these_people_don't_matter amy in red i think i'm the opposite. the longer i know a person, the less they seem to matter, unless there's a big opportunity keep with that interaction. and then, each and every new person i meet, while a stranger, could matter big time, i just don't know why, when, how, hey, maybe it's now and i just can't get around to describing it to myself. in retrospect, it's always now. despite how not-now it can seem, it's always now. no matter what insider information either party is handling. it's you, but it's not, and in either case, it doesn't matter that much, but i can tell that maybe there was a crucial one where either you or i really should have had a pow-wow. i think i'm not gonna show up not to my college 15 yr thing (who needs to show up every 5 yrs, that's kind of silly) not out of spite, but because a) it cost some time and flow-of-money in wrong direction, and b) i had to move on. it's not that you didn't matter to me. i had a schedule. you might have given me 15 minutes, I had to fly all the way out, spend a whole month's worth pay, get upset about how i can't ever seem to make friends who don't want to show me what's what, but at least i'd have a picture in my head of all the new architecture, supposedly. because i hear that that's the only reason. that letter from B. bored me, too. i did not go through everything to waltz back there after a decade and a half and watch a friend eat an In-n-Out Burger. that's actually kind of really a disgusting thought. these memories of In-n-Out Burger are pretty darn vague, (having been trumped sort of absolutely by Del Taco), but thanks for the invitation. if people want to get in contact with me they should because i can regale them with stories, but they better be prepared to listen to something that might actually sound like a foreign language. something something something, etc. etc. I can talk better now. I can tell you stories. 120219 what's it to you? who go blather from