These bland-info-overloaded days, Blanc: The Center of Attention = the Eccentric You will not be visible, listened to, or read online unless you got something deeply offensive to say, quote, report, swear to god to, degrading of self and others, litigable, libellous, insulting, vulgar, prohibited by multiple laws, violative of fairness and decency, newsworthy, or a well-thought-out alternative to sheepledom, Joe Sixdom, PC, MC, Real Identity, the Tax Code, unequal distribution of wealth, straight sex, kinky sex, fat, diet, exercise, sloth, grammatical rigor, speaking in unknown tongues, numeracy, science, art, politics, religion, quantum computing, nanotech, borderlessness, Y2K, the talk shows, the amazing future of the Internet. The center is gone for good, cry a tear, then bravely affirm: good riddance to Ptolemaic centricity. Normalcy is now para. Listen to what your teeth are picking up from the spectrum transmitting to the inner ear bone: the spheres whistling Dixie in the dark. Tim's telling what the quarks are whispering. Tim's an oddball wizard, we're all bank-shot eccentrics, no home on earth, we the intergalactic outcasts gumming the dried teat once unemptiable: faith, self, clan, country, ideology, bye, bye (white male) American pie. There's one Rosebud refuge left: the US Senate/Bohemian Club.