Although due to irrepressible fatigue and inexpressible preoccupations I haven't had an active 'presence' on Xanga for the last couple of days, the blood pressure machine at the supermarket last night informed me that I'm still alive: 127 over 78 / 59 .   It then printed out a fortune: "Welcome 2 Machine."  Hey, it's the supie-thing. Going back tonight to browse (shop?) for more of life's secret meanings.