Exodus

The next day’s ride back got a slow start but once we were on the road, we had good conversations. 

I found it odd to be in a vehicle with people cas­u­ally talk­ing about ”Barlow” (John Perry) and his two naked 19-year-old nubile young things in his RV at Burn­ing Man and about John Gilmore and Ray Kur­z­weil (Cath­er­ine was a research ana­lyst for him), who they know as friends and not icons of the diger­ati in the way I have.

I find myself feel­ing a little strange again, a little fish in such a big pond. Do I have to think of this as schmooz­ing, as net­work­ing, as making friends? Do I want to be in this Sil­icon Valley net­work of hugely intel­li­gent people or do I want to work in other ways, cre­at­ing altern­at­ive futures in sus­tain­able ways? Are the two things mutu­ally exclus­ive? Later, I think. Later I will untangle these threads. For now, it is enough that I am head­ing back to my love and we have a thou­sand things to do before we can make it home.