WIERD? For the past few weeks, healing from surgery, I’ve been haunting coffee s

WIERD?

For the past few weeks, healing from surgery, I’ve been haunting coffee shops in Bellevue, often until late at night, because I like the to work in the white noise of happy upper middle class banter near restaurants that serve decent food. And after writing at home in isolation for six months, it’s like coming out of hibernation.

Besides having wireless access, I’ve run in to a whole buch of people, and awkwardly caught up a bit. And I like that.

But I feel like a vagrant crashing a party and I’m perpetually overdressed for the occasion. 🙂

Unfortunately I’m not a prole who can idle about with coffee, cigarettes and absinthe as if it’s Paris in the twenties, feeling like I’m upwardly mobile. It’s too uncomfortable to be ungrounded. So I’m going to have to solve this problem somehow and actually get a space to work in. Either that or take up Peter Kowalczyk’s idea of bumming around Australia. 🙂

Despite my fantasy about retiring to write, it’s a fantasy. I’m too socially inclined to pour over a desk all day. And the hunt of the sales process is just too enjoyable to do without.

Anyway, I’ve got to go get a latte, and figure out why the debugger wont link through the firewall, while I background process how I’m going to solve this particularly difficult problem of how to talk about human calculation (in the wider heuristic sense) because I’m having difficulty getting it across, and I need to kick off the seminar on political philosophy this fall. 🙂