I’m in a hotel room somewhere in westchester county. My buddy Steve and I drove down this afternoon for a meeting in Yorktown tomorrow. It was great talking to Steve.. a great guy, very thoughtful, good talker, good listener.. We got here about 9-ish in time to meet some of the folks from UVM we’ll be meeting with tomorrow.. We spent another hour talking with them.. then Steve and I went out and grabbed a late dinner… more talking  The conversations have  been great all day.. ..The thing is, though.. I keep hearing myself telling the same stories.. I’m not telling them to the same folks..  but when I come across someone new.. and they want to hear about The Colony.. or any other facet of my life.. my family, , sam, work, burning man, It sometimes feels like I’m pulling out a tape and hitting play. Maybe that’s unavoidable when you have things you want to relate..   but I hate feeling like I’m repeating something.. or worse.. boring folks. I simply don’t know how to stop talking sometimes, Why do we tell the stories we tell ? Why do we feel compelled to tell them as often as we do..  ? (as I do ? ?
    As if to make that point.. here’s an interview I did last night for the Linux Tech Show podcast..   Same stories..  different audience. ,  

Guess it’s time to make some new ones.

Yikes .. It’s nearly 1:30.. I better shut up now.. Gnite everybody.. nite Sam !
-me