10 four, over…
So if you’ve been following you would noticed that things have gone a little silent here. I’ve been really busy at work and on a number of side projects. Lots of interesting stuff’s been brewing, some of which I hope to write about here.
So anyway, its summer here in Cape Town and the weather’s been great so I’ve been taking the train instead of driving to work and sitting in traffic by myself. The train is great, it’s given me time to read the Neal Stephenson’s massive Quicksilver (which is an incredible read btw!) and I’ve run into a quiet a few friends riding the train too.
Traffic here is bad but I stay in the southern suburbs so I miss the worst of it. Watching the other drivers is also entertaining (the singers are the funniest) and that makes it just the little bit more bearable. Angermann’s pointed out someone who has a plan to make driving home a little more fun.
Years ago, I’m driving along in my car spacing out and thinking about how I’m surrounded by people in their cars and yet I’m completely alone, and wouldn’t it be cool if there was some sort of short range radio system so that I could talk to the people in cars around me. About what, I don’t know. “Are those Bugle Boy jeans you’re wearing?”, “Do you have any Grey Poupon?”, “10-4 Good Buddy, there’s a smokey at the Mission Boulevard exit”. Who knows, I always thought it would be a cool experiment to try.
I dig walkie talkies! I’d try this out if someone started this locally. I had a similar idea a while ago.
The idea also needed walkie talkies but the aim to to create an awareness of space. It was essentially a game that poeple would play. We’d leave walkie talkies all around town with instructions to guess where in town the other person was. You could not mention obvious things that would give it away. The person who guessed the right place first would be the winner and the loser would have to buy the winner a drink or something along those lines.
But…
I’ve had dumb ideas before. I’ll have dumb ideas again. This might be one of them. You tell me.
… I think my version is one of them.

