A personal library. A room dedicated to the purpose.

Reality is like society: a strong consensus is good enough and as good as you can get.

The best theories are non-deterministic, but of course we don’t know if they are the last word about reality. To put it another way, we don’t know why the math is non-deterministic in our best equations.

The old equations were deterministic, but they turned out to be wrong. Something similar may happen here.

Except the universe is full of non-determinism that we work hard to keep quiet in our toys.

First time I saw Jupiter through a telescope I got hit hard by the feeling: “Oh shit, that giant monster is real”.

I’ve seen some of its secrets during the eclipse. It’s an angry, writhing tentacled thing. Be thankful it’s so far away.

But you’re out. That processing is so intense you have to de-link nearly all environmental inputs.

But thousands of years of experience die off every day too.

Ancient Art of War. Really old RTS where food, morale and exhaustion are all-important. You’d think it’d be a micro-management nightmare but it plays smoothly. Unfortunately not multiplayer and never remade or even imitated, for some reason.

I drove by a house in my neighborhood. There was a pure white van, no windows, license was VAN 3. A man was walking towards the van dressed in white coveralls and gloves.

As I passed, I stared at him. He stared at me with cold murderers eyes. I’ve seen that look twice before and both guys turned out to be murderers.

For some definition of art.

There’s a third kind who just enjoy star wars as works of art. It’s ridiculous to care about consistency when the writers don’t

Last three are all good.

Boutros boutros ghali. I guess that’s three words.

And it’s still a thing

Turn it off after they come back from being stuck on the bottom.