Hey Vicky, yeah it seems they didn't go out of their way to make the article scientific in any way. It's a bit silly but pretty funny. I thought enternal sunshine was fantastic and that the time stuff, which has become a cliche, was saved by the sincerity and deep sadness of the rest of the movie. I like the other movies too, but think that this one makes the others instantly obsolete. Lot of the same subject matter, lot of the same thinking (solitary males, revision as a theme, catastrophic misjudgement). I'm curious to see whats next. He should be careful, change gears. He definatly flips my nickle tho.

and nate. I said I'd find you this poem by yehuda amachi, recently dead isreali poet.

The Diameter of the Bomb

by Yehuda Amichai. trans. Chana Bloch & Stephen Mitchell

The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters
and the diameter of its effective range about seven meters,
with four dead and eleven wounded.
And around these, in a larger circle
of pain and time, two hospitals are scattered
and one graveyard. But the young woman
who was buried in the city she came from,
at a distance of more than a hundred kilometers,
enlarges the circle considerably,
and the solitary man mourning her death
at the distant shores of a country far across the sea
includes the entire world in the circle.
And I won't even mention the howl of orphans
that reaches up to the throne of God and
beyond, making
a circle with no end and no God.