Archimedian displacement activity.
There's something particularly gleeful, educated and terribly Scottish about this splendid item. I am reminded of the chap with the camcorder dealing with the polis at the Tower of London (somewhere on the Youtubes), and indeed of Drew-who-does-not-LJ.
I must also remember to use the word 'anent' when writing business emails.
What an uplifting panoply of language we have in this country.
Anyway. Earlier, I nearly poured milk into the microwave, instead of putting it in the bowl with the porridge oats like an uninspired person. Which then goes in the microwave because causality is actually quite boring like that. You people and your consensus reality with fixed labels for objects and an order for things. It's tedious and doesn't make the trains run on time. Assuming a common frame of reference for the notions pointed to by the names 'trains', 'run' and 'time'.
What in hell was wrong with art that people had to '(re)discover' perspective? Did no-one have the 'This one is small, but those are far away' conversation? Perhaps everyone thought they were stuck in a rubbish old computer game where people and things grew out of the ground a lot. Or we're in a simulation and that was the day that the local godlike object had come back from PC-Multiverse with a shiny new 5D accelerator card.
Geek arguments, right? I wonder if they get loud in a busy office for the same reason that I can't pay attention to someone speaking if the telly/wireless/random media-object emission device is also functioning. Perhaps it works the same way that FM reception does? (Which is 'most powerful signal wins and no-one else gets a look in.' As opposed to AM, which is 'Reception is a mixture of what's out there on that frequency')
Mind you, I've not studied wireless since R1 was on '275 and 285', so I no longer know my superheterodyne from a cat's whisker.
There has to be a word for the sheer joy of starting on some endeavour that requires skills you once had, and which come back in a lump through the medium of Just Doing. A lot like a long-tail version of muscle memory.
I must also remember to use the word 'anent' when writing business emails.
What an uplifting panoply of language we have in this country.
Anyway. Earlier, I nearly poured milk into the microwave, instead of putting it in the bowl with the porridge oats like an uninspired person. Which then goes in the microwave because causality is actually quite boring like that. You people and your consensus reality with fixed labels for objects and an order for things. It's tedious and doesn't make the trains run on time. Assuming a common frame of reference for the notions pointed to by the names 'trains', 'run' and 'time'.
What in hell was wrong with art that people had to '(re)discover' perspective? Did no-one have the 'This one is small, but those are far away' conversation? Perhaps everyone thought they were stuck in a rubbish old computer game where people and things grew out of the ground a lot. Or we're in a simulation and that was the day that the local godlike object had come back from PC-Multiverse with a shiny new 5D accelerator card.
Geek arguments, right? I wonder if they get loud in a busy office for the same reason that I can't pay attention to someone speaking if the telly/wireless/random media-object emission device is also functioning. Perhaps it works the same way that FM reception does? (Which is 'most powerful signal wins and no-one else gets a look in.' As opposed to AM, which is 'Reception is a mixture of what's out there on that frequency')
Mind you, I've not studied wireless since R1 was on '275 and 285', so I no longer know my superheterodyne from a cat's whisker.
There has to be a word for the sheer joy of starting on some endeavour that requires skills you once had, and which come back in a lump through the medium of Just Doing. A lot like a long-tail version of muscle memory.