Listening to 'Penn's Sunday School' and he had George Takei on as a guest.
(That bit about George's family being swept up into FDR's concentration camps? Some powerful stuff. It Can Happen Here. Again.)
George and Penn were gassing along like friends. George has a new play. Penn can't make it to opening night but he really wants to see it the next night. George is delighted. I had a thought: how do guys like this keep in touch?
Okay yes, they have people. Email. Instant Messaging. Sure.
But how do they keep the noise down?
Email. Brad Famous has an email: brad.famous@gmail.com He gets thousands of emails to it a day: fans, well-wishers, spammers, the sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, d*ckheads.
And Brad has people he actually wants to email: his wife, his kids, his buddy Penn, because he can't remember the punch line to the bear joke.
Everyone who is famous or rich or in the public spot-light has the same problem: how do you talk to people to get things done?
This kind of thing - a technical and social problem all wrapped up in a meaty package - is super-fascinating to me. Dogs have squirrels, I have thoughts like these.
I can imagine a close-held white listing service: out-of-band updates to your network, crypto. They'd shred their trash as a matter of course. It's could be a guy and his wife in Montana or Wisconsin, someplace out of the way. Like that.
I might be over-complicating things, there.
(That bit about George's family being swept up into FDR's concentration camps? Some powerful stuff. It Can Happen Here. Again.)
George and Penn were gassing along like friends. George has a new play. Penn can't make it to opening night but he really wants to see it the next night. George is delighted. I had a thought: how do guys like this keep in touch?
Okay yes, they have people. Email. Instant Messaging. Sure.
But how do they keep the noise down?
Email. Brad Famous has an email: brad.famous@gmail.com He gets thousands of emails to it a day: fans, well-wishers, spammers, the sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, d*ckheads.
And Brad has people he actually wants to email: his wife, his kids, his buddy Penn, because he can't remember the punch line to the bear joke.
Everyone who is famous or rich or in the public spot-light has the same problem: how do you talk to people to get things done?
This kind of thing - a technical and social problem all wrapped up in a meaty package - is super-fascinating to me. Dogs have squirrels, I have thoughts like these.
I can imagine a close-held white listing service: out-of-band updates to your network, crypto. They'd shred their trash as a matter of course. It's could be a guy and his wife in Montana or Wisconsin, someplace out of the way. Like that.
I might be over-complicating things, there.
