My muse has got a new assignment, which means it’s time to disappear again, very quickly. I don’t know if we’ll have access to anything digital (I hope not), so hang tight and we’ll reappear in a few days if all goes well.
Today I had brunch with someone I suspect I might be related to.
When Nick and I talk about science, we get so worked up about it that people around us ask to be re-seated, “a little farther away from those two, please.”
There’s something keeping him awake at night, and it’s very similar to something that’s been keeping me up late too. Said out loud, our conclusions sound crazy. So for the sake of both our muses, we’d better get together and hash it out for a while.
Drawing on the napkin won’t do, because the subject is the relation of mass and distance to torsion energy.
As I get in my car, I hear a woman’s voice from about 30 feet in the air, in a grove of trees. Sure enough, there’s a young lady in a helmet and harness, doing something decidedly unsafe.
She really looks like she’s walking on something, but there’s no branch or platform under her. Just nothing. And she’s cute. Excellent.
Random assertion: Of course some of your scientific theories are wrong. So are everyone else’s. If they match your observations, keep them.
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