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JUST
the facts, ma'am (and precious few of those..) I was born in 1947
and am married to the best woman in the world. She's stood by
me through thick and thin and still cooks a great dinner despite
a seemingly uninterrupted progression of food allergies (mostly
mine at this point). We have two sons, two granddaughters, and
a grandson.
I came to Fractals by a path so circuitous
and unlikely that it illustrates either absolute randomness or
the Hand of God. You pick. Before that I was an amateur herpetologist,
rock-'n-roll musician, and editor/publisher/chief contributor
to a newsletter that did its part to remold this world closer
to the heart's desire (or at least hit the brakes on some trips
in the wrong direction...).
I have crossed this country by thumb,
seen where it all began in Greece, walked in the footsteps of
my Lord in Jerusalem, and survived the sixties with no permanent
brain damage beyond an affinity for the work of J.S. Bach and
M.C. Escher.
My attitude toward the Internet is the
same as to life in general: come as you are and do what you can.
To place unnecessary barriers in people's way is too close to
what the Bible condemns as "grieving the Holy Spirit."
I don't believe in text boxes that can't be read easily at lower
screen resolutions. I don't believe in intricate homepages that
take forever to load at slower transfer rates. I don't believe
in giant Internet portals that mix their social agenda with their
supposedly objective news coverage and then discontinue support
for a still reasonably widespread and capable (for Windows) Windows
version.
About the name of my site: Schlaraffenland,
in German folklore, is a topsy-turvy place where everything is
inverted, mixed-up, and/or time-reversed. It's a psychogeographic
province in the general vicinity of the Big Rock Candy Mountain
and the francophone Kingdom of Cockaigne: best reached today through
the Land of Nod, though I understand that tickets to purported
alternate routes are being sold on streetcorners and other places.
Well, the hen has crowed, so this tale
is all told out. Cock-a-doodle-doo!
--Wynn Schaible
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