My goal was to not vomit on camera. Mission accomplished. Okay, I mangled the bit about Buckminister Fuller. Or, at least I remember that at that point my brain and my mouth hadn’t really let each other know what either had planned, so I don’t know how coherent it ended up being. I don’t think we should build mile wide geodesic domes, just that we live in a world of amazing possibility and Fuller’s imagined domes are good poetic vision of that. Yep. ebola, ISIS, Ferguson. I get it. I still chose to be rationally optimistic and moved by possibility.