e is away....: Help Us OB-Wan Kenobi

Ok here I am...
My apologies for all the lost blogs. (I think I have to get a new password; stay tuned) But there were technical difficulties, and then there were mental difficulties; so I couldn't give the Lech update. But I have photos and will post.

Thomas and I went on a pilgrimage to Massachusetts Institute of Technology- a place neither of us had ever visited. It was not with F- this was more for T. (It looms so large in the minds of left brainers, that I thought he needed a day on his own.) Anyway below is the one I wrote on the plane last night. God what a journey...seven hours in the air from Boston due to winds. (so please excuse the potty mouth). Thank God for Jet Blue Mint; also thank God for the BeeGees song "one"- the best -fly through turbulence in the dark night as you leave your child behind-song I have ever heard.
When all else fails- it helps to remember we are all, in fact, one.

So Frederick is back at the grindstone, and we are back on a laughably long flight to CA. Today was nice though -I took the Man Who Loves Me as No Other to see MIT-the ne plus ultra for his tribe. T was so very happy; but there was also whiff of regret. The Swiss Federal Institute of Technology is absolutely in the same league as MIT, but without the American braggadocio-it's just much duller. MIT is number one in engineering. Number one is physics. Number one in everything but football.

It's just the tits, let's face it.

We walked down something called the "infinite corridor" It's simply a long hallway connecting two parts of the campus. But it has, according to my Google search, its own etiquette. ( I am not making this up).

"The rules of the road for the Infinite Corridor include: stay to the right, limit group size, pass on the left, form a line at bottlenecks, don't stop/slow down, no tailgating, traffic within corridor has right of way, no physical contact and no eye contact."

(Doesn't that just make you want to run on the wrong side of the corridor doling out rogue hugs to these people???!! oh let me AT them!!!!)

But lest you accuse them of being unromantic: "Twice per year, in mid-November and in late January, the corridor lines up with the plane of the ecliptic, causing sunlight to fill the entire corridor-events that are celebrated by students and staff."

In other words, they built the hallway so that it lines up with the ecliptic course of the sun, and sunlight fills the hallway twice per year. God knows what they do to celebrate.

Make eye contact probably....

I have walked around many campuses, but I have never been besieged like this. Plastered everywhere, much like in your child's kindergarten classroom, is the work they are doing. But your head swings back and forth trying to find a word you understand. It seems that here at MIT, they speak only a dialect of English. I'm pretty sure lentils were being served for lunch; but then they lost me.

(See below for a quick sampling).

We walked past a tiny door like in Alice in Wonderland, and I swear Thomas recoiled as if he saw a snake. "What's that door?" I asked.
"Material Sciences" he whispered -The study of the properties of materials used to build things. It answers the question what you should use to make your tea kettle or your bridge. It is a difficult; very precise subject and they always have the meanest professors. Thomas thinks the professors are mean and humorless because if you use the wrong materials, the bridge falls down and the kettle explodes. They must be painfully exact.....unlike those hippies in explosives sciences.

Another thing you notice is how few good looking people walk past. And perhaps this is because there are so few who give the tiniest shit.

Oh? I'm sorry- do I look fat in these pants? Let me write a program to tell you how I feel about your feelings.

Now If you'll excuse me, I have to build a fucking rocket.

It is an unapologetic, thrilling, ballsy, tower of excellence; and I swooned.

I wanted to raise my fist in the black power salute right there in that concrete encrusted cafe.
Viva Nerds!!!
Viva Heroes!!!
To Ye!! The badly dressed, multi colored people with shining eyes of understanding-
Hear me now!

Save us.

Please.
Save our beloved earth.

That fat, orange pile of ignorance we call a president elect can't beat these people at anything. He would be the last person out of the maze; he would lose at chess and tennis and bar trivia.

He would lose at ordering a coffee. He can't make a margarita, much less a concrete canoe.

He is an ignorant orange loser.

And you might say-but He is the President!

And I would say: shh my child. Hush now.

The good guys are coming for him. You can be cruel or you can be stupid.

But as God is my witness-

You won't last long if you are both.