead where he promotes his "alternative classical garage band," the Paul Bailey Ensemble, and he's got me on his blogroll:  thanks.  Thanks also to A. C. Douglas who has interesting comments on my friend Dave's harpsichord, and to Aworks who enjoyed yesterday's confessional called The Three Bs.

Someone googled Pierre Boulez apes and ended up at The Fredösphere.  I thought I must be the only person in the world to associate Pierre Boulez with apes (see my magnum opus on the choral music in Beneath the Planet of the Apes), but no!  In an inspired mistake that reveals even as it obfuscates, it seems that the name of the author of the original Planet of the Apes novel -- Pierre Boulle -- has been transmogrified into Pierre Boulez.  (For just a few examples, see Rotten Tomatoes and barterbee.com and Yahoo and MSN groups and bestprices.com and mojosounds.com.)  This is beautiful.  If I could become convinced that I somehow ever had any small part in keeping alive this bright, shining lie -- well, I think I could die content.  Pierre Boulez, author of Planet of the Apes!  Dang!