—Atom, the building looks like a mountain!
(Snowfall gives you the same depth of field perspective enjoyed at all times by God.)
Thames at Battersea sq
Paul Ford for Businessweek:
Maybe Bitcoin’s devotees are right, and it’s the currency of the future. Or perhaps it’s a ridiculous joke—a speculative, hilarious enterprise taken to its most insane conclusion. Given that the founder is nowhere to be found, it feels like a hoax, a parody of the global economy. That the technology used to implement it has, so far, shown itself to be impeccable and completely functional, and that it’s actually being exchanged, just makes it a better joke. The truth is, it doesn’t much matter if it’s a joke or not. It works.
See also: Chris Dixon’s brief thoughts on the matter.
“Only what touches us closely preoccupies us. We prepare in solitude to face it.”
—Edmond Jabès, from The Little Book of Unsuspected Subversion, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (Stanford University Press, 1996)
It’s hard not to marvel at the crimson glow of 1966 science.
Before the digital revolution converted complex workspaces into flat-screen monitors and unobtrusive computers, the control rooms of big experiments were the ultimate in analog awesome. Our Alternating Gradient Synchrotron—still accelerating particles here at Brookhaven after 53 years—featured just such an array of custom-built electronics.
Just look at all those knobs, dials, and oscilloscopes.