> she was nice (at least as he discribed this character, sort of a
> romantic, mushy, playboy jello desert)
What's wrong with creamy desserts? What am I supposed to do,
eat turnips? or some kind of virtual silicon dessert?
The rest of the story is that Jen was a believer. She believed in
macrobiotics, among other things. I didn't. I was, as always, a
creedal minimalist. An odd thought: in the hippie communes of the
southwest, early 70s, macrobiotics was the equivalent of extropianism.
The word "macrobiotics" means the science of longevity, which
they conceived of as being primarily a matter of diet. I didn't
believe in that any more than I belive in AI --> Strong Nanotech -->
resurrection of frozen bodies.
Maybe it's time to bring creedal minimalism to an end.
Lyle