Imaginary Lines

In case the cow has yet to moo it to you, I have changed this blog's name to Imaginary Lines. The new title succeeds in four different areas:

1. Pretention - Because "imaginary lines" are less physical than their predecessor "political pasta," they are inevitably more pretentious as well. It is a one-to-one relationship. (Unlike the one half-to-one relationship that is now the Kutcher family! Badump-ching!)

2. Legality - Apparently there is actually a product called political pasta. Now, I don't mind a good legal battle for the sake of Old Lady Justice, but I will not waste my life standing in court next to a lawyer representing a pasta company.*

3. Vonnegutia - I have now tied myself more closely to my literary hero, Kurt Vonnegut. The subtitle of this "webbery" (the new word for "blog") is a quote from Vonnegut's Mother Night, an excellent book which all can enjoy, learn from, and plant to grow more books. Whereas this connection has no real significance considering Mr. Vonnegut and I have never met, I can now imagine myself somehow connected to him. Eh? Eh?

4. Geometry - Lines are geometrical.


(*Editor's Note: In the year 2045, Harry actually did find himself fighting for his freedom in the Dakota State Supreme Court case Rigatoni v. Brammer. The case was dismissed when nine out of ten scientists agreed that pasta was not yet sentient enough to be considered a rape victim.