MYCROFT'S MUSE
RONDO ALLA SICILIANA
  MYCROFT
 
 
  The Dolphin is presently under construction. It's a little hard to coordinate meetings these days, Jockel being a big shot in a ministry in Hanover, and traX courting the local sex symbol... so we have to go someplace else. We start at the "Quattro Stagioni", which, as the name indicates, is not a German beer cellar. Germans love Italian food. Everybody does, including our chancelor, Herr Schroeder. So even our one-horse town has two Italian restaurants. Considering our little obsession, we don't choose "Da Angelo" -- which has the better cook -- but the "Quattro" - it has Domenica.
 
 
  Oh, Domenica, muse of the secondary school across the street, traditional subject of countless sticky odes composed during biology lessons, dispensing pizza and motherly advice alike, a Sicilian beauty, now, in her mid-thirties, rapidly aging... these days graybeards like us are her admirers. She's really impressive, junoesque, with a bust that won't fit into any bra-size-alphabet I've heard of. She solves that problem by not wearing bras at all, and the slow, balanced movement of those Vesuvios under her traditional black blouse has not changed, nor have those magnificent cones sagged at all. I would know, I've been observing those wonders of nature over the past ten years.
   
 
   
  Well, that's Domenica - chaste Domenica: no one but Alfredo - the poor cook of the establishment and her husband - has ever seen a single millimeter of her cleavage. What a waste, there must be at least a foot of it under those gowns. Alas, even clad she's an experience. And she knows precisely that we come to see her, not for Alfredo's salty saltimbocca alla romana. Which we order right now, Jockel absolutely in his element - did I mention Domenica's waist? Not that there is too much of it - the classical hourglass.
   
 
   
 

Jockel is not too content about working conditions at the Ministry of Silly Walks in Hanover -- apparently he has a male secretary(?) This world gets a little weirder every minute: the secretary can't type a word, but is said to be the local Doom II Champion... looks like Jockel was chainsawed about a dozen times last week. Now, that's what I call a promotion.

TraX & Hella are just back from vacation. What I hear sounds like a continuous sitcom, with either of them once a day at the reception desk of the hotel, canceling further stay...but it looks like the fight resulted in a new balance between them. We'll see. TraX has given up morphing, he's all into 3D-rendering. It seems that once he understood how to use all those parameter dials and morph targets he was lost for photo manipulation. "It's creation," he says, "not manipulation. You're God." He's been working hard on facial features and expressions for the past days. You should see his Tina Turner face...it's off-topic, of course. And with all the breast-morph targets by Nitrane and Xenos it looks like they get natural looking tits as well. The problem seems to be that fiddling around with that Poser 3 interface is so time-consuming. A sadist must have invented the dials... But the main virtue in today's world, he says, is that his virtual gals don't have lawyers. Upon which all of us agree...nobody likes to read about situations being worked out in complete silence.

On the other hand - it looks like the net is at a point where adolescence is being replaced by something else. Nobody knows what it will really look like in a few years, but the wild west days of [Ctrl]+[c] / [Ctrl]+[v] (copy & paste) are gone. We'll all have to get accustomed to a more responsible behavior. And we better develop that responsibility ourselves. If we let lawyers develop the rules instead, we'll find ourselves in lawyers' dreamland, and that's not a cozy place for anybody, not even for lawyers.

I'd really like to go on with all the delicate details - Domenica, I hear, is not from Sicily at all, and has an underage topless dancer's record, Hella had a close shave and now sports a crew cut - it makes her incredibly broad-shouldered, and we all have our troubles getting accustomed to it. That is, all except traX, who says that this is the only point upon which he agrees with Hella...

   
 
   
 

But the editors keep sending me mails with the word "deadline" in the reference bar, so, sorry, folks, all this will have to wait until the next issue.

I'll now send all this to St. Stephan c/o that Carpathian monastery of somewhat ill repute, and he'll add little corrections scribbled in something that I hope is dark red ink, and thus finish it all. That's the way saints are nowadays...Thanks for your patience with my cApiTaliZatIon errors, Sanctus...

 
 
  3D renderings: TRAX