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[My ship came in after 2 conspicuous-here years of sitting by the dock, so I'm a little distracted on another deck nowadays. But here is another idle moment.]
TWO PIECES OF HISTORY, RELATED SOMEHOW. Time setting: Calculators were called adding machines. That was the closest to personal computers. Anyone lucky enough to have access to any kind of computer was downright lucky. Measured in dog year$, it required the kind of investment that could've only happened during a cold war.
#1. "Documentation Rack." Now called a browser, this thing was a thousands-paper-page reference on wheels. It had every detail about the technology in the room. What room? See #2.
That place had a documentation rack and a handful of space-age display computers(IMLACs) with a luxurious 2K memory each, running from a mainframe with 36-bit words.
That place also had 2 uppercase-only text editors, a 120/60 x 72 dpi lineprinter, a chalkboard, a whiteboard, an AM radio, a vector plotter, a scrolling Teletype, and walls full of graphics made with all of those except the radio.
What that place also had, which reminds of this place, was a somewhat-variable circuit of persons (and two gorillas, unlike here, but who knows) ready to share, and show off, everything they'd learned and suspected so far.
Another aspect, also like here, was complete lack of privacy. Whatever anyone showed someone else was picked up by everyone else. I learned about speech formants from a pioneer of voice recognition technology who is now entirely deaf.
(Perhaps the biggest difference between those days and now is what that disk space was so precious that almost everything was deleted in order to make space for the next. Except for the printouts on the walls.)
12:31 AM
One of these days stackwhatever will send us a message whenever someone edits an answer. (Yes, it's already been whined one metameta.)
Perhaps one of these days stackwhatever will allow us to leave time capsules to verify correct answers in case space has intervened.
By now I have to take an old computer's drive to the store just to dig up worksheets for previously unsolved Ps.
@boboquack , I was never fully @human, but thank you for noticing! Unlike @Pinocchio, though, my true desire was to become @murn. (The deeper meaning is that I've been unveiled elsewhere, so why not here.)
(I saw some others' early unanonymous displays that went so wrong that I've been latent ever since. @Hmm, maybe @latnt would be a good name. Or @unanonyms . . .)
The version of intuition they referred to was about making a decision without compelling information.
Sometimes intuition works, sometimes not. But it was a sincere and spontaneous answer. Is sincerety/spontaneity somewhat like intuition?
Second answer was that I have intuition about what someone means when they say something, whether or not they know the words.
This time it was strictly about choosing the right door without knowing who's a truth-teller or who's a liar or who's mercurial.
So I, at last, got it and followed up with, "when you chose to move here, that was a great decision based on almost no information!"
Might've been luck on their part. Seemed like intuition. Those lucky enough to have intuition that serves are here to tell.
2:16 AM
Everything about life is another clue toward another step. My Angel not only calls but visits. My Gift calls while on the phone with my Angel. I don't double-flash, but now my "Gift" will call again after taking care of some business. This can happen after a hundred (give or take) years of taking all comers.
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2:58 AM
Speaking of music... some random improv for reflection. (pretend mistakes do not exist.) dropbox.com/s/4c8rthorl1u74jq/Beyond%20The%20Void.m4a?dl=0
Everyone is 100 going on 3 far as I'm concerned. Many feel complimented and then insulted, until understood.
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3:48 AM
How frustrating. To hear her play, or speak, is music beyond words. Perhaps she thinks its beyond notation.
Remember the (mis)quote: I was born knowing everything about everything. Through contact with those who knew more about less, along with those who knew little about everything, now I know almost nothing about almost everything.
(Thanks again for the pas de deux, @thecoder16, sweet dreams! Now it's on to prove how nature abhors a vacuum.)
5:00 AM
from the Better Late Than Never Dept.: seeking VTC:too broad on puzzling.stackexchange.com/questions/57505/…
5:41 AM
As if anyone cares, I just hung up with my muse, saying "dream of me, just to balance it." She said, "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."
Makes me want to post some kickshit music just to prove I'm still subhumn. Not it the mood at the moment, though. Stay tuned.
6:22 AM
Nobody else? I'm doing all kinds of TLAs right now. Listening to NPR, watching DVR, cooking MWO, turning on TPO. What's the LST UCD? DVNTR. (In other words, please post AYT while IMNL . . .)
Doesn't this place know an innocent taunt? Or don't I know a worthless one? Either way, these are open airwaves right now.
My previous lover touched me as if she owned me. Guess that's how I want to touch this place. If you're like me you'll belly up and say this is what I've always wanted. If you're also like me you'll say tickle me again.
7:09 AM
At the moment I'm helping to revolutionisze F/H transforms into random binary. It's what both those F/H's wouldn've loved to think of. Some of my Ps tried to show it.
@BoboQ, when will you show your true feathers? Took me more than half a century, and still didn't quite.
(I want a revolution. Intellectual, because here it isn't physical. Anyone who has counted my scars knows that I'll go either way.)
All any of us wants is what's fortuitous, if only it were understandable and desirable. You figure it out.
Someone please sign an image, or preferably video, to keep me from sailing away to a world without technology!
Actually, it stitches lean of there, where someone's feelings balance. Speaking as an editor, I want every author's confidence intact.
Where someone's confidence holds, their contribution flourishes. (That's poetry, by the way, as well sa encouragement.)
(The only differences between Drump and me is that I'm not so presient and and that I'm not so in denial.)
I can only guess there are two reasons why nobody turns off my feed: a) it doesn't do as much harm as I imagine. b) c) you know I'll figure out how to relead it. d) it's not worth the efforts. e) Who'd notice?
Whenever someone takes the trouble to say something, in any language, I first pretend to understand and second try to understand.
And if someone thinks I get what they mean, they'll get onto what they wanted to get across all along.
Now everyone knows my secret. Works every time. All you have to do is to let someone know that you have a glimmer of what they wished anyone would understand.
(Here is where it happens. The roots are strong, the true story is where they become shoots. What blossoms can be sweet or sour, all in an attempt to flower.)
10:31 AM
I have two life goals, Forget that #??? bucket list. #1. Return to Dolores Valley, or whatever it's called (Paradox); the thing winds through the most amazing layers. #2. Resteep that Gateway enscarpment, or whatever it's called now. Look them up so I won't. Go there on a good day.
Am I the only one know knows Yes music? They did get me through the canyons, but there must be more.
One night I took the love of my life on the most harrowing drive of her life -- twists, cliffs and turns -- to this music. We almost died. She had the time of her life. The timing worked out amazingly. Try it for yourself. But. Drive safely!
Another time she and I got stuck in the muck to a different tune. Got out again, but not so musically. Not all puzzles are solved with music!
Two of the most soulful instruments. I thought of euphonium as a technical gymnambulum until we played together. Since then it's some kind of surrogate lover.
If you haven't played something as low as cello or euphonium, or tuba or string bass, you haven't played in a way that makes someone else feel felt.
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A table is set with 13 large numbered (and thus distinguishable) bins. We have 5 red balls (indistinguishable ones) and 8 blue balls (also indistinguishable). We are interested in the number of ways to serve the blue and red balls on the plates. The order of serving is important. Imagine we were...
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@lauir this one is really messy, but 2:56 is an example of how random harmonies come from quite literally banging your hand against the piano a few times. dropbox.com/s/zsofcldhuh08o6j/TAKE00.WAV?dl=0try
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