Posthuman Blues

I leave for the West Coast tomorrow afternoon, so I have some welcome time on my hands. What better way to spend it than blogging from the comfort of a coffeeshop with Fiona Apple playing on satellite radio?

I spent yesterday making the scene (insofar as Kansas City has a "scene") with film-maker Paul Kimball, who filmed me prattling on about cryptoterrestrials from the comfort of a park bench. If the footage makes the final cut -- and, frankly, I could have been a lot less comprehensible -- it will wind up in a forthcoming documentary exploring some of the most compelling UFO cases on record.

It's always fun to meet Net-based friends in "meatspace," and Paul (duly accompanied by extraterrestrial sidekick Zorgrot) was no exception. I don't think I've ever met anyone so equally well-versed in history and comic-book esoterica. I actually started jonesing for a "Batman" fix.

Photos forthcoming.