A Strange Email Exchange
...today with one of my odd friends, who I thought had returned from a camping trip... but perhaps not? It started innocently enough, with my email:
Hey Gringo, you make it back alive?!
...and then it hit the twilight zone :-)
> hey, don't you remember i said we're just now hiking down the mountain
> today tuesday, and driving back tonight and that the weather wasn't
> unwelcoming and there weren't any problems with llama food
> availability and that we didn't have a problem where the trailer
> disconnected from the truck on I25 at 9pm sunday night, amazingly
> lucky without any real serious issues resulting in a 12:30am arrival 1
> day ahead of our friends who stayed at the trailhead to experience
> sleeping in their car the all-night storms/rain and snow half way down the mountain in the morning
> that would have been quite tricky to have hiked down in? so how comes
> you emailing before we get back anyway hey?
Didn't I tell you my already shaky grasp on consensual reality and spatio-temporal paradigms is precarious at best and now I'm hallucinating inconceivable scenarios where you actually have embraced global communication technologies and are corresponding via your blackberry with voice recognition and solar batteries?
> egads man, you keep posting to my account! don't you know how
> incredibly difficult and energy demanding psychically reading binary
> encrypted information and telepathically typing a reply on a keyboard
> can be when one is pleasantly descending along a sublime landscape of
> mountain freshness fading away from summer's broiling growth frenzy
> into fall's spirit lifting aural escape before winter deep slumber allows
> earth to rest from tampering human intentions? sheesh! aah but that
> fresh strong scent of sweetgrass interspersed with twinkling groves of
> aspen bragging on themselves to the remaining pine and fir conifers
> standing amidst the many dead from opportunistic beetle assisins
> working their mischief under the umbrella of rain parched global warming shift
> of the planet's temporal existence.... ouch! this here electronic
> distraction caused a too close encounter with one granite being of
> inappropriate height above foot trod earth, so lemme pay more
> attention to whats important lest i wander off trail and get lost!....
(Alright, you've obviously warped completely beyond my meager technological grasp of possibilities and have evidently jacked directly into the metaverse; so I'll transmit in parens so as not to endanger your delicate positioning with beetle assassins and granite monoliths, which we both know, are fates worse than death. I will leave you to your splendiferous adventure, it sounds like scintillating fun, and so loquaciously depicted that I am suddenly overcome with the compulsion to seek penance for my indentured status today at this chicklet keyboard of normality.)
Hey Gringo, you make it back alive?!
...and then it hit the twilight zone :-)
> hey, don't you remember i said we're just now hiking down the mountain
> today tuesday, and driving back tonight and that the weather wasn't
> unwelcoming and there weren't any problems with llama food
> availability and that we didn't have a problem where the trailer
> disconnected from the truck on I25 at 9pm sunday night, amazingly
> lucky without any real serious issues resulting in a 12:30am arrival 1
> day ahead of our friends who stayed at the trailhead to experience
> sleeping in their car the all-night storms/rain and snow half way down the mountain in the morning
> that would have been quite tricky to have hiked down in? so how comes
> you emailing before we get back anyway hey?
Didn't I tell you my already shaky grasp on consensual reality and spatio-temporal paradigms is precarious at best and now I'm hallucinating inconceivable scenarios where you actually have embraced global communication technologies and are corresponding via your blackberry with voice recognition and solar batteries?
> egads man, you keep posting to my account! don't you know how
> incredibly difficult and energy demanding psychically reading binary
> encrypted information and telepathically typing a reply on a keyboard
> can be when one is pleasantly descending along a sublime landscape of
> mountain freshness fading away from summer's broiling growth frenzy
> into fall's spirit lifting aural escape before winter deep slumber allows
> earth to rest from tampering human intentions? sheesh! aah but that
> fresh strong scent of sweetgrass interspersed with twinkling groves of
> aspen bragging on themselves to the remaining pine and fir conifers
> standing amidst the many dead from opportunistic beetle assisins
> working their mischief under the umbrella of rain parched global warming shift
> of the planet's temporal existence.... ouch! this here electronic
> distraction caused a too close encounter with one granite being of
> inappropriate height above foot trod earth, so lemme pay more
> attention to whats important lest i wander off trail and get lost!....
(Alright, you've obviously warped completely beyond my meager technological grasp of possibilities and have evidently jacked directly into the metaverse; so I'll transmit in parens so as not to endanger your delicate positioning with beetle assassins and granite monoliths, which we both know, are fates worse than death. I will leave you to your splendiferous adventure, it sounds like scintillating fun, and so loquaciously depicted that I am suddenly overcome with the compulsion to seek penance for my indentured status today at this chicklet keyboard of normality.)
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