Letters To An
Overseas Friend.

By chance, I just heard Radiohead’s True Love Waits from an album of live recordings. The album has a black cover. I don’t know when I last heard a Radiohead song. I forgot that song existed. The existence of that album had completely disintegrated from my memory. I think I had that album. These realizations while listening to the song saddened me a bit.

Take the usual suspects at Joe’s, The Professor for example, and a fantastical observation emerges: none of them age. Yup, I know that’s absurd. Even if it does appear that way, it is probably for the same reason as not noticing yourself age. Even so, I’ll say it’s magic and not one of them has aged. I think that place would be an apt setting for a pretty wack fairy tale.

While in the black hole of technical learning, the little thoughts, although ever present and probably not diminished in quantity, receive less completion than at times when the wandering mind is indulged. Here are a few:

Ownership of food from a restaurant. If I buy a sandwich, am I the legal owner of that sandwich and can choose to do with it as I please? Or is it more like an end-user licence agreement with the sandwich shop? If I post a video of the sandwich on Youtube, can it get pulled down? As provocative as that question is, I ask that question in earnest. Sounds legally possible, although not plausible.

A sentient and desirous 3D-printer that desires to print sentient 3D-printers that desire to print sentient and desirous 3D-printers.

Picturing things unavailable to my imagination. Like the ocean swelling up enough to engulf people off the roof of a five story building. How could this be? But it clearly is.