It was 28 years ago that I wrote that. Tempus fugit.
(Thanks to Andrew, who did remember this).
It is (once again) illegal to be homeless in Hungary.
Source: New York Times 12 Feb 2018.
This is weird. I had a dream that I was Donald Trump’s speach writer last night. And I was writing his speaches on leaves of iceberg lettuce using a dark blue fountain pen. WTF?
More usefully, I woke up around 4am remembering that the name I had just given to someone as a bitcoin expert was in fact a sci-fi writer. Wrong surname. Got to love how the brain works.
Lovely article here about what I do (or attempt to do). Written by possibly the most interesting person I met this year (I don’t get out that much). She’s called Ephrat and she writes something called Quartz (QZ.com), which slightly reminds me of Aeon. Anyway, she was a fireball. The best 15-minute conversation of 2017.
Ephrat also sent me a fascinating article about trees. This resonated with me beacuse a 400-year old oak tree in my garden lost a limb in late September. The limb must have weighed 4-5 tonnes, but it somehow managed to land in precisely the one spot where it didn’t do any damage. It missed two cars, a garage, a wall, a greenhouse, a hedge etc. Most importanly it missed me (my office is right under it).It almost felt like the tree had decided where to place itself.
I wish I’d had more time to speak to Ephrat in San Jose. I briefly mentioned something to her that’s not a million miles off the trees using communication networks idea. Someone once came up to me after a talk and said “there’s a global gamechanger that I think you missed.” I was expecting the person to say Iran or something, but his response was far more interesting and profound. “What if we found a way to communicate with the animals…and what if they weren’t happy with us?”.
Everything just seems to circle back to Douglas Adams.
One of my seriously old books….