A bit of insomnia this early Tuesday morning. I call it โthe witching hourโ, whatever can go wrong, will go wrong and the brain is defenceless. Reality, of course, is more nuanced, but brain doesnโt care. :)
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I've been on a kick lately of trying to visualize the oscillating clock, and ultimately the effectively arbitrarily complex activity of a computer processor, as modern refinements of the line shaft factory of the 19th century. Of compute as being not much more than profoundly refined "work" delivered by the electrical grid into marvelously complex machines.
Does that, as a metaphor at least, feel as important to you as it has to me of late? We spend so much time in a world abstracted.
Today I wanted to share some Music from my youth :)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Hn-pNxtByM
Gave this evergarden colorscheme a shot after seeing it on lobsters today. Quite liking it.
