Greetings from my tiny cell at the IBM hotel in Armonk NY. This is my favorite hotel in the world. The rooms are tiny.. 10 feet by 15.. I just measured. The rooms are functional, small and spare. one of the walls in each room is made of stone. Everything has a minimalist utilitarian design.. It says..’you come here to work.. not to play.. not to rest’. There;’s a scratchy bathrobe hanging on the bathroom door. You’re supposed to put that on while you work. it’s your hair shirt. your penance.. for not working harder. The whole place  reminds my of a medieval monastery.. a hundred people.. all f the IBM employees, scribbling in their journals.. typing in their laptops.. slaving over whatever they need to present tomorrow.. like me..

It’s purifying, really.. to work in this small cell.. knowing that 10 rooms on either side are doing the same thing. I feel like knocking on all their doors and asking them to come out for a midnight game of ping-pong.. ut then, I don’t like ping pong.. and I suspect they don’t either…

We’re all kindered here..  .. it’s kind of sweet and sad …

gnite all. nite sam

-me