This is why it’s important to do an image search for ‘Frasier’ every now and again.
Charlie Hoey: The Tumblr: Programming Moments
Looking through some code, listening to Jackie Mittoo, realizing I just spent a good 20 minutes getting a lot done entirely inside my head. Just clicking around, reminding myself of where things are, reading some docs, sipping my coffee, making decisions. Untangling a knot.
I try not to forget that everyday we are building machines with our minds, little repeatable electron storms. Keyboards convert our ideas into tiny etchings of magnetic information on a hard drive, that when played back through an electronic brain, breathe and react to stimulus. Monitors magnify that process. Isn’t crazy to think about it that way? A terminal window full of code files is just a microscope for your hard drive. You’re writing things that move a little arm around that makes tiny electromagnetic dots on it. All these things are happening all day long. We’re instructing a robotic stylus how to etch a whirring platinum disc just so.
Oh fuck.
what does space smell like?
Each time, when I repressurized the airlock, opened the hatch, and greeted my tired returning friends, a peculiar essence drifting about the newly repressurized chamber tickled my olfactory senses. I noticed that the smell was coming from the spacesuit fabric, the tools, and any other equipment that had been brought inside. It was more pronounced on fabrics than on metal or plastic surfaces.
Reptiles have smell sensors located not within their nasal passage, but on the roof of their mouth. They smell by waving their moist tongue in the air, then pressing it against the roof of their mouth, thus indirectly transferring molecules from the air to the olfactory sensors. It occurred to me that I was smelling the essence of space through an indirect transfer, in a manner not unlike that of our lizard friends.
It’s pretty cool that space smells like metal.
No response. Weird.
