Interface / Fragments

Random, in the early hours. Heat presses in at cool windows.

I have been thinking of the world as an interface. Not a very original thought I'm sure but an interesting one, none-the-less. There seems to be so much math woven into things. I often wish I had a greater capacity in that area. I have one math trick (figuring out a tip) and I do that one almost entirely visually.

I have also always wanted to have more languages, including gestural ones. The greater the number of ways in which you can think, the greater number of things you can think about.

I think.

I tend to feel somewhat embarassed and oddly protective of constructs such as these. Things that mimic human form and function seem so fragile and ungainly...but also so innocent and in need of nurturing.

Time, too -- there's another thing that fascinates. Jonathon Keats' project sounds lushly cool. He wants to mount a camera in a hotel room and take one, hundred year long, photo. His hope is to photograph time. I'm not sure if this is the way to do that -- but it certainly is a neat concept. I'd really like to see that image, that hundred year blink. For some reason I picture it as pale and ghostly. Maybe abstract, with hints of figures. It'd be fun to book a night in that room, to get recorded in the photograph, layered-into a spectral slice of time.

Ah, later still.

I finally finished reading Greg Bear's novel, Slant. An impressive and enjoyable work that has kept me up well past my intended bed time.

Now I'm getting kind of smeary and dense. The futon will feel good against my back...but first this.

And then a glass of water.

'nite.