May 20th, 2002

Monday morning...

...and another week begins with the traditional LJ weekend update.

After the lack of success of our initial plans for the weekend, when BA cancelled all the planes to Jersey, meaning that we had to miss a good old friend's wedding, the weekend turned into a quiet one.

Saturday was a bit of a null day, as marypcb was extremely tired after her trip to Cupertino. I ended up geeking out too much, fiddling with a new piece of software for the iPod, which was much better at handling file transfers than XPlay. So I spent far too long reworking MP3 ID3 tags - but there are now 750 or tracks on the iPod, which should last a while. It also meant I discovered how much I really like Loop Guru.

Sunday was a bit better, though we over slept and ended up having to miss seeing AToC, so we went for a picnic on the banks of the Thames somewhere near Walton. I got quite a bit further through The Chosen (more thoughts on it later, as I should finish later today - suffice it to say that I'm so far feeling it's in a similar space within the literature of the fantastic to Perdido Street Station), and we watched the boats and swans potter up and down the river. It's quite amazing what you can find in the fridge when you want to make a picnic - herb salad leaves, florida salad, parma ham, tomatoes, aubergine dip - even some maple leaf fudge from last weekend's Canadian wedding in Paris.

We spent the evening laying carpet in the toilet (we had some left over from the lounge, which with a little trimming fitted quite well). It looks so much nicer than the grey stuff that was left over from before we bought the flat 5 years ago. I cleared out the stack of magazines and comics, and made sure they were up to date. You can tell ours is a fannish house, as we keep plenty to read in the loo...
  • Current Music
    The Orb's Adventures Beyond the Ultraworld - Back Side Of The Moon

My head hurts...

A link on Charlie's blog took me to this paper. It's really mind blowing stuff, re-evaluating Freeman Dyson's (and by extension Frank Tipler's Physics of Immortality) work in the light of recent astrophysical and cosmological observations.

I'm still not sure what sort of life would persist in the ultimate, but still, where there's life there's hope...

...and story ideas...

"Valna was the sword, I was the shield. We fell screaming through time, from the cold dark to the warm bright. We fell screaming to the young universe, to the home of the ancestral minds. Carrying the seeds of a different tomorrow, we left the eternal dying."

Another fragment that'll someday become something. Two asteroid sized intelligences from the far far future falling through a wormhole, falling billions of years (and light years), carrying the seeds of a transcendent post human future. Unfortunately they arrive late (or is it early?), to find that the initial Vingean singularity happened 250 Kyear back, and they're not as all powerful as they thought they would be.

The result? A war between gods at slower than light speeds, with just newly post-humans from one of the back-up worlds caught up in the fringes while still coming to terms with the way things are away from their carefully sheltered world and its cycles of regular managed catastrophes that have kept them at a roughly 20th century technology level for the last 200 Kyear or so...
  • Current Music
    Marillion and the Positive Light - Tales From The Engine Room - Face 1004

Losing my heroes...

...one by one. I guess it's a sign that we're all getting older.

Today it was Stephen Jay Gould. When I was a kid I wanted to be a paleontologist. These days I still have my collection of fossils I've found (and my secret place for picking up mother of pearl ammonites). It was books by people like Gould that inspired me. In fact, it's those books that still inspire me. I may spend my life working in abstract spaces of systems architectures and knowledge engineering constructs, but I still can reach out and touch the rock and see where we came from.

Thank you, Dr Gould. Thank you.
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