An impromptu ramble about how a politcal night spurred technological reverie.
An impromptu Vegas reflection on the way home.
EDIT 28/08/2012: First attempt at posting truncated the audio file. It has now been fixed!
From Romulus, Michigan, a couple of lightyears from the Neutral Zone, bridging reality and Sin City, it's less than four hours until liftoff.
I don't know quite why the apparent suicide of director Tony Scott inspired such a long reflection, but here it is in all of its extemporaneous rambling.
Maybe a bit more work-related than usual... and while I'm not supposed to be working no less. One of the harder episodes I've ever done because of my own hangup.
