After attending a Clouderati party and DeployCon the following day I started to question my very existence in the world of technology. It’s as if I’ve been closeted. It reminded me a little of my childhood in what was once West Berlin, where my father burst onto the art scene, only to flame-out after publicly humiliating the most powerful gallery of the time and his sponsor, Rene Bloch. My father wanted to flood the gallery with water and have the people traverse islands constructed as part of the exhibit as they moved from one island after another each hosting the paintings and provisions that had sustained the artist as he moved through one way of viewing to another as he constructed and sometimes destroyed his works. That’s another blog post entirely, perhaps even a chapter in a novel.