For whom the bell tolls . . .
My mom sent me an email today about discovering one of her high school friends has MS and can barely move. News like this always has a sobering effect. There’s an impulse to be thankful (in my case, to whom is never really clear). Of course, thankfulness has its complications. If a benevolent god spares us punnishment, the same god also allows punnishment to happen. For me, anway, this feeling of thankfulness boils down to this: the sobering realization that there are always bullets flying past our heads and that it’s amazing so few of them find their mark.
On to something lighter . . .
Did a little ego surfing to see who’s linking to the BassBook. Found quite a few international links: some in Finish (1, 2), one in German (1), one in traditional Chinese (1), and, of course, dozens in English.