Technical Strategy
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Technology
I'm in the process of acquiring a bespoke and battle-ready Behemoth, a modern-day Mammoth, the kind of monstrosity that would hungrily devour the power grid, and that Tim 'the Toolman' Taylor, with a tear in his eye, would tell tall tales of.
I'll post technical specifications closer to the time.
In the meantime, I'll try and squeeze every ounce of efficiency from my borderline machine.
I'm in the process of acquiring a bespoke and battle-ready Behemoth, a modern-day Mammoth, the kind of monstrosity that would hungrily devour the power grid, and that Tim 'the Toolman' Taylor, with a tear in his eye, would tell tall tales of.
I'll post technical specifications closer to the time.
In the meantime, I'll try and squeeze every ounce of efficiency from my borderline machine.
Conversation
I'm talking with the proprietor of the residencia and she's warm, effusive and nostalgic. I've been here a few weeks now and am settling into the language. I even takes notes as we talk. She doesn't mind, she's used to the extranjeros' ways. She likes the colour they bring, and their stories from far-off places. A charming host, she always makes time for her guests.
The step-daughter arrives with the tray of tapas and Sangria. Mirella, all auburn hair, playful grin and excitable gesturing. She relates another of her scandalous gossips, and her voice accelerates into a blur.
Now they're both talking, and it's hard to make sense of things. I try to take notes but can't keep apace, it's just a dizzying blur of sounds.
So I settle back, enjoy their company, and tell myself to be patient. The understanding will come, as it already has. It's just a matter of time.
I'm talking with the proprietor of the residencia and she's warm, effusive and nostalgic. I've been here a few weeks now and am settling into the language. I even takes notes as we talk. She doesn't mind, she's used to the extranjeros' ways. She likes the colour they bring, and their stories from far-off places. A charming host, she always makes time for her guests.
The step-daughter arrives with the tray of tapas and Sangria. Mirella, all auburn hair, playful grin and excitable gesturing. She relates another of her scandalous gossips, and her voice accelerates into a blur.
Now they're both talking, and it's hard to make sense of things. I try to take notes but can't keep apace, it's just a dizzying blur of sounds.
So I settle back, enjoy their company, and tell myself to be patient. The understanding will come, as it already has. It's just a matter of time.
you have a touch of Jack here mixed with the suspense of Mary Higgins Clark
