One of the goons put a phone showing a timer on stage, hoping it might help keep me on time. Alas its screensaver kicked in, and I figured that the dead screen was my fault.

Note to myself: Next talk, bring analog clock. Old darkroom timer.

Cheers, Cliff

why does it seems dangerous to you?

I actually immensely appreciated the way he is totally human, didn't even had to go beyond the stage behaviour because I believe that's the marvellous part!

It's a whole thing, the whole experience, the whole Him being himself, beauty and art mixed together in real cyberspace.

And probably exhausting. Good talk nonetheless.