|i’m evolutionarily evolved? (quoting the doctor; i didn’t buy it either.)
i don’t know. people keep coming to my door.
i put my place up on airbnb, and now everyone wants to be here.
locals and out of towners.
they are all pitching me on their values—they think they are worthy of my place, because they honor shared human space.
i want a place for those people.
come down, we need to pick out the SMRTer World (location).
i just pray and hope that my long-term asylum for the crazies is NOT next door to the “REAL World”. But so what if it is. Then MTV can help spread my virus too.
Here’s the virus. Make it impossible to hear. Clog up the brains of the people who are confused.
deliver only one path.
why would you wanna start a virus on the internet?
i’ll take a nap and then i’d love to talk.
you, like me, have more time than concern for the unconcerning.
i don’t need to change America’s culture. i’ll just leave.
but i might as well see what i can do. because, well, i can.
what’s the worst that happens?
I already don’t want to work on anything like i’ve worked on, in any of the conditions I have worked, previously.
Neither do any of the people like me.
I have the research to prove it. It’s everywhere. I, like you, can connect the dots. You just do it with money for fun.
Now I’m doing with humans for love.
Take care of my money. I trust you. I realize how damned hard it is to get some people to dream, and to stop thinking about money. I tried to explain it was a game, but I couldn’t help it. I just can’t help but wonder why the guy looks like the cavemen Barney Ruble. Is it possible his face says to me, don’t bother… I didn’t get to the same place you did?
I can tell you research wise. You need to come visit. But it’s hard the weekends are filling up and I *think* a new roommate is moving in at the end of the month. If he doesn’t, come, I need your brain.
Other people here can’t understand. I need to find outside help. I can’t lead all these people. They are too busy being distracted. I’ve waited four days for them to grasp that whatever they are doing now is one-to-one. They are still stuck in that whole shove your idea down everyone’s throat like it’s some kind of news.
I’m hoping my new pal will survive his initiation, then I’m bringing him to San Francisco. He needs to get away from Barney Ruble to be able to lead. And then he needs to realize he’s been fed things from packaged boxes, and I have scientist who can help him do what he cares about. Or he can just regurgitate what I already know, but using what ever resources he has.
I don’t want 5,000 friends. I’m trying to get rid of my friends. All they do is “Like” me.
Miss you! I’m having tons of fun, but exhausting. Who knew it was so hard to feed people dreams?
I want you to meet Loxie. She dreams in color. I want her to finish her research to the point that we can hand it off to students under her supervision. She’s meant to figure out how we evolve our online access to the global village into