NoMoPo (cont'd)

59. Interior. Classroom. PYLE and MAN IN HUSQVARNA HAT.

Those are some pamphlets I wrote trying to get ready for my presentation.

I knew what I wanted to say, but I wanted to come at it afresh. Not repeat myself.

Instead, I wrote the same thing five times.

No, six times.

Thank you.

I had a professor who taught at SUNY-Buffalo.

An anthropologist.

He used to go across the river to hear Marshall McLuhan speak. McLuhan was at Toronto

McLuhan put out a little magazine with an anthropologist named Ted Carpenter called Explorations in Communication.

It was an interesting journal. Eclectic. Interdisciplinary. Open-ended.

McLuhan lectured from a deck of index cards. Each card had a quote on it, or a book title. An idea. An aide-memoire.

They were arranged in an order, and it flowed, from one idea to the next.

The way McLuhan's mind worked was a wonder.

Nods. He knows who Marshall McLuhan is.

One day McLuhan dropped the deck of cards. They got all jumbled up. Out of order.

He picked them up and lectured from them.

His ideas flowed. If anything, the forced rearrangement of ideas was heuristic, to McLuhan. Serendipitous.

Nods.

60. Interior. Doorway. PAM LISTER walks past. Looks in. Looks back straight ahead and keeps walking.