all jacked in and wired up becoming one with the machine total immersion wave a hand in front of his face. gonna go check up on every lead and make sure the connections are tight, diagnostics and work-arounds and troubleshooting. bandwidth and throughput and traffic, ins and outs, sends and receives, the electric nervous system, the transmission of feeling thru sound impulses, the re-encoded frequencies on display.
a hive of activity, as they say. all these technicians turning through the building, talk of their time on the island, the rhythms of travel and when this one or that one are returning. discussion of the craft, shop-talk. napping in the corner to the pulsating beat.
the stand-up comedian with a routine about parenting advice, how you don’t want it unsolicited, especially from someone without children. I just say I read some report about a study about this or that, maybe you might want to check it out, that kind of thing. trying to be overly gracious. thump thump thump thump
not going to overly expose anyone or thing, and keep my best stories to myself and only share them in the company of the common ally.
some kind of potpourri in his hat, no magic rabbit. just more liquid nutrition and that chill coastal breeze. south enough to miss any serious waves from the earthquake in Japan. following streams of information pouring in overnight, watching the reactor burn online wondering what the cable networks were saying. they were probably talking about twitter or Charlie Sheen.
Interesting times of old curse of yore. post-millennial tension like we overstayed our welcome. there ain’t going to be no positive post-singularity world without some trauma along the way. but why not hope for utopia? it’s just that it’s always grossly different than you ever could have imagined - and the outcome of neo-Luddite hippies and religious fundamentalist terrorists in a world with machine to brain interfaces and designer drugs and cheap molecular sequencers in the garage isn’t necessarily benign or pretty but how else are we going to have a talk about the ethics of technology? the moral trajectory of our engineered destiny? man at the helm of his own fate, the ultimate responsibility. and we still don’t seem mature enough. oh well. we’ll see what this rising generation can muster with it’s networked hive mind and global eye scouring the planet’s awareness. a flash mob be-in general strike at the profiteering of the old world mentality. the new morality of a worldwide culture awakening…
trading pirate data, running installations, hooking each other up. a modicum of technological knowledge in a minimum of required fields. expanding the breadth of understanding, getting a sense of the undercurrents despite a lack of deep analysis. curating opinions and perspectives, positions and views, the inquisitor, examining the common arguments with the man on the street.
push the stroller, wash the pots, sweep the rug, fold the clothing. if you put soap in this iron skillet his mother will kill you, remember? clean out the workspace. trim facial hair, groom nails. make todo lists and manage time effectively.
or just take another nap. nap and stretch. mmm
