Years ago, when I lived in SF, a friend of mine invited me out after work on a Friday evening. Exhausted from the week prior, I declined. "Oh but it's a party a

Years ago, when I lived in SF, a friend of mine invited me out after work on a Friday evening. Exhausted from the week prior, I declined. "Oh but it's a party at The Singularity House, in the south bay" my friend replied. "The Singularity" was something that smart people had mentioned to me during my time in SF, but I never understood what they were talking about. For whatever reason, that was enough of a novelty for me to change my mind and head to the party, to see if I could figure out what The Singularity was. I met my friend at the SF Caltrain station and we headed towards the "singularity house" in Atherton. It was the strangest party I've ever been to. It seemed like small groups of people who didn't know each other had gathered there, in all sorts of strange outfits and the lack of coherence was quite something. I remember someone dressed up as a victorian queen. Despite the massive mansion, the party was pretty lame. I made a few laps before deciding it wasn't for me and headed back to the city. Whenever someone mentions the singularity, this is what I imagine.