- Desist from playing hopscotch with pretty secretaries outside the offices of clients. Pretending to be a trapeze artist on the walls of clients’ car parks is also to be eschewed.
- Throw away all my clothes and buy several tweed suits and sensible brogues. I might also need ‘long johns’ and trusses (I am not entirely sure what these are so I’ll check with some genuinely old people like my friends David & Mike)
- Wear a tie at all times and replace sarong with night shirt or pyjamas.
- Cultivate a grave demeanour, exude gravitas and stick to ½ a pint of bitter at pub. Getting half cut, falling on the floor and laughing hysterically are definitely off the agenda.
- No more gadgets and especially no more robots (sadly this includes voice activated battle daleks). Instead spend money on pollyfilla, raw plugs and chamois leathers.
- Start talking about sensible things. Subjects to include the M25 corridor, power tools and grouting tiles. Also the price of various lengths of woods (2x4 or something) and the relative merits of different makes of workbench. (NB Find out what one actually does with a workbench).
- Refrain from conversational topics like cannibalism, cargo cults and sexual deviancy especially on first meeting people. Bear in mind that not everyone finds medieval torture techniques that amusing.
- Stop going to Amsterdam. Walking tours of the Lake District now on the cards.
- Take up a mature hobby like fishing or car washing.
Thursday, 31 January 2008
On Nearing 50 - An Emergency Checklist
The Quantum Beach Ball
Take a gander at this BBC news article: Future directions in computing . Then ask yourself, why now and what does it all mean? And what's with all the dry ice and what is the greenish ball with its misty nimbus all about?
Is the ball – or rather the picture of the ball - some kind of visual trope? An example of metonymy, say? Is it a graphical representation of a concept associated with another? I think not – the mistiness that envelopes the ball is all pervasive. With metonymy as with metaphor and synecdoche, a degree of precision is required. "Keels ploughed the deep", to take a classic example of all three tropes.
Something here is possibly being reified. But it is reification not so much for the sake of the signified but for that of the signifier. OK, maybe the signified is just about definable – the uncanniness of quantum physics or, more generally, the perceived spookiness of hard science. A misty image standing for a vague concept. But ultimately the medium – or rather the beach ball – is the message, to paraphrase the ever tedious Marshall McLuhan.