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In my writing, I lean on metaphors and analogies quite a lot, and I’m afraid I need to employ the same crutch here for the tiny handful of ingenious young men that are getting paid a fortune by Meta. I’ll just call this group The Incredibles.
Totally by accident, I stumbled upon a letter I wrote to a dear friend of mine a few years ago. I thought I did a pretty decent job with my sentiments, so I figured I might as well share it here since it doesn't reveal anything confidential and it was well-crafted enough to be worth sharing. It's also amusing to me, since some of the misgivings I expressed about myself flowed directly into Solid State.
To: Rob
From: Tim
Date: April 6, 2021
Re: Remembrances of Things Past
Greetings, my dear friend-from-the-before-time……….
(more…)I’ve had many dogs in my life, but I never realized how madly in love I am with Duke until I went on this trip. I can’t wait to see him again when I return in a couple of days, and I’ve been obsessively checking him on the webcam and staying in touch with the staff to make sure he’s happy. I was thus particularly touched when I stumbled upon this video last night, which is heartwarming.
I’m in North Carolina a few days this week, helping our youngest child get settled into her final year at school. My jaw dropped when I saw the mountains of stuff she had in her storage unit, and as I kept hoisting giant bag after giant bag out of the place, I was reminded of perhaps one of life’s most noble truths: moving sucks! Which is precisely why I bought a place way too big for myself when I was 26 and intend to die there!
So, here I am at Duke University, an absolutely lovely campus, getting my daughter all set for her senior year. A check for almost $50,000 just cleared for HALF the tuition this year. As I’m in the basement of the student center to help gather her packages, I witness this sign on the front of the Indigenous Student Alliance:
First, fuck you. And second, ya little prick, YOU are in an air-conditioned office that I am helping pay for to sit around and, I suppose, practice feeling victimized. Smoke on THIS peace pipe, pal.
