Saturday, February 25, 2006

Trench Foot Discovery

Before I fall into the temptation of writing a post like "The good and adjusted the nutty Tenbrink reflections" on the Bauhaus concert (why not understand the lack of expectations of some and the other uncontrolled ecstasy, why are modernillos able to dance type belly the first chords of Bela Lugosi's Dead, etc.) and other elements of culture sinister (why some people are strange apparel of Cinema Strange and nobody is questioning a chick in panties? Is that more gothic wear masks or paper hats?? why no one says that the voice of Ian Curtis looks suspiciously like a young teenager in the process, ergo, it is a harsh and horrible voice? why Why? why?). In

Tuesday, February 7, 2006

Spanish Wedding Program Wording Fragmentary episodes, lives sutured.

lley or know what I came to run into the grave of Byron and his family. And there also was Ada Lovelace.

And is that Lady Lovelace, the first programmer, the wise and visionary mathematical mechanical, it was not the only legitimate daughter of Lord Byron. Byron and Ada never met, as the poet left his wife, Arabella Milbanke, when she was still in diapers. His mother, with whom he lived, and which Byron called the "princess of the parallelogram" infected the small interest in math and science and moved by him, met Charles Cabbage. Cabbage was working on the "analytical engine", an ancient and primitive ancestor of the computers. Although Cabbage was the inventor of genius, was Ada who unravels the languageand much more to it, creating a new one? And above all, who would you say to him when he was in Switzerland with Shelley, that while they fantasized about the monster, science and technology
her young daughter was going to go much further? The destination is usually cabritish, but must recognize that it makes sense of humor ... and there also comes, of course, my leit-motiv of Frankenstein, and my fleeting encounters with Ada Lovelace who was going to tell me that the connection between Frankenstein and the digital world was a countess, the daughter of Byron? Who was going to say that on the same pages of that magazine Frankenstein and his sister-metaphorically at least, would sleep together?