Whether and when I hear from Baudrillard's ghost, I'll let you know.

As he was rattling his last, Marine by his side or smoking cigarettes and watching televison, I happened to be up late unpacking my last boxes and adding odd titles to LibraryThing. I had a premonition he'd disappeared. This was after I had my had toe up. I dispelled the thought, naturally, as I think about French philosophers dying all the time.

I think he's looking over my shoulder typing this....