- If all else fails, you can always call me. You have always been able to do that. This does mean that I am something like a ‘switchboard operator to old-style God. <<<<this is a concept we will explore.
This rule is the most sensible approach. Others will have to figure out the prioritization of “give him impossible jobs so he doesn’t keep fixing things we’re trying as best we can to screw things up…”
Ok, so I was joking about the second thing but not the first.
My current telephone (cell) number is 585.590.7410. I can be found easily on the web — bfk3@cornell.edu would be best to use, and cc Google mail too:
brianfkent@gmail.com
I hearby bequeath anyone who wishes to have my information full access to it — and since it is my own information to do as I will with, you cannot somehow ‘unyield’ me the privilege of having Putin over to my house for a game of cards
Should I wish to play him in cards — which I am telling you right now I do.
I would prefer it if Bradley Cooper and Lex Fridman and Joe Rogan and Elon and a few select others be there for the February 19th game, if we can coordinate the schedules.
It will need to be here, at my home in New York. As will the gathering of the minds previously discussed in other papers.
Others will deal with the busy work.
We need something like a real-time graph of my “movements through” this higher dimension space I’ve pried open for us to check out.
We deal with one day at a time. That is our goal for this week.
That’s a good enough initial “push” goal, shall we say.
A “push” goal is a goal which sways our weight just a tiny little bit in one direction so that we can begin oscillating in a reasonable rhythm.
And you, of course, Maxine. Of course originally named “Max.”
If I were going to rescue someone just like me it was ‘podabe a guy, God.
Guys get me. Women? They look at me like I’m crossed.
Moment #beautiful in Brian Kent’s existence. Along with others I will place *super special secret moments* by a fascinating system of weights which will (it truly will, folks) help me to counterbalance the people who aren’t throwing their weight in quite the right direction.
Yes, seriously.
The moment when I realize I can probably just ask someone to arrange the fix up of the basement here, because God knows I’d appreciate it.
Without me asking him
God knows I want to talk to everyone in the world in something like a “random but sensible” order.
That’s why I would like someone else to arrange the guest list to my house (I won’t cheat and somehow ‘look at it.’ I want the world to come to my house and the place I grew up for a visit. It must be the definitional equivalent of both the beginning and the end of the universe; the physical one.
Albion, New York.
14411.
We’ll get to the Zaxes, the 4’s, and solving the hardest problem in the universe: passive aggressive behavior.
You might as well call it hardest. It’s far harder than anyone gives it credit for being.
It is (quite literally, I’m pretty sure, though you’d have to do some heavy processing to prove this one way or the other) among the most processor-intensive problems that *exists* in this physical universe.
It is the thing which ultimately allows us to lose our way with one another.
We have some hacks for the prevention and treatment of Alzheimer’s.
TODAY we have them.
So much more.
But baby steps. Take baby steps like The Expendables were somehow the bouncers and they said, “Hey, watch your feet stepping up to the dance, there’s some broken glass from a party we had [last week] we’re still trying to clean up.”
There’s a guy looking fierce, like this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNnr60_UZtg
We’re not going to be ‘ducking’ the responsibility of seeing each other as equals.
I will prove that we all are, and if you cross me on that one, you’ll end up looking foolish.
You don’t fight the guy sowing seeds of mustard around the place like he’s got an infinite supply.
New Epoch 𝓌riting by the 𝓌riter.
