Steven Reed Johnson

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Thailand Sojourn

I think I look different since moving to Bangkok, and acting strange if you can believe that  I found myself walking through the lovely Lumphini Park, talking out loud and gesticulating.  I was on what they call the Floating Island trying to figure out if it was really floating.  When I passed two sweaty Euro-Americanos they hesitated, running in place, stared at me for a minute, then continued on.  It wasn’t like I was saying anything insane or threatening.  I was trying to think about the new economy of ideas:  a dime a dozen.  A kind of Ebay of ideas.  You post an idea, a metaphor, teaser of a story and if you want more you click on the paypal button.  If you posted 100 such things a year and 100 people were curious enough to pay $1.00 you make $10,000 a year. With, what 3 billion Internet users, that’s possible isn’t it?  Then if  they want the whole Chihuahua you enter a more lucrative contract stage.  I think I did say louder than I should have: Its the Long Tail.  Maybe that sounded like good afternoon in Thai, Sat wa de.

But, not as bad as my really bad days after a night of drinking in Forest Park.  But I was so much younger than you know.

Or my Fantasy nightmare that I wasn’t naked giving a talk in public, but a chicken.

I do like this idea.  Academics are forced to stand in front of audiences of random specialist professional associations and forced to present someone else’s Powerpoint Presentation in their style.  I can imagine many clashing incongruous ones in my academic world but just imagine your own.

Chapter #14

Those were the days my friend

We thought they'd never end

We'd sing and dance forever and a day

We'd live the life we choose

We'd fight and never lose

For we were young and sure to have our way.

Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

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