Friday, March 6, 2009

"Runs like a charm...

...If you find dicks are charming. "

I was mentally laughing at this quip as I was riding my motorcycle last night. I was enjoying the warm wind in my face, as well as the backfires and rattleing, when suddenly for no reason at all it stalls and wont start again.
A stroke of mechanical karma?
My machine punishing me for thinking derrogatory thoughts about it?

No, just me forgetting that motorcyles run on gasoline and not fairy dandruff and unicorn farts. Luckily I was only a few blocks (and only one hill) away from a gas station, so I got it filled with only a modicum of inconveinience and exertion.

My "Cog Sci Idea" from a few posts back wasn't terribly well received by the professor I sent it to. He responded "I don't mean to discourage your creativity, but I have no idea what you just said." I was discouraged at first, but as I went back and read it, I thought to myself "... hmm yes, perhaps I should not send caffiene-fueled flashes of 'inspiration' to professors after midnight without first reading them over the next day."

In other words, I'm not sure it makes as much sense as I thought it did. I still think there's some merit to the idea, but I'm further away from the solution than I thought. Aside from that, I think I'm essentially re-creating Baum's argument.

I stopped by Highlands, had some conversations about Art and AI, and a freind suggested that I throw a tesla coil into my sculpture project. I'm not sure how that fits, but tesla coils are extremely awesome and I'm sure I can find something that seems reasonable.


Oh, XKCD. How apropos.