Every name has some explanation. So does the name of this blog. It has something to do with floodlit gantries, sparkling champagne, blue overalls and mutinous mice. The rest is up to you. As for me, my sole/soul task will be to try to smell out the meaning of my life in these pages. Which is just another way of saying that this is yet another fruitless exercise.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Richard and the Connection Machine
Thanks a lot to the friendly neighborhood 42 for pointing out this article.
Will say more on this later. This is just a quick post before coffee.
"That sounds like a bunch of baloney," he said. "Give me something real to do."
So we sent him out to buy some office supplies.
This is brilliant.
I read this article on The Edge an year or two ago. The FN42 sent the link to me, I think. I remember getting all excited about the cellular automata bit and hunting down Wolfram's "A new kind of science" at a library. Half way through the first chapter, I fell asleep and dreamt about ants. When I woke up, I gave up on cellular automata and went looking for an anthill.
So, um, yeah. I await the longer version of this post.
"That sounds like a bunch of baloney," he said. "Give me something real to do."
ReplyDeleteSo we sent him out to buy some office supplies.
This is brilliant.
I read this article on The Edge an year or two ago. The FN42 sent the link to me, I think. I remember getting all excited about the cellular automata bit and hunting down Wolfram's "A new kind of science" at a library. Half way through the first chapter, I fell asleep and dreamt about ants. When I woke up, I gave up on cellular automata and went looking for an anthill.
So, um, yeah. I await the longer version of this post.
Make good your statement that a longer version would come.
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