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
๐๐ฎ๐ฐ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฏ ยท๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ฏ๐: ๐ฃ๐จ๐ ๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐ค ยท๐ฆ๐๐๐ค๐ฆ๐ ๐ฏ ๐ฉ ๐๐ฒ (๐ฎ๐จ๐๐ฆ๐) ๐๐จ๐๐๐ผ๐๐ฑ, ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ต ๐จ ๐๐ฐ๐ ๐ฎ๐ด๐๐. ๐ค๐ณ๐๐ค๐ฐ ๐ฏ ๐๐ท๐๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ท๐๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ข๐จ๐๐ผ.
Three for three on British dishes this weekend: had a full English and a pie (rabbit) yesterday, now to do a beef roast. Lovely and cozy in this autumnal weather.
