Au revoir, mexerica cega: It is with relative indifference [we are rather busy at the moment] that we bid farewell to the Blind Tangerine as an active blog; it now stands as a testament to one man's experience in the wake of 911, a spiritual time capsule for as long as the storage medium holds out. What? That little time? We'll have to export it all and get it all bound up in paper, which can last hundreds of years. The Eyeball is our blog now: It's a movement from blindness to vision, see? Get it? We'll add a hidden "Private Eyeball" category and send out postings from that to the same Yahoo mailing list, so you thousands of faithful won't be discommoded in any way: you will get to hear about my laundry and my ephemeral enthusiasms and my general pissing and moaning, just as before.

Tonight, working on an overnight translation for Angie in São Paulo, about half done, jazzed up on nocturnal coffee and Art of Noise from the gigabytes I downloaded from AudioGalaxy before it's demise. The new Napster, we hear, is hosted offshore. Wow.

Indeed, I am thinking about going to live in Brazil for a few months, with a tax-deductible gift from the conservatorship and a growing roster of translation clients that I can serve just as well from there, and an unbelievably favorable exchange rate there: And the international long-distance rates down there are so cheap that I could even do phone business from there. 2br house on the Lagoa in Floripa for $100/mo! I actually have people coming to see about subletting this place on Saturday! Now where's my freaking passport?

As the Frugal Gourmet [pervert!] used to say: I bid you peace, until we meet again on another bat channel.