Bathrooms and Business in North Carolina

All-Gender restroom sign in Asheville, North Carolina

Just a couple of months before we arrived in North Carolina, the state’s governor attempted to make the people of this state the laughingstock of the world. With all of our other problems, the state legislature decides to focus on who can use which bathroom. The enlightened people of Asheville and Durham took matters into their own hands and simply turned bathrooms into All-Gender Restrooms.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Mt. Mitchell in North Caroline which is the highest point east of the Mississippi River

Here we are at Mt. Mitchell in North Carolina, which is the highest point east of the Mississippi. Seeing we’ve also been to the peak of Cadillac Mountain in Maine, which is the highest point on the Eastern Seaboard, this pretty much wraps up our need to visit any more mountains out this way. I know it’s just bragging now, but we’ve also been to the lowest point in the United States at Badwater Basin in Death Valley. I should add we’ve also been to Cape Flattery, Washington (farthest northwest), Lubec, Maine (and the West Quoddy Head lighthouse – easternmost point in the U.S.), Key West, Florida (southernmost incorporated place), and Lebanon, Kansas (the geographic center of the contiguous 48 states).

Espresso News coffee shop in Boone, North Carolina

Had to pull off the out-of-the-way road where we had zero phone signal and head into a town where I could join a conference call. My call today was with a couple of investors who would ultimately play a larger role in my life as they were about to invest in my virtual reality company. Not only would this ultimately lead to TimefireVR LLC becoming TimefireVR Inc. with publicly traded stock, but it would also result in me firing my entire staff and finding myself with the sour taste of corporate divorce left in my mouth after the various entities parted ways. It’s surreal to me that so much in my life was shifting during this trip, but while it was happening, I couldn’t have a hint of what was about to occur. To commemorate this fateful sequence of events, I’m noting that it was the 48 hours starting at 16:30 on May 17, 2016, until about the same time on May 19th, 2016 that would be the pivot. Hello, big change with my small company that was about to morph and an encounter with synthesizers that was about to morph my mind into adopting a new language.

Mayberry Inn in Mt. Airy, North Carolina

Up near the Virginia border, we checked in to the Mayberry Motor Inn in Mt. Airy, North Carolina. Yes, it is exactly that Mt. Airy where Opie, Floyd the Barber, Barney Fife, Gomer Pyle, and Sheriff Taylor would show America what small-town life was like. Tomorrow, we’ll explore the town and I’ll spend one more oblivious day as to the magnitude of change that was occurring in my life.

Along the Blue Ridge Parkway & More BBQ

Weaving samples at the Folk Art Center on the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina

Out on the Blue Ridge Parkway, our first stop was at the Folk Art Center, home of the Southern Highland Craft Guild. These are weaving samples that Caroline requested photos of so that one day she may take inspiration from them and try to duplicate their pattern.

Caroline Wise at the Folk Art Center on the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina

This could well be the largest collection of craft books ever assembled in one place here at the Folk Art Center. While Caroline may have wanted to stay for hours, I think we were able to spend less than two hours here before getting back on the parkway.

12 Bones Smokehouse in Asheville, North Carolina

Hmm, maybe we were at the Folk Art Center longer than I think because before I know it we are hunting down our lunch, or maybe our lunch is hunting us? We are drawn back to more BBQ (in case you were wondering, we couldn’t find a place with BBQ for breakfast), and it was 12 Bones Smokehouse that brought us in. President Obama ate here, so it had that going for it; by the way, I’m fairly non-partisan when it comes to food and eat at TeePee Mexican Food in Phoenix where George Bush ate.

Plate of food from 12 Bones Smokehouse in Asheville, North Carolina

Smoked pork ribs, green beans, coleslaw, and a piece of cornbread for $23 was a bit on the pricey side, but we didn’t care as the only thing important during these days is that we get the widest sampling of BBQ humanly possible.

French Broad River next to 12 Bones Smokehouse in Asheville, North Carolina

Right next to the outdoor seating, the French Broad River slowly passes by and seems to help set the speed at which we are enjoying our time decompressing from the grind of Phoenix and our careers.

Caroline Wise on the streets of Asheville, North Carolina

We’ve been enjoying our leisurely visit to Asheville with no need to hurry along or be anywhere in particular. Caroline is in front of an obelisk set as a monument to Zebulon Baird Vance here at Pack Square.

Caroline Wise drinking a bourbon cheerwine slushy at Buxton Hall BBQ in Asheville, North Carolina

If it’s dinner time, it must also be time for more BBQ; this visit is at Buxton Hall BBQ. The drink is known as a bourbon Cheerwine slushy, and the Cheerwine part of it is a Carolina cherry soda.

North Carolina to Tennessee

Biscuit Head in Asheville, North Carolina

We were told that Biscuit Head for breakfast was popular but not 20-minute-line popular. Was the wait worth it? Of course, it was. After we ate, it was time to get on the road for a bit of driving.

Caroline Wise and John Wise on the Tennessee state line with North Carolina

This is where things get sketchy in our photographic history because it appears I only shot three photos all day. I had my DSLR with me, and on other days, you can see the black strap on my shoulder, but searching high and low we do not find any other photos of this trip. While I may have opted for the convenience of my smartphone to snap the majority of the photos, it just doesn’t seem possible that on such a beautiful day that took us from North Carolina over to Tennessee into Gatlinburg and back into the Smoky Mountains that I wouldn’t have any other images from the day. So it goes, at least I have this one of us in front of the state which I should point out that the “e” on Cocke County is silent.

The Admiral restaurant in Asheville, North Carolina

A break from the rush into BBQ with a luxurious dinner at a place called The Admiral. On the left are frog legs, and on the right are sweetbreads (pancreas chunks). Whatever we had for our main course is lost in time, like the details of our daylight hours wandering around a National Park and another state. One thing I’m certain of is that we surely had a great day.

North Carolina

Caroline Wise and John Wise at the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in North Carolina

On my shoulder is my Canon DSLR with an amazing lens that wouldn’t have been out of focus with the blown-out sunlight over the left of my head, but I was feeling lazy and decided to shoot this entire trip with the camera in my phone that while it was okay for Facebook is shit for my blog. Oh well, some blurry reminders are better than none at all.

I’m posting this two years after we made this momentous trip that would have serious implications regarding a change in direction in my life, more of that as the blog entry progresses.

Great Smoky Mountains National Park in North Carolina

This was our second visit to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park but our first visit to the absolute southern end of the park. These chickens had southern drawls and tasted like pork; it was the weirdest thing.

Caroline Wise at Luella's BBQ in Asheville, North Carolina

Guess what we had for dinner? BBQ, that’s what we had! By the time we got back to Arizona, we likely were emanating smoke from this meat indulgence themed around the smoker. Tonight’s meal was at Luella’s BBQ in Asheville, North Carolina, where we will stay and call home for the next few days.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Firestorm Bookstore in Asheville, North Carolina

Amazingly smart bookstore and coffee shop here in Asheville called Firestorm. By the time we were done shopping here during our stay, we’d leave with at least half a dozen books and a sticker for the computer slung over my shoulder. It’s great to be on vacation, and it’s our first in six months, which is nearly a lifetime measured in John and Caroline years.

Emergence – TimefireVR

Emergence

We are at the precipice of an emergent phenomenon where digital intelligence is about to unleash a wave of creativity that will exceed almost everyone’s wildest dreams. While there’s the chance that some horrific dystopian future featuring our enslavement by evil robot overlords could occur, I find it pretty unlikely. After all, we managed to avoid killing ourselves off with nuclear weapons in spite of all the doom-and-gloom prophecies.

So, with the obligatory nod to the pessimists that bad could come of it, I now opt to share the cultural positives that will likely emerge from the exploration of artificial intelligence, also known as deep learning. Why is this important to virtual reality? It’s because I don’t see Hypatia and VR as exclusively living in the world of gaming, on the contrary, it is a window to our future, creativity, and education. A future where passive entertainment is anathema to the progress of an advanced civilization. A future that demands our participation. Hypatia is an immersive explorer in which there will be much more than casual observation of pretty places; the visitor to our world in the sun of VR will be compelled to pick up a paintbrush, sculpt, sing, create music, or juggle the atoms that hold the structure of this virtual reality together in order to learn a thing or two about the science of digital construction.

For a society to make these strides, we’ll have to think differently, and one of the fundamental changes occurring today that is forcing this confrontation with our ingrained, outmoded ways of thinking is the emergence of machine intelligence. Many are frightened by it, but I am not. It is the advent of this type of computing, powered by ever-faster computers, that is demanding we evaluate the potential of the machine’s intelligence before it displaces ours. The faster the technology changes, the faster it will propel us to move forward or fall behind.

To move forward, we have to find out where these advances intersect our own lives and how we can benefit from such a rapid evolution and then embrace our next step.

The reality, though, is that the general public is not ready for this and is, in fact, fearful and afraid of the change that is dragging them into the Unknown. So this then places the hope for a solution on the shoulders of artists and engineers to use their craft to ease the transition into our exploration of infinity. What will have to emerge are new creative forms, architectures, music, and expression.

We are already seeing some of the benefits when we ask our phone to answer a question or when we see the next advancement in self-driving cars. But this is just the tip of the electronic iceberg. How long before an algorithm helps guide our hand so we can draw better or the computer recognizes how we are playing an instrument and makes recommendations on how to play it better? We should already be asking why our phones aren’t helping us learn another language by translating what we say to it or analyzing our restaurant visits and recommending places to eat based on our previous culinary excursions.

What will come from our explorations of this frontier is mostly yet to be defined, and it will, with the help of unobtrusive guiding applications, engage us in fun and exciting discoveries that will more gracefully bring us into the future. This cannot be the work of just a few companies; it must come from the efforts of millions of individuals who embrace their role in advancing humanity into the new day where the digital sun shines brightly.