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.
Any conversation
mandelbrot
for y in range(10):
s=''
for x in range(25):
a=[]
for q in range(2):
z=c=x/25*3-2+1j*((y*2+q)/10-1);n=40
while n and abs(z)<2:z=z*z+c;n-=1
a+=[n<5]
s+=" โโโ"[a[0]+2*a[1]]
print(s)
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โโToday I wanted to share some Music from my youth :)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Hn-pNxtByM
I remain ambiguous. This morning I used pi+gpt5.6 to create a color scheme based on evergarden.moe. It works, and I havenโt checked how well it stay true to the style used in vim-bundled schemas. Before I wouldnโt have done this, and now I can. But I donโt know if it is good. github.com/โฆ/evergarden.vim
there's no fundamental physical limit that prevents silicon from developing taste and judgement, but language is a lossy compression of reality.
taste comes from experience, from the shadowy mass of episodic memory, which swirls and convects at the boundary of consciousness. the ideas recombine into new ones in the nuclear reactor of the hippocampus.
but no matter how imbued with meaning and expertise is a handmade wardrobe we still get our shit from ikea




