Yes, live. With all of the cliches that come with that word. You know how television stars and such used to speak of live television: they’d speak of the glitches, the flubs, that would occur in front of a live audience, with no space for editing. This has editing. If only I could erase from memory the frozen moments when the computer froze, the internet blinked, and my talk about the frailties of technology as depicted in the greatest cinematic feature of that theme was aptly, if cruelly exposed. What you’ll see in the long-awaited link (well, august of last year) is my resilience, I guess; my improvisational wheels turning…my what the hell else can I do attitude. No denial possible, but denial happens. The thing that happened: it happened. You just keep going, or in my case, talking, and now writing. What you’ll mostly hear and slightly see from my audience is a supportive, indulgent, interested if slightly nursery-home like response at times. Anyway, the talk’s the thing, I’m told: the human touch at the heart of an endeavor. Incidentally, there’s a film running on Netflix called Don’t Look Up. It’s the Dr. Strangelove of our time, basically: a film that will make you laugh and then gulp. Get depressed, or disturbed. Listen to my talk, regardless.