It’s the year 2010. I’m sitting in the airport (a hub where flying machines come and go) eating a to-go meal of food that came from god-knows where. I peruse the various news feeds on my iPhone (a communication device hooked up to a vast network of other computational devices), checking what friends have been up to, anticipating what the weather will be like in Seattle, etc, etc… I notice Sean has just recently posted to his blog and he mentions that he’s sitting in the Calgary airport too, waiting for his flight to depart. I send him a message and also call him (both via said iPhone), but to no avail - it looks like he’s already gone. A few minutes later I get a call, “Hey Kenshi it’s Sean, my flight is about to leave…. What gate are you at? … Okay let’s meet quickly”. Seconds later we are shaking hands and walking towards his gate. “What have you been up to? How’s the job? How was the wedding?”. We exchange stories and discuss future plans. We arrive at the gate and I bid him farewell. He’s now somewhere in the sky, and in a few hours he will be in San Francisco.

Dear future Kenshi: Don’t forget how remarkable this is.

Onwards!