ATDTDA 27 748778 [757/758]

[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

          Ya Sam:
          Hi everyone!  
          My stint as a host for pp. 748-778 begins today, but 
          before starting I have to apologise for not being 
          thoroughly prepared. Looking at the few notes I have 
          scribbled so far I realise that most of these just double 
          what anyone can find  at PynchonWiki, and although I 
          tried to fish something extra, I have to admit that what 
          is going to follow is a pathetic googling+cut and paste 
          affair,  without much of an insight on my part. Those 
          will be annotations of sorts, with  some questions and 
          appeals to the audience. Sorry for being self-defeating 
          and  discouraging from the very start, but that's the way 
          things are at the moment.

           Are you right there, Michael, are you right? Do you
           think you can hold on by sitting tight? Well,	
           of course, it's awful angelous. Still I don't feel	
           it's so dangelous. Ay, I'm right here, Nickel,	
           and I'll write. Singing the top line why it	
           suits me mikey fine. But, yaghags hogwarts	
           and arrahquinonthiance, it's the muddest thick
           that was ever heard dump since Eggsmather
           got smothered in the plap of the pfan. 

And before it gets to any thicker, let me clean the plap from the pfan, 
no eggsmathers to Mickey Me seein' as I'm Veganin; now, guess it's 
tiome to light a candlebar or two. To Glenn, the ruckus he interso pro
voided Gimme Thanks, Gimme Shelter. Self defeeting we Google the
Goddess and trance travel to Sham-ball-ah, where Noted Uyghur 
troublemaker Al Mar-Fuad awaits, ancient Greening in hand, soon
to flower into one of the Compassionate one's anti-demon devices.
Only last week I discovered that Jai Durga:

http://tinyurl.com/2g5kmq

http://store.nehaflix.com/jaidushdvd.html

Is Kali's mother, and that Kali:

http://jblstatue.com/kali.html

is in fact destroying the Demons of stupidity and ignorance.

So I'm sure Ya Sam can find his own way into Shambahala, but I 
wanted to point out how our beloved author is placing this delightful
warrior deity at the very gates of the holy city, on pages 757/758.
This, of course, goes under the Cohens & Koans theme already
established elsewhere. There is knowledge of a variety of potential
religious/spiritual paths worthy of a Joseph Campbell or James
Joyce, yet humor [as always for Pynchon] is an essential aspect
of OBA's spiritual blend, perhaps misdirecting from secrets that
will always stay self-secret anyway, as the path to the holy city is in 
no way obvious.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2pMNNxS8r0