Genuinely Ubiquitous Computing Spreads Like Warm Vaseline.

I Think That I've Always Written About Things That Are Very Personal, But Initially, I Coded Everything. I Buried Everything Under Layers And Layers And Layers Of Code, But The Signifiers Of My Emotionality Were There For Me. I Knew Where The Magnets Were, Behind The Gyprock, And The Magnets Were Very Powerful. I Think They Had To Be Powerful For Me, Otherwise The Reader Wouldn't Have A Reciprocal Experience.

It's Impossible To Move, To Live, To Operate At Any Level Without Leaving Traces, Bits, Seemingly Meaningless Fragments Of Personal Information.

It Was Hot, The Night We Burned Chrome.

I've Gone To Big Stadium Rock Concerts At Some Artist's Invitation, And There's This Invariable, Fascinating And Rather Sad Situation Of Concentric Circles Of Availability. There Are Green Rooms Within Green Rooms Literally Within Green Rooms. There Are Seven Or Eight Degrees Of Exclusivity, And Within Each Circle Of Exclusivity, Everyone Is So Happy To Be There, And They Don't Know That The Next Level Exists.

[i've Gone To Big Stadium Rock Concerts At Some Artist's Invitation], And Eventually You Find Yourself In The Room With The Radiant Being Around Whom All This Is Revolving. It's Very Bizarre, And It's Quasi-religious, Or Possibly Genuinely Religious. Spooky. It's A Spooky And Interesting Thing.