Katy
Vacation 1999
After spending the first week of my vacation at the Amherst Early Music Festival, Rich came to pick me up. We found that without our jobs to stifle our creativity, we were suddenly full of
Some of these questions were inspired by reading Cryptonomicon (I came across some words I didn't recognize); others were inspired by sights we saw or towns we were driving through, others just by our (over-) active imaginations. The questions below are organized in the order we thought of them. Any answers I've been able to find are right below the question. If you know the answer to one I've missed (marked with ?), let me know. There are also some pictures of the trip.
I seem to have had more of these questions that Rich did. We were reading Cryptonomicon and the 13th Annual Collection of the Year's Best Science Fiction. Thanks to Onelook, I found most of the definitions.
Magnificent isn't the word you would normally use to describe Tom Howard; he's burly and surly, completely lacking in social graces, and doesn't apologize for it. Most of the time he sits silently, wearing an expression of sphinxlike boredom, and so it's easy to forget how good he is.
But during this particular half hour of Tom Howard's life, it is of the essence that he be magnificent. He is going blade-to-blade with the Seven Samuriai here: the nerdiest high-octane Ph.D.s and the scariest private-security dicks that Asia can produce. One-by-one they come after him and he cuts their heads off and stacks them on the table like cannon-balls. Several times he has to stop and think for sixty seconds before delivering the deathblow. Once he has to ask Eberhard Föhr to make some calculations on his laptop. Occasionally he has to call on the cryptographic expertise of John Cantrell, or to look over at Randy for a nod or shake of the head. But eventually, he shuts the hecklers up. Beryl wears a not very convincing smile throughout the entire thing. Avi just grips the arms of his chair, his knuckles going from blue to white to pink to a normal healthy glow over the course of the final five minutes, when it's clear that the Samurai are withdrawing in disarray. It makes Randy want to empty a six-shooter into the ceiling and holler, "Yeee-haaw!" at the top of his lungs.
Instead, he listens, just in case Tom gets tripped up in the briar patch of plesiosynchronus protocol arcana, whence only Randy can drag him out. [...]
[...] The fork in the river around which this town was nucleated was meeting-point of unofficial turfs of three such different cultures. Lure of bright lights, or even dim, flickering ones, has draw thousands down from mountains in recent generations to establish several distinct barangays.
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