I sent this to a friend of mine in Aspen. (The girl that grows hay for her horses). We drive down from the Hills to work, have dinner and a drink. An hour in, there’s this huge CRASH. I thought someone turned over a table — it was visceral. So, after the crash, this girl gets up and does her soliloquy to this shocked, still seated and totally hosed old dude. (Old like the guy that owns the Clippers and his paramour). And at the top of her lungs. Then she throws something that appears to be glass but lands on our table and a few others. Turns out to be ice. The room goes stone cold silent. Not a word was said. I can’t remember what she said exactly, but it wasn’t flattering. Ten minutes later, you would never known that anything had happened.
Everything resumed. If you’d walked into the room then; you not only would have missed the drama but you really would never have known that it occurred. That temporal quality is fascinating to me. What you know/don’t know by being on one side of the bell curve. The concept of asymmetrical information is really a beautiful thing. No one has complete information but you’d (they’d?) never know it from appearances. The spell check spelled it ‘unformation.’ I like that. I’m gonna go nello right here and now.
Some things you just can’t improve on; not even from a programming perspective.