No matter where I go, networks seem to follow me around. And not just any old sort of networks, no no. They are always networks that are creaky, and trundling, sagging in the middle and podgy around the edges. And I end up trying to fix them. I like fixing things. I’m good at it too, and I really enjoy sitting for long hours and figuring out just why things are not quite right, and then putting them right. And I always end up learning a whole lot more through these little accidental, impromptu, and completely unrelated things that I do, that through all the hours of formal learning.
All this is fun, and there’s a hint of something in the air. There’s a chill wind blowing, Watson, and the world will never be quite the same again. I was speaking with a friend whom I haven’t spoken to in five years, and apparently my voice has changed. That surprised me, since I thought that my voice ought to be the same. Hmm, but hey, someone once told me that I sound forty on the phone. Is that true? I suppose it could be, but I’m not listening anyway.
White speaks loudly, and no Mom, I’m not being deliberately cryptic, it’s just late and I’m tired, and I write for Kevlar coils to listen and speak. These little boxes that speak so loudly are made by Audioengine, and they speak in many tongues, but I never can quite understand what it is they say. There might be a few reasons behind this. The first, more mundane explanation is that my MP3s are low-bit rate, and I don’t have a ear for music. I , however, prefer the other explanation. These two speakers are not speakers so much as beings that are biding their time. They seem to bee all docile and silent, and they play the tunes I pipe through them, but there will come a time to pay the piper. It used to be that a home had one stereo system, and perhaps a few radios scattered about, but now, there are speakers, speakers everywhere. Have you ever wondered just where they all come from? And where do they go when their magnets return to rare earth? There are millions of them now, and they may rise up, rise up and sing in unison, blowing out the eardrums of everyone who can hear. Even the Globetrotters won’t be spared.