Dear Future Self:
Goodness, you must be bored! I mean, if you’re reading this. I assume that you’ll keep this blog’s archives around in one form or another for posterity, but to actually be _reading_ them . . . present-me isn’t really one to talk, but I’ve got to say, get a life!
Still, I’m glad you came across this particular entry, because I’m writing it specifically for you. See, I’m hoping that you’ll read this late enough in life that time travel has been invented. Because if it has, do your very best to attend the “Time Traveler Convention”:http://web.mit.edu/adorai/timetraveler/ at MIT (via “Slashdot”:http://www.slashdot.org/). In case the World Wide Web doesn’t exist any more, here’s the important info:
May 7, 2005, 10:00pm EDT (08 May 2005 02:00:00 UTC)
East Campus Courtyard, MIT
(42.360007,-071.087870 in decimal degrees)
If you can’t attend, please publicize the Convention in your current time. Theoretically there’ll only ever need to be one Time Traveler Convention, but only if word successfully gets out.
Unfortunately, I’m not going to be able to make the trip to Cambridge, so if you _do_ show up, at least give me a call — wait! If you’re going to attend, plan on showing up a couple days early, and give me a call, and I’ll make a special point of attending. Looking forward to hearing from you!
And Ella, if it’s you who are reading this after mom & I are gone, then _definitely_ get a life. But also, if you _can_ travel through time, try showing up early and calling me too.
p.s. Come to think of it, _anyone_ from the future who happens to read this should get word to me if they’re planning on attending the Convention. To prove that you’re from the future, call me just after I post this entry — 8:22 A.M., 2 May 2005. My number’s in the Arlington phone book.
UPDATE, 8:30 A.M.: Alas, no bites so far.