Reflections on science, technology, and computing — leavened by personal experience


N.B. This is an old article, written a decade ago, but shared only informally with a few. In today’s uncertain world, it seems appropriate to share it more widely. The news spread through the community as most things do – a whisper here, a brief allusion there. Everyone seemed to know, but nobody dared talk…

My wallet was empty, and the cabinets held just two cans of corn. Payday was at least a week away, and I had some important culinary decisions to make.

Go now, my child, and play with your toys. It’s where your dreams are born.

If the personal computer is a bicycle for the mind, then a supercomputer is a carbon fiber composite racing bicycle.

The explosion of tailored communications and personal preferences can trap any one of us in a self-reinforcing echo chamber.