Phone Call

Driving down the Solomon Hochoy Highway, I get a call from another life - asking me what I'm doing. 'Driving on the highway'. I'm asked if I'm going to a conference in Hungary related to information technology.

I process this. Hungary. A few months ago Hungary would not have seemed so distant, but with recent changes, it seems very distant. In fact, it seems pretty much impossible - I've already canceled my trip to Prato, Italy to present a paper on virtual worlds. The real world has emphatically shook me back into the fold. Here I am, in a tangible position of reality, being asked if I want to go to a conference in Hungary about something that I never understood the need for conferences for. Either you grok or not.

'No'.

As if I hadn't said 'no', the conversation goes into a reasoning as to why the caller wanted to know if I was going - and the answer was...

'But I'm not going.'

And I'm not. Maybe in the future I will place my foot into that life again, but for now my foot is grounded in the mud and a dream of something that I never had before.

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Wait! Wait! Wait!

You "had" to "go" to Prato to present a paper on "virtual worlds"? I mean: in person? Wow!
:-)

Yeah, well

Everyone wants me to do stuff, no one wants to pay. I call it the 'Taran Constant'.

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