tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20646240.post6550016063223906535..comments2023-03-30T07:59:35.962+02:00Comments on Small Wrinkles in Spacetime: Limp ClocksJohn Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11647833154827132967noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20646240.post-77392029655477172702010-08-27T08:05:57.490+02:002010-08-27T08:05:57.490+02:00I am laughing, out loud, by myself in my apartment...I am laughing, out loud, by myself in my apartment. What might a professional make of that?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20646240.post-60619520407356290572010-08-24T00:01:37.036+02:002010-08-24T00:01:37.036+02:00You might be surprised. The painterly quality of h...You might be surprised. The painterly quality of his work is absolutely masterful.<br />I cannot imagine what a professional individual might find naughty about a limp clock. The metaphor on the fluidity of time seems clear enough. I must find you one to look at.John Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11647833154827132967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20646240.post-78528433960180712072010-08-23T20:22:58.884+02:002010-08-23T20:22:58.884+02:00"Limp clocks?" You're very naughty. ..."Limp clocks?" You're very naughty. Salvador Dali is safe from me... though I certainly might be induced to see 'Barthelona.' And I think it's very sweet that his muse features so prominently. =)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com