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  • Sunny spring morning, walking down Willie Street, thinking thoughts about intertwingularity.

    It's this idea that the world is not knowable (of course, we knew that) because knowledge is not facts, not data.

    It's meandering conversations in coffee shops. It's debates over whiskey in basement bars. Maybe it's languageless tangos too. Knowledge is the place where our knowings meet... where they chafe, challenge, match, merge, repel, refine.

    This week Weinberger told me that the base unit of the web is not the user or the URL, it's the link.

    And my heart leapt.

    Maybe the same is true of us? Maybe the base unit of human life is not the me or the you? Could it simply be those meandering conversations in coffee shops? Those debates over whiskey in basement bars? Those languageless tangos too?

    Maybe we are the place where our selves meet... where they chafe, challenge, match, merge, repel, refine.

    Musing sunny spring morning thoughts, walking down Willie Street.

    When a stranger sipping coffee with friends on his front stoop calls out, "I love you!"

    "Woah!" I say, "I love you too!"

    Intertwingularity indeed.

    [Image: Anthony Mattox]
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