...and we continue onward merrily. Or something. Progress achieved for today. More progress must yet be achieved. In fact, a lot more. But this week is all about achieving progress. Yay, progress. *shoots his assignments*. Better yet, *sics pirates on them*
At least they're starting to get toward mass-producible solar cells. Guess now we can start making jokes about sticking them where the sun don't shine.
Remember Fred Phelps? The guy whose church makes a nuisance of itself protesting all about the country? The people responsible for such wonderful things as godhatesfags? He's planning on arriving here. While both sides are slated to be peaceful about the entire affair, one almost wishes that pandemic violence would erupt. Of course, a sobering thought is that's what's been happening in Paris for the last ten days. So I suppose we should be glad that most people laugh it off when neocons complain about a business partnership between a "wholesome" doll manufacturer and a group that intends on empowering girls, even the ones that might not fit the mold the dolls are cast in. Strange times we live in. The types where the satire of enforcing a geek dress code again might be taken seriously. Has been for many years before this, still is in some places.
A pair of philosophies - the first, that the universe values diversity above all else, and that ethics might be restructurable to reflect this particular point to good effect. There's a lively discussion beneath it about how much diversity is the balance point to be maximally good for us. The other is about the changeover of our culture from one of words to one of images. The article author takes a dim view (there's a visual pun for ya) on the transition from prose to Photoshop. My profession wants people to be using their word skills, not their image skills. Besides, while you can show an object, the skill in being able to describe it is in the words. The language might still survive, but an image-based society may or may not keep around all of those wonderful words, and instead be more of a Newspeak society.
Class tomorrow. No breakfast cereals, but it's a snacking-enabled class, so I might be able to get through it long enough to get down to lunch. Hopefully, by the end of tomorrow, everything will be squared away in one way or another.
At least they're starting to get toward mass-producible solar cells. Guess now we can start making jokes about sticking them where the sun don't shine.
Remember Fred Phelps? The guy whose church makes a nuisance of itself protesting all about the country? The people responsible for such wonderful things as godhatesfags? He's planning on arriving here. While both sides are slated to be peaceful about the entire affair, one almost wishes that pandemic violence would erupt. Of course, a sobering thought is that's what's been happening in Paris for the last ten days. So I suppose we should be glad that most people laugh it off when neocons complain about a business partnership between a "wholesome" doll manufacturer and a group that intends on empowering girls, even the ones that might not fit the mold the dolls are cast in. Strange times we live in. The types where the satire of enforcing a geek dress code again might be taken seriously. Has been for many years before this, still is in some places.
A pair of philosophies - the first, that the universe values diversity above all else, and that ethics might be restructurable to reflect this particular point to good effect. There's a lively discussion beneath it about how much diversity is the balance point to be maximally good for us. The other is about the changeover of our culture from one of words to one of images. The article author takes a dim view (there's a visual pun for ya) on the transition from prose to Photoshop. My profession wants people to be using their word skills, not their image skills. Besides, while you can show an object, the skill in being able to describe it is in the words. The language might still survive, but an image-based society may or may not keep around all of those wonderful words, and instead be more of a Newspeak society.
Class tomorrow. No breakfast cereals, but it's a snacking-enabled class, so I might be able to get through it long enough to get down to lunch. Hopefully, by the end of tomorrow, everything will be squared away in one way or another.
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