Mario, can you please send me a Surface? I can’t remember the guy’s name, but the guy in Seattle on the corner in the mission has one. he lived behind me on the alley with the theatre. also, though it’s a larger ask—ask the uncle, if you don’t mind, or jack would get it—we need the minority report surface. we need to return the creative visions to the creatives, the world’s current culture can only stomach the microsoft creative vision in the form of cool games… and i’m not sure anyone else see’s the mass of human capital sitting a wasting at microsoft. i’d love to have eilon and scott and mark and brian and… a reunion. but first give me the designers tools, and any visionary designer who’s still left on staff. (or did we all give up when gates decided to save us instead of making more money? why didn’t he appoint a trustee to his most valuable asset? i can’t wait to know, but i can wait to ask.)
btw, i am trying to start a stock market crash on the internet.
i walked away from SF to find a quieter place to think, and i saw that my klout dropped.
well i rose to the top of the design scale on empire avenue.
since i don’t follow money stuff, i just apparently make good choices because it keeps making more play money locked away under the same steady smart choices—i mean what’s real and what’s play?
Would you bet on me?
You can play how ever you want. Nobody has to know. The reality is we’re in a war for resources. I am fighting for you minds, because I have your hearts, but not your action. You all love me, and people like me, and we keep leaving you. Because you keep hurting us.
So place your bets. Whether that’s to abstain from the silliness. Or to invest, or to… see this is a game of augmented reality of the furthest bounds i’ve started to conceive. Continue reading