I don’t know exactly how I got this IFC thingy, and I’m not even sure what it is exactly—but somehow there was never any question of me throwing it away. Until I figure out how it might work I’ll keep it safely leaned up against these nicely bound books.
No getting around it, this whole paper I write for being snuffed out by CEO with questionable motives ordeal sucks. But the upside! I won’t have to ask for another batch of business cards.
me: Hey, do you know how birds have sex?
Matt: Uhhh… no.
me: Do they mount each other?
Matt: I don’t know. Do they do it in the air?
me: Should we look it up?
Matt: No, it’s better not knowing like this.
Well, I’ve found being able to stand a little mystery—possessing a degree of “negative capability“—can be very useful in the information age.
