And I've been thinking about life, and death (and how not-life != death), and all the things that are said about them -- and I feel that previously I've been thinking in the wrong direction. There's nothing in the universe that labels this volume here, typing at you, 'alive'. It's just a human taxonomy. So it doesn't really make any sense to talk about life in anything other than human terms. We can't reduce it any further than that, because it just doesn't make sense. And since human terms keep changing, well, that means we just have to decide for ourselves what it all means and what it's all about.
Anyway. So the ashes are being scattered and I was just expecting a symbolic handful or two and they keep on coming, more and more from this urn, and you forget how big we are really and the wind picks a few up and I have to stop myself from coughing, so even now, hours later, my throat's still dry. And they say every breath you take has an atom of Julius Caesar in it, but you never think that cycle really exists, I mean really happens, and definitely not as quickly as this, but here we are and it's only taken a week to go round and my throat's dry and the universe is one person emptier and doesn't even care, but that's okay because it's my terms that matter, when it comes down to it: So it's not the universe that's one person emptier, it's me, and I can feel that gap right here.
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Right then, it's just getting a little bit weird. Shopping for dinner last night, looking at the neck pillows (as you do), and what do I see but only my mate Andrew McCargow on the front of the executive travel bag box. And the rucksack box. I haven't seen Andrew for months (he's in .au), so not only is it good to see him, but I'm proud, like he's somehow subverted the hierarchy, and by proxy (because I know him) so have I. The other shoppers in Tesco were this close to knowing too, but Es wouldn't let me tell them.
And then, on my way back this morning, I drove for 15 minutes behind a van for DPR Windows, with the url displayed prominently on the back. The site being, of course, my first commercial one ever, and unbelievably ugly. So I just kept my head right down, so no one would recognise me, and tried not to crash into the back of it.
This objects/methods things is a bloody pain. Web application design is a bloody pain. UI -- that's a bloody pain too. Steps, or, a web application howto:
Apparently the payoff is magnificent, but to be honest I can think of things I'd prefer to be doing.
perltoot is the Perl object-oriented tutorial, part of the Perl documentation. I'm currently hunting for object and method calls design philosophy. Nothing too deep, but something useful. Looking...
Q: I think a third party has been activating my ribcage.
A: Try bothering it with a Toyota. You might find it'll draw a diagram of it.
This problem occurs when the grammar checker attempts to evaluate a long, complex sentence that includes several conjunctions such as "or" and "and" along with at least one preposition such as "of," "to," "by," or "from."
And a Word 6.x grammar bug that hangs on a certain sentence. Why? I'd love to know how these sort of things come about.
Wow: The largest living organism on Earth. How do such large organisms evolve? Where's the mechanism? Surely there's not enough intra-species competition for natural selection. Hm.
What's the biggest thing you can think of? At the limits of my imagination, really pushing my understanding, I can get as far as a large village or a small town.
I mean, really feel the size. I figure my local village is about 100,000 times larger than me in each direction. Visualising myself in that kind of space; really feeling that kind of size, it certainly seems like the maximum size I can sensibly conceive of is about a million times the size of myself.
1mm in 1km kind of makes sense (I can see them on the same scale). 1mm in 1000 km, not a chance. There's a limit of understanding there. 1:1000,000 roughly. So what I want to know is:
So many questions. Enlighten me, or just tell me what the biggest thing you can think of is.
Fresh into my inbox, the most audacious spam ever sent. I feel honoured.
Monday means new Upsideclown.
Years ago (and I mean years), when this was still all fields and I was doing Nucleus, the person I'd always want to write for me was my friend Neil. He only wrote twice, but as far as I'm concerned it was some of the best material that ever appeared in the magazine. He has a style that just resonates with me. Which all just makes it so much better that Neil is writing Upsideclown this week, and his writing gets me right there as much as ever. Love Letter: Excellent.
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