I’m sideways, doomscrolling on Google News at 4 AM local time. Jetlagged out of my mind and too tired to sleep.
This app reminds me that, as long as time’s existed, people have been pissed at each other. It’s not great, but at least it’s consistent.
Archaeologists in Pompeii found graffiti on the city walls with sentiments that feel somewhat familiar to me: “Epaphra, you are bald!”, ” Chie, I hope your hemorrhoids rub together so much that they hurt worse than when they ever have before!”, ““Restituta, take off your tunic, please, and show us your hairy privates”, “Epaphra is not good at ball games.” Poor Epaphra.
Waves move through this story, somewhat governed by the gravitational action of the moon. That means at certain times of the month, some parts are going to be submerged, unfortunately. That’s just what happens when you write a piece involving the sea. I can’t stand around shouting at it like a podcaster version of Canute. It won’t make any difference.
I have a doctorate, a significant chunk of which involves Quantum Computing – I’m not showing off, it’s not a very impressive thesis, but it’s relevant – but there’s one thing (well, many things) I never understood. You may have heard how Quantum Computing requires a huge amount of parallelism – many calculations being done at once. So rather than figuring out 1 + 1 OR 1 + 2, it does both at the same time. Quantum Mechanics lets you do this because Quantum bits are spooky and can be both 1 and 2 at the same time. Well, obviously it’s a bit more complicated, but that’s the basic idea – do all the calculations at once, and then pick the right answer at the end.
It’s a song called The World Outside My Window. Every day the words and music are slightly different from the day before. It contains a Garden of Branching Lyrical Paths; Somehow we always get back to the same place. Sometimes we have to go through a probabilistic journey inspired by Quantum Computing to find our way home.
(There are 573,440 possible variations of this song. Which one did you get?)
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There’s a moment in 2003’s Silent Hill 3—spoilers for an 18 year old Playstation 2 Game—when you’re visiting a creepy abandoned subway station, and you find a newspaper article about the death of a man some four months before.