"Through music, Ms. A," he wasn't missing a beat as his mind wondered into areas it hadn't been in awhile, he was now thinking how much he admired the century-old texts of James Joyce and that Joyce must have been an extraterrestrial ghost note whose innate ability to process experiential information helped create an era. And maybe that's why he stole his first Net column's name from that Joycian title in Finnegans Wake, Here Comes Everybody he called the column, and everybody did come, or enough of everybody to keep him afloat for almost twelve years, just enough time to start developing Nanoscript. Yep, Joyce had it right, why the rush?, there are plenty of codes to write, ONE EXACTLY, a work-in-progress, an endless short story, a Grammatron writing-machine translating your experience for you as you experienced it. He felt himself getting all caught up in his own vaporstream.