Earlier today, calmly awaiting my flight from Istanbul to Riga, Latvia, where I intend to settle, I sat reading a book of essays and exhortations by Mao. Where at first I had read his powerful summons and denunciations with some enthusiasm (I'll admit that I thrill, however briefly, to those who appear to have answers, particularly if they are radical), soon I began to tire of the tedious dogmatic classifications of concepts that for me have no substance, dialectical terms like 'the particularity of contradiction' and 'the universality of contradiction,' etc., etc., and bla-bla-bla. Just before boarding I looked up from my book with its red jacket and hammer-and-sickle to see a portly Russian gentleman conversing volubly with a buddy. He looked like he would be into the Russian equivalent of brats and beer and ballgames, which I suppose in Russia amounts to vodka, vodka, and vodka. My eyes drifted from his face to his chest, where, as if to underscore what the apparently metastasizing meaninglessness of all communication, they encountered these words:
JACK ME BACK INTO TIME
PARALLEL AMPLITUDES
Sure, buddy.
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Okay, I'll bite: what means "Jack me back into time"?
I was wondering where it came from too. I saw it last night when watching the Scifi channel show 'Sanctuary' - it was on Henry's tee shirt.
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