Hello from room 641 in some nameless hotel in time square. I'm here for a meeting tomorrow. The room number, 641, is come up repeatedly in my life. It was my dad's first office address in Houston… And it was my Boy Scout troop. Now it is my hotel room. What does it mean? Does it mean anything? How can it not mean anything?

The questions on my mind after having dinner with my friend Sebastian, a number theorist. We had a great conversation and a pretty good Thai meal. Then we walked through the rain down through Times Square. I'm not a big fan of Time Square, but I do love the rain. I got so drenched that a random guy looked at me and said dude you look like Frankenstein. G-d I love New York.

More tomorrow from the road
Night all, night sam

– me

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