I’m attuned to this gold rush thing. My antennae are up. My grandfather, Manley Beaver, was a gold miner. In the early 1900s he went to South Africa to look for gold; then to Yreka in Northern California.

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i-Cave, By Plato

The woman who left the Uber car gazed at her phone, trying to determine which way to walk to the restaurant that was six steps away. The always-there gaggle of tourists on the corner, stand with heads hovering over screens. Every second pedestrian walks with a screen attached to both eyeballs. At restaurants and theatres and concerts, too. All sure their screen is more essential, and certainly more entertaining; that access to their individual personal universe is essential.  iWorry.


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