But can someone tell me definitively whether or not Bill Harris is a total crackpot?
I’m fixated on him.
I love the sound of his voice. I listen to his podcasts obsessively — like, every single night — and the thing I miss most about my late ex-laptop was the ripped copy of the Holosync Prologue where he rambles endlessly about glial cells and Prigogine’s dissipative structures theory. And he’s reading it completely from a script he wrote beforehand, and he’s not paying attention to what the words actually mean in context, so the emphasis is all off, and there are pauses where they shouldn’t be and no pauses where they’re warranted, like actors on a stage learning the blocking, scripts in hand. Something about listening to it was so comforting, like being wrapped in a blankie and rocked to sleep by your crazy, muttering grandfather.
But one minute I’ll be listening to him and thinking to myself, “This man is freaky brilliant and amazing,” and then five minutes later I’m like, “Oh, never mind, total crackpot scam artist.”
Anyone have opinions?
