The Joker's Wild!

Dearest Ms. Gilmore,

As you are most likely aware you’ve been the subject of a couple of letters by yours truly as of late. The first being a letter I wrote to Frigyes Karinthy in regard to an email that was sent by you (or someone impersonating you) to the V.P. in charge of client services at my place of employ. The second was a letter to Charles Babbage in which I speculated as to whether I am an accidental avatar. And quite honestly, given that on any given day my life continues to become ever more surreal, I wonder (often aloud to anyone who will listen without judging) if such speculation may be true—be I the Devil as you’ve suggested or otherwise.

Also, there have been a few hits to the biddy biddy blog as of late which have me wondering if you’re up to your old tricks and are about to convince your dear sister of the silver screen Peg E. to stray from her comfortable haunting ground below the “H” of the Hollywood sign for a cybercafé or the libraries public to tap out yet another email message to God knows whom concerning your speculation about my person, its origins, and placement upon this planet.

Last evening when I arrived home from the day gig, I did as I often do, and checked the web stats for ye olde b-b-blog before placing my posterior upon the meditation cushion for a moment of communing with the cosmos. When doing this I discovered there was a rather curious hit. It being for the keyword search of “evil squirrel” which is not that unusual since writing the letter to St. Francis back in May in regard to a long standing feud I’ve had with a squirrel in the ‘hood I often get several hits in a week with this particular combination, sometimes daily. So seeing this keyword search didn’t arouse my curiosity—at first.

However, once I did the IP search and viewed the geo-located coordinates returned for the hit. My curiosity was more than aroused and I let out a good hearty chuckle. And why is this dear Virginia? Because the location of the hit was from none other than a Clayton, CA an area exactly due north of Mt. Diablo State Park.

And why did this induce a chuckle from yours truly?

Shortly after you outted me at work as an apparent Devil, I attended the holiday party for my company. As part of a little inside joke with my co-workers about the awkwardness of the situation and the associated outing, I placed the following initials on my name tag, “e. d.” Each time someone would look at my name tag rather quizzically I would say, “It stands for El Diablo, because after all, I am the Devil.” For the rest of the evening and for several days thereafter I was El Diablo to all who know me well.

There is also another minor cosmic co-incidence with the hit. I had a good friend that I met via a personal ad shortly after I got into Al-Anon who lived in a town that borders on the northwest quadrant of MDSP, Walnut Creek. Something interesting that I discovered about the area as well is that the indigenous tribes that lived in the area (the Miwoks) believed the mountains to be the cradle of civilization. Also the site is known to be an area of any number of Fortean phenomena.  I appears I need to plan a trip to Mt. Diablo sometime soon.

A second hit that I found to be rather odd occurred to the b-b-blog shortly after I finished my meditation at 20:33:09. I believe at that moment I was listening to a track on my iPerd that includes binaural tones that are supposed to put the brain into delta wave state. Or in other words a state that includes, “The rhythms [that] allow us to tap into ‘universal knowledge,’ or the mind beyond our own. This ‘universal knowledge’ has been referred to as the ‘collective unconscious”’– which is comparable to one large pool of the collective knowledge and understanding all of humanity.”¹ as stated on 4Mind4Life.com.  I was doing what? I was checking the stats of the blog at the same time. What was the keyword search that was done? It was “ghoti letters”.

So while I was connected to the collective unconscious and at the same time perusing the ghoti letters, I apparently synched up with someone doing a keyword search of the term of “ghoti letters”. And from where did this search originate? Houston, TX. As I zoomed closer into the geo-location data in Google Maps for this associated hit the synchronicities of it made me chuckle once again. The street where the pin on the Gmap that showed the origin of the hit? Inker Street. The street that is a block and a half west of its location? TC Jester Boulevard. Why did the combination of these two streets incite me to laughter?

The laughter is due to the letter that I sent MMRFRO earlier this week. Okay. So the one synchronicity is pretty apparent—a letter sent, a street named “Inker”. Ba-da-bing! However, the cosmic joke goes a slight bit deeper. In the design of the fold over mailer I created, I included this poem (written by yours truly) entitled Joke on the back of the outside portion of the mailer. In the text of the letter to D., I expounded on the fact that he never really understood my sense of humor and how he pretty much misinterpreted everything that happened between he and I—hence the chuckle with TC Jester Boulevard. After all I do have a stronger than average connection with the fool archetype.

The interesting thing about the eponym of the aforementioned thoroughfare is that he was an influential pastor of a Baptist church in that area of Houston. I found the funniest posting in a forum in which someone asked about the name of the street. Someone answered that “TC” stood for “The Court”. The adolescent nerdy humor caused me to let out a good snort.

So Virginia, got any big plans for Xmas?