They say Princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a prince as soon as his groom.
Ben Jonson

My beautiful, my beautiful!
That standest meekly by,
With thy proudly-arched and glossy neck,
and dark and fiery eye!

Caroline Sheridan Norton
The Arab's Farewell to His Steed

Entropy Gradient Reversals


Faster Horses!

Why the hell did I wake up at 2am this morning? And what am I asking you for? What I need is a kind of cosmic magic 8-ball site that can actually answer questions like these with -- if not genuinely penetrating insight -- at least a little wit and panache.

Perhaps this is somehow related to the inspiration that woke me up two nights ago. I fell asleep thinking about doing an issue of EGR called "What Consumers Really Want" and I suddenly sat bolt upright in bed with that sort of Eureka flash that comes far too seldom these days. What had yanked me out of blissful sleep was the arresting meme: foxier women, faster horses.

Now even I recognize that at least the first part of this represents a sexist notion at base -- though if we are to believe Freud, we have to acknowledge that people do, on however rare occasion, actually think about sex, and that the dreams one might have in the privacy of one's own personal bed are a good place for this sort of thing and nobody else's bloody business. But you write it down and send it to 2000 people and that line of defense is suddenly missing in action.

So I played around with it a little. What about faster women, foxier horses? Possibilities there, true, but I felt it lost something in the translation. This went on for a while until the inevitable question occurred: WHAT AM I FUCKING THINKING?!?!?

For isn't it the sad fact that most of us, most of the time, simply do not know? These thoughts come into our minds. Where do they come from? Where do they go? Some have theorized that it could be something we ate. Sardines, say. But do any of us really believe this? For example, what if I were to dream about e-commerce? What would I have to eat to cause that?

A reader recently wrote to complain about EGR, not an infrequent occurrence by the way. She basically said my writing was too abstract, though she didn't use that word. She said it more by way of description. What she liked hearing about was what somebody had