HOT TUBBIN’ is for your consideration.
Feel the warmth of the wet wood against your back.
Or the coolness of the fiberglass, if you prefer that shit.
Baste in your yard under the full moon, like a bright night sun.
Drink cava from the bottle while reading your feeds on a fucking tablet.
Hit up your friends and video chat those fools like what? Find comfort in their company.
Surf together. Offer and accept quests.
Stalk strangers. Download discographies.
Talk about the texture and the grit of the web.
Find the deep pages, created programmatically, left unlinked by people and devices.
Then light them up, like hot jets.
— Mitch Trale, Oakland, 2010.