Fried Rice

I had some interesting thoughts as I wondered about the streets of Hong Kong. But I forgot most of them, because all I can think about right now is fried rice. Its the other 6.5 here. The vodcasting is not going as well as we thought, because I am having problems getting up early and iChatting with paul. But I am hoping tomorrow things will be different. I am trying to let my mind wander and to absorb the fullness of experience before my senses refract it and my consciousness (mis)interprets it. Tonight I am also trying to watch a preston sturges movie and perhaps Rear Window. I hope I can get to sleep. I have become addicted to buying crap off itunes because it is all .99 or 2.99.

I went hiking this weekend on Lantau Island with a bunch of Swedes and a Dutchman. It was like out of a Bergman movie - Wild Strawberries perhaps - a great road trip movie.

It is lonely out here at the furthest reaches of bit land -but as long as I can hear the gears of the Great Bit crank- my soul is satisfied.

Headquarters Has Received Your Transmission

And now, 6.5, we are contemplating putting the galactic engines to sleep, closing down the Gravitron Beam and all of the other vital equipment, and taking an extended mission in the OmniTaco Expedition Ship, young Sinbad and I. A few more things must fall into place, then the ionic ice storms pelting down on the middle zones have to ease up, and then, possibly, we can break through the zone and find our way to the western galaxies. We shall see.

In the meantime, nothing has changed here, aside from the occasional piece of bad 13Bit spam or the temptation to indulge in chipatosis. It is strangely quiet here in the orbiting compound. The ghosts of older ideas keep bouncing off the walls, like bats whose sonar has gone bad, but they are pleasant enough company, and await their turn to come to life.

The 13BIT Mailroom may shut down by Friday. After that, we'll attempt to make planet-fall at the Santa Fe System eventually.

Greetings from the Middle Kingdom.

Hello followers of bit. Meredith here writing from Hong Kong, China SAR. I am here on a super secret mission to prevent the collapse of the asian financial system. Am I too late? Paul and I are trying a new 13bit working method. While I am in HK, Paul is road tripping across the US and we are going to be podcast, vodcasting, and writing for one of our screenplays code named Chow Fun aka Baguette aka not Venezuela. (We are going to continue writing Venezuela when 13Bit is in one room)

Anyway I am taking up Muay Thai kickboxing. And it is going to make me super buff (even more buff than Kung Fu). That will further enable me to eat more cupcakes when 13Bit reunites ... and cupcakes are the fuel of the bit.

Ong Bak

Venezuela

That is the code name for our current movie. It named after this delicious chocolate venzeulan pudding. The movie has nothing to do with latin america or pudding - that is why it is a code name - a secret code name. It is friday. I am very tired. Paul and I both feel fat - even though we have stopped eating 13bit quesadillas. Back to our secret movie script written with our secret script writing software.

Elko is sitting on my lap - blissed out. His paw is on my arm, is that a sign of dominance.

You owe me a billion dollars

This was an email that I received from Paul the other day.
"In what?" I queried, "In Credit Default Swaps?"

"No, in film festival submission charges, but you can pay me in swaps."

Paul and I plan to brace for Great Depression 2.1 alpha by squatting in an abandoned WaMu branch, and selling $1 movie tickets.

There will be free bathtub gin, and foods with transfat. Out of work financial workers can sell their bodies in the abandoned cubicles.

Brave New World

Madame Chang

"It's not about dialogue," Madame Grand Dame Finkelchang says in her most imperious tone...