Sliding down from heaven 

PATAN, NEPAL: Intrigued by an open door and a welcome sign I crossed the threshold into a marble entrance. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, I wanted to know what was inside, and if I would be allowed to go in. Greeted by a man who spoke no English but could see my questioning expression he signaled to me to come in. Did I need to leave my shoes with him before I walked through the next door? I stopped to read the inscriptions aligned to the photographs on the wall. This is the Golden Temple.

PATAN, NEPAL:  Intrigued by an open door and a welcome sign I crossed the threshold into a marble entrance. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, I wanted to know what was inside, and if I would be allowed to go in. Greeted by a man who spoke no English but could see my questioning expression he signaled to me to come in. Did I need to leave my shoes with him before I walked through the next door? I stopped to read the inscriptions aligned to the photographs on the wall, hoping there was something in them to tell me what I needed to guide me to my next step. This is the Golden Temple.

Quick, where is the guidebook?

Golden Temple, Patan, Nepal
Golden Temple, Patan, Nepal

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Notes From “Who Owns the Future?” An Evening with Jaron Lanier

“To my mind an overleveraged unsecured mortgage is exactly the same thing as a pirated music file. It’s somebody’s value that’s been copied many times to give benefit to some distant party. In the case of the music files, it’s to the benefit of an advertising spy like Google [which monetizes your search history], and in the case of the mortgage, it’s to the benefit of a fund manager somewhere. But in both cases all the risk and the cost is radiated out toward ordinary people and the middle classes—and even worse, the overall economy has shrunk in order to make a few people more.”

LONOND, UK: The stage is set: two chairs, bottles of water, a flute, a guitar an an unnamable instrument yet to be unveiled. The gentleman behind me notices the instruments on stage and comments, “What are those doing up there?” He clearly hasn’t done his pre-reading on the main attraction: Jaron Lanier.

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