Authenticity in Cyberspace ...

My oldest turned 47 yesterday in Korea and today here in the USA. How does that work? Birthday wishes on both days! ....... I was with that same online group in cyberspace, yesterday ... at least when my cardiac rhythm was cooperating. But first, the more stable my arrhythmias become, recently and maybe, the more surprised and maybe disappointed I become when I spend time with my sinus bloc not cooperating in sending out regular electrical cues for my atrium to beat at its usual 40 bpm. The doc with the new meds does have my vote and I am very appreciative of the improvement ... till two months ago about 50% of time in rhythm ... now about 85-90% of time my heart 'ain't misbehavin'. ............ Yesterday, it was a lovely ride with M whose arm is sending shooting pain signals ... top was down (the roadster's, that is) that followed a lengthy conversation with our youngest whose oldest was flying for a group religious and play adventure in the State of Israel and maybe Jordan.She'll meet with Israeli and Palestine kids her own age and talk of the madnesses of war. Einstein would be proud; I am enormously proud of my grand-daughter who also just received an award (to be conferred in Carnegie Hall) for her macabre writing. Our youngest's other kids and partner were away at a water theme park giving an opportunity for Mother and Father and grown spawn to talk of joys and distresses, while Grannie charted the 747's progress over the Atlantic. ...... Anycase, the ridewith M closed with ice cream ... the ice cream did something to Gus (my esophagus) which lays over one or another side of the Vegus nerve and heart and I was off to the races. The rest of day was spent in and out of rhythm. The talk was still very good ... the ride was good ... and even the online cyber-talk was good mixed in with a talk with sibling by phone (he was on the jazz) and friends for dinner who (anyway, the female partner) thought we should spend $4800 on a new mattress. Shit! My first new car in 1965 cost $2010..... But throughout this time, the oldsters on the listserv were bouncing between talking naughty (breasts and jock straps and the liberatiuon of body parts ... good thing corsets and girdles were not there to have me citing Scripture: Gird your Loins, sayeth the Lord, the time for rest is passing). .... All the odder that this seventh grade talk was in a mixture with questions of whether there could be true comradeship and joy (Alexander Woolcott?) and affection and relationship on line. .... A bunch of Players in the Last Quarter still questioning the authenticity of cybercommunication. .... Someone says: 'I hate you' and belief and , not infrequently, response follows. Another says: 'I love you' and doubt reigns. Hate is so much more believable than love ... accepted as so much more authentic. .... There was a frenchman 100 years ago who would attract people from around the world to form circles (the jerks IN the circle) an repeatedly recite: tous les jours a tous points de vue je vais de mieux en mieux. (Everyday in everyway we get better and better). Maybe I can get this group to which I belong to recite something similar about authenticity on our winding road that must've surpassed 3000 messages in a few months between about ten oldish farts and maybe one young one. Tevya whining to Goldie: Do you love me? Old whines in old bottles!