Who's your mastery?
What's your last, best damage? Or chainsaw? Or spoon?
How are you doing over there with your evolving sense of self?
And then I'm me. And so on.
I have all these great pictures to stitch together into fantastic panoramas and domestic oddities but it keeps crashing when I go to save them.
I should update the OS on this thing, I'm just afraid of whatever time-consuming hiccup I'll hit.
It's all about time and then I'm me again -- but not all over.
I need to be doing this more often.
I have a backlog.
I need to tell you about the songs Sweatpants once covered.
I need to tell you about iPhone voice control and how tools train us even while we train them and how learning's always a two-way street.
I need to tell you about how male spiders are just the way female spiders talk to one another over generations.
I need to tell you about clothes I'm getting rid of, places I'm going and want to go, this sabbatical I want to plan, my birthday, what my daughter is up to, more San Francisco and some New York.
Being overwhelmed by so many things; sunlight; lunar eclipses; the God particle; the super-organism that once comprised all the life on Earth and how I think it's still that way, really; the speed of light problem.
What do you need?
Why don't you come over.
We'll have a drink.
I want to show you all these books I'm gonna read.
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