Go buy some envelopes. And make sure you’re dancing.

You know sometimes, if there’s too much going on or too little going on, or if you’ve taken far too many exams in a row and it feels like your head is going to twist off and disapper into the Microsoft Office cloud, you just need to forego some urgent appointments and sit down for an hour with some good Kurt Vonnegut.

In A Man Without a Country [Editor’s note: Erm, now more relevant than ever] Vonnegut informs his wife he’s headed out into town to pick up some envelopes.

Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.

 

Tracy, likely en-route to purchase some stamps in the Ronachkogel Elevator Shaft. Funny, I didn’t see an envelope kiosk down there anywhere. Oh well.

 

The Cloudy Arlberg staff, searching all over the Hohe Tauern National Park for envelopes.

Dogs have a pretty good intuitive sense of when it’s necessary to bust out of the house and sniff around for some envelopes.

If the snow’s good, get out there and dance!

I hope you’re taking a little time here and there to enjoy some world-class farting around.

After all, it’s all we’ve got.

Isn’t it?