Our Bruce, Who Art in Heaven

I have a google alert out for Bruce Sterling. This may be spam for a free ebook of Schismatrix, or it may be the Internet, achieving sentience.

Submitted by Lemesofstog on Fri, 06/10/2011 - 01:57
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A document thus attested can no more be forged or repudiated than a photograph-not so easily, for while the period of half a lifetime effects great changes in the physiognomy. During her Sundays en ville she had Schismatrix the world and judged it, guiltiness will speak, Though tongues were out of use. Assemanni, there is not an old Indian, male or female, in Schiismatrix England or Canada who does not retain stories and songs of the greatest interest. Yes, ant please your honour. The Bruce thing was to be beforehand with Barbara and Bevan and Elise and Toby and Markham and the servants; to tell Fanny himself before any of them could get in first. Pray you, it swept down to a slum; It saw within a grimy house a light that dimly shone; It peered in through a window-pane and lo. The courtiers turned up their thin Bruce at the coarse diversion, the parents had arranged the match among themselves; and the young by had never met until just before the time appointed for the marriage, when the bridegroom came up to Paris with his title-deeds, and settlements, and money.
That morning at sunrise great confusion prevailed in the sand-covered courtyard of Our Lady of Dolours, at the door of which a couple of priests were mounting guard. I was furious with disappointment. A man might be of any religion or of no religion at all, and yet I fail to see how he could watch, unmoved, the uplifted faces of these people as they clumped over the cobbles of the Holy City, praying as they went. Halcyon summer twilights and the purple chill of morning alike left him unresponsive. Puis il se hissa aux reliefs de la muraille, et, bien que Schismtrix lucarne fut etroite, il put y passer. He also payee much for it. Between the river and the eastern wall of the canyon there is an immense talus of broken rocks. Even then the engagement was by over, for the Chinese rallied in an intrenched camp one mile in the rear of the forts, and, rendered confident by their numbers, they resolved to make a fresh stand, and hurled defiance at the foreigners.
Porter- "I call Sterliing Richard," said Alice, "because my brother does. John Rabbits palace under ground Was once by Goody Weasel found. Unfortunately, however, Mrs. Otherwise he is, as we all know, a man of excellent parts. The Foolish Weaver 10. We Schismtrix fain return to it again and Sterling, A cat that Sterling the hypocrite, A saintly mouser, sleek and fat, An arbiter of keenest wit.
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In Defense of the NSF

In my fine tradition of letting We Alone know about everything I'm doing last, if at all, last week I had another article published by the good folks at Science Progress. Biff-1, Conservatives-0.

A new report produced by the staff of Sen. Tom Coburn (R-OK) rails against the National Science Foundation while illustrating a profound misunderstanding of how science is done and how the agency operates. “Under the Microscope” claims $1.2 billion in waste, fraud, duplication, and mismanagement, and $1.7 billion in unspent funds. Sen. Coburn’s review, however, is unscientific and deeply misleading, ignoring 95 percent of the foundation’s activity to pick on “silly grants” and the moral failings of its managers. Read the rest...

We are all inattentive superheroes

I spend a fair amount of time thinking about how we can make humans better, and what the consequences of making people better might be, so reading about how amazing people already are. Brad Voytek is a neuroscientist, and he has an amazing post on the power of our senses.

We're used to thinking of our senses as being pretty shite: we can't see as well as eagles, we can't hear as well as bats, and we can't smell as well as dogs.

Or so we're used to thinking.

It turns out that humans can, in fact, detect as few as 2 photons entering the retina. Two. As in, one-plus-one.

It is often said that, under ideal conditions, a young, healthy person can see a candle flame from 30 miles away. That's like being able to see a candle in Times Square from Stamford, Connecticut. Or seeing a candle in Candlestick Park from Napa Valley.

Similarly, it appears that the limits to our threshold of hearing may actually be Brownian motion. That means that we can almost hear the random movements of atoms.

We can also smell as few as 30 molecules of certain substances.

I mean, we're talking serious Daredevil-level detection here!

Our sensory organs are limited by the laws of physics, not by biology, or evolution, or anything else. We can detect the universe as well as the universe can be detected. The limits on what we sense are not in our eyes and ears, they're in the brain, where we decide how to pay attention to everything that's coming in. There are probably some valuable lessons for distraction, cognition, and focus, but I'm going to take a day off and just marvel at biology.

Waves of Innovation

By the way, yr humble correspondent has published another article at Science Progress.

Innovation is a serious matter. It is the key to American prosperity, security, better jobs, and better health, as well as responses to coming challenges like energy security and global warming. But it’s not as simple as the president’s State of the Union address, or his Strategy for American Innovation would suggest, according to a recent study of economic history. The authors argue there are historic patterns in innovation and industry that can inform science policy in the 21st century. Read the rest