tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91732472011-04-21T15:08:46.757-07:00miontorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11625070576523657508noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173247.post-1100561215322300552004-11-15T15:25:00.000-08:002004-11-15T17:44:42.903-08:00THE PARK <br /> <br />No one would believe me, so I figured I'd write it down in the hopes that one day it would connect with someone. That would relieve the burden that I've been carrying. One can't say for sure if it will, but at least I have that hope. I've come to realize that's the most important thing... to be believed by someone , for I can scarely believe it myself. <br /> <br />I had set myself upon working on Einstein's "Unified Field Theory" in the fall. One can't say whether it began when I quit, or was fired, from a Hi-Tech job at the most unfortunate of Fortune 500 companies. What I did there is of no mind, as I wasn't really into it. I was always figuring in my head, lost in a distant space, creating ethereal geometric images and counting irrational and imaginary numbers... far away from the pressing tasks of the working day. <br /> <br />It was a Friday, and I was to be on the 25th floor of a high-rise building in downtown San Francisco reporting to the dark son of a career Green Beret officer on the work that I had "supposedly" done during the previous quarter. <br /> <br />He was neat. He was polished. His ebony gleaned with a belt-buckle shine. When he spoke, he used soothing words that could appease a silver-back gorilla running loose through the woods. <br /> <br />Instead, I was at home, near the Bay, cooling it in my apartment losing myself on a website sponsored by the director Micheal Winterbottom for his in-progress film "The Claim," with the tagline "everything has a price." <br /> <br />The website was the first that allowed surfers to observe a film while it was in production -- webcams on set, messages from the cast and crew, the evolving script, feedback from fans, and other thespian issues. It started out as "Kingdom Come," before they were notified that another film had already claimed it. <br /> <br />There was a loud knock at the door. I was stunned from a slumber, sitting there at my kitchen table in front of a tobacco dusted computer. The Backwoods cigar I was smoking, the kind Eastwood chomped in "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" fell to the floor. Papers, figures, books, printouts, and notepads, were strewn throughout the apartment covered with a mad scrawl of equations, sketches, and binary numbers. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173247-110056121532230055?l=miontorus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miontorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11625070576523657508noreply@blogger.com3