Lunch and the 15th Dimension

(I'm not sure where this came from.)

“Keep your eyes on the road and your hands upon the wheel.”

Or is it “up on” the wheel?

Or is it irrelevant?

Whatever. Let it roll, baby, roll.

The Doors are jamming, the coffee is warm, and it’s a beautiful Wednesday on the mountain.

I’m working on a big secret project, and in the spirit of the Internet, I assume you care about it.

Ooo, what’s he up to?

It’s a great dichotomy of our time where every word matters, and yet it doesn’t (until it does).

But wait–is that a trichotomy? (Not to be confused by a tracheotomy, which I spelled right the first time, and is arguably more pleasant.)

There was that book on quantum mechanics that I read once. It tried to reconcile the problems with Einstein’s theories and the quantum world, and I half remember, and it was probably wrong, but it leads to an interesting idea of…

Many dimensions.

(You see, quantum mechanics aces the small and light of electrons, etc, and Einstein picks up where Newton left off for the big and heavy of stars and planets. But what happens when you get small and heavy, like black holes or the singularity immediately preceding the Big Bang?)

Maybe more dimensions would solve it. I’m not exactly sure how, but anytime I try to clean my desk and my table and my counter, it starts to get into focus more.

Maybe we’ll put this…somewhere else.

What if one of those dimensions contained the reality where people on the internet cared about the secret projects of content creators?

I’d suspect it would be crowded with paired socks, guitar picks, and special offers that came true. It would be ruled by a Nigerian king who hadn’t been murdered yet, and who’s wife didn’t need my bank account number to help dodge the evil relatives.

(I heard from Aisha Gaddafi yesterday in my spam folder. She’s the only surviving daughter of the late Colonel Muammar Gaddafi. But I’m lazy, and twenty seven million dollars sounds like serious inter-dimensional hassle. Imagine the Relativistic taxes on that. Although it would be worth it to hear Kamala Harris try to explain the fifteenth dimension revenue and laws at the necessary press conference.)

(Although it might actually make sense. Science is weird like that.)

And, in this fantastical realm, there would be a crowd of people, waiting, staying tuned for that Big Announcement.

Bet it would be published in the Daily Mail, 15th dimension edition. “Shallow as ever!”

Lunch

Another topic that us bloggers think you’d care about: lunch.

In this case, you will.

I had the best lunch yesterday.

Years ago, a kid signed up for guitar lessons on Skype. He got good quick. He always impressed me, not just with his musical skills, but his articulate thoughts, too. We never jammed in person, relying on video conferencing instead, and eventually, like all of us, his life got extra busy. It’s been seven years since we’ve talked. I wrote him a few weeks ago.

“Hey man, a voice from your past. Did you see that meme the other day? Totally you, bro!” (Sometimes things just speak.)

Come to find out he’s in his 4th year up at UVA, so we got lunch. With all the rot on the news, it’s extra good to see a young man thriving. What a joy.

After catching up with all that he’s been up to, and marveling at his bright future, I went back and accidentally ticked off the grumpy parking attendant. This guy made me jump through hoops, and pull around before paying him first, checking his phone in the interim, and then replying with a sneer his day was fine, and making the forty seconds of interaction as miserable as possible.

It struck me three hours later that maybe I should have tipped him.

Or, maybe that he expected me to.

Ooops.

I’ve got much to consider.

Well, back to the secret project so I can tell you about it someday soon.

Stay tuned….

What’s in this coffee?

• Josh

There’s always something just around the corner…