Sitting in a coffee shop. Minimalistic, very zen. A stainless steel fountain consisting of a rectangular pedestal, pinched in the middle making a 3 dimensional X, topped with a sphere out of whose top slowly flows water. The faintest of sound. Thoughtful music by some Icelander band plays mournfully cheerful music.
I sip my coffee from the ceramic mug, fearless of possible lead contamination, more concerned with the taste of a paper cup ruining the flavor of the coffee.
Watching the Bottlebrush Tree out front waving in the breeze, I am in the zone. Content.
I am against the back wall in a low late 50's style vinyl and steel chair, the fountain to my right in the corner. In front of me sit two young men at a 4 top, babbling on about vectors and virtual reality. They wear T-shirts with a gaming company logo, jeans with wallet chains and leather shoes. Nice shoes. These guys are doing alright for themselves. Technicians discussing their triumph over a seemingly insoluble problem now nicely done. The pleasure of technical expertise. Only sex is better, good loving sex, or a really good dump, really good, the result of a balance of fiber and oils, no toilet paper necessary. Life can be exquisite.
Technicians, like Wernher Von Braun who mastered the first rocket missile for Hitler or his associate and enabler, Albert Speer, who keep the Nazi war industry purring despite devastating bombing raids. Insoluble problems solved.
Robert Oppenheimer, another technician, assembled a boat load of technicians like Bohr, Szilard, Fermi, and Teller to name a few. Together they solved the problem of creating one of those now famous WMDs, the atomic bomb.
Baby Boomers grew up learning how they would be vaporized if they didn't go to the basement and, sitting with backs against the wall, put their heads between their legs. Psychoanalysis thrived.
About Me
- Philo
- Mostly, I guess, really, I mean usually, the majority of the time, within reason and without cause, I am very direct. I neither palaver nor prevaricate although, mostly, with some variations, I do augment the truth sometimes without getting to any serious point whatsoever. Sometimes not. I like words. English words usually since it is both my mother and father tongue. I like Spanish words with multiple r's and the lost letters in French as well as the jarring nature of German and the flow of vowel rich Russian.
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