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Dream

5:32am JST Sunday 30 November 2008 (day 14130)

Testing and debugging Travis' software, which could display information about people's personalities.

I happened to sit by a woman who I had met, but who didn't remember I worked at 77hz. She called someone and started talking about sbstrm, wanting to create an equivalent system, completely stealing our idea. She goes, "sbstrm has 15, 9, 0, and 9 bits of data, so how much would it take to do that?" and the guy with whom she was speaking was defending the sbstrm system, saying, "well (not only do your "specs" mean nothing) there's a lot of information that we cannot get about sbstrm, like all their clients and information about them in a massive database."

The woman still thought she could build a better system, and kept trying to find ways to do it.

Jesse and I were on a tree stump, enjoying an earthquake as I was hanging from a gymnastics ring hanging from the trees above us. I pulled the ring all the way to the ground to connect it with the earthquake and see if I could detect the earthquake before it happened. I noted some fiber optic cables in the ground that were designed to do the same thing, as I was periodically interrupted by Jesse exclaiming alternate joy and anger when unveiling his new toy, some sort of vehicle or tent with a little (little!) scooter attached to the back. He got the scooter out, "woohoo!" and knocked over some tools, "God dammit!" and I was like, "Jesse! You shouldn't say that, as a self-professed Christian," and he agreed, but said he had trouble at times.

We were looking for a way to attach his tool kit to the tent so it wouldn't fall, and I could see he needed to use a screw, but which screw would attach well to one layer of cardboard? I looked at pictures of the various screws he had, most of which looked like screws wrapped around other screws, twisted like pipe cleaners, and I told him those would just rip a huge hole in the cardboard, so he should use these instead, and went on to explain that the screws wrapped around screws were good for screwing into wood, as it would regrow around them and lock into place. I wasn't sure if my logic was correct in this case, thinking to myself, 'but isn't wood 'dead'?' but answering, 'not as dead as cardboard!' and certainly agreeing with myself.

A shinkansen went by and we were like, "yeah!" but it was only two cars, so not as impressive as it could have been. A woman from his church came up to me all smoochy like, "hi Rob!" and kissing me on the cheeks a bit too closely for comfort, and I just said HI, but didn't really respond back because I couldn't tell if she was like that with everyone or if I should remember her from somewhere. I went into the caravan where Jesse was standing with his friends and I go, "hmmm mmm???" meaning 'who's she?' but not wanting anyone else to understand. Jesse goes, "oh, that's Cortrina," as if that explained everything without giving anything away to others who might know who she is.

I realized I had left my keys at the camp, and was talking again to the woman who was trying to steal sbstrm, but this time on the phone. She and I had been quiet for a bit, so when I arrived back at the YRUU camp, my brain was like, "I'm home!" and hung up the phone, but then immediately called her back cause I was like, "oh yeah, we had been 'talking'" and the guy who answered was like, "good thing you called back, because her computer just died, and that's the only place she has your phone number.." "oh yeah, good thing, then," I agreed. I sat down outside at a picnic table with my YRUU mates and then Samuel L Jackson drove up in his car, looked over at me, then turned off the car and put my keys down in front of me, started the car again with different keys and drove away.

My keys!

Hiking

6:34am JST Sunday 30 November 2008 (day 14130)

Happy to meet Ami on the train at 6:28am in Kosugi.

8:26am JST Sunday 30 November 2008 (day 14130)

On the bus now, in Shin Matsuda station. Travis and I included Cynthia in our conversation at first, but then we shifted to nerdy programmer talk and battle of emacs vs vi, and why he hates using PHP (poorly written array implementation, for a start), and how he's writing a new framework that can deliver pages in under a milisecond. Travis is purdy dern smert.

Ah; I forgot to tell him my bro is coming into town.

Ami slept for most of the way. She used my left shouldr as a pillow. On my right, Cynthia and I had a bit of a kneeshoving fight while Travis and I chatted; that was my communication with her.

Now Ami and I are chillin' on the bus, with tons of people a with hiking gear (I want to say utensils to honor kT, but with hiking equipment, the effect is not as great as her term "sleeping utensils.") in the aisle, effectively cutting us off from Travis and Cynthia in one seat, and behind them (and beside us) are Tomoko and Ayumi, who I j we just met before getting on the bus (they had planned to join the hike, but) (oso did like 10 other people, or maybe 8, 4 of whom cancelled before the fact, and 4 of whom were still sleeping at 7am when we were in Noborito.)

The weather is perfect. No clouds. Brightly colored trees, Mt Fuji majestically covered in snow.

4:44pm JST

Good times. Couldn't get all the way in, but took a vid and slept in the sun afterward.

Then my camera died again. It's not just the battery.