Thoughts from a Bafta nominated Podcaster, Blogger, Writer and Commentator.
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. So let me get this right. I walk through a door, sit down in a tube for a few hours, stand up and walk out the tube again. Do that three times, and I won’t be in Texas any more, but back home in Edinburgh? Magic.
At 09:46 GMT on the morning of 11 September in the exceptionaly beautiful summer… moving at fifty kilometres a second, a thousand tons of rock and metal impacted on the plains of northern Italy… six hundred thousand people died, and the total damage was more than a trillion dollars. Of all the dates, in all the year, he had to choose that one for Rendezvous with Rama.
Sometimes a passage in a book stands out at me, even though I’ve read it many times before. This, from today, is a classic example of just that: “I don’t think the verb “twittering” seems right. We must decide how these fellows talk.” Stanley Kubrick pp48, The Lost Worlds of 2001, Arthur C Clarke. So what did Kubrick know that we didn’t? And have we got ourselves a “Mineshaft Gap 2.0” between the tweets and the, ehrm, tweezers?
