Does everyone who owns an iPod give it a name? I thought that was one of my personal quirks, but apparently Mac Diva owns an iPod named Titania. Mine is Iggy, which is short for Iggy the Insane iPod, because, though I love it dearly, it has frequent schizoid episodes. One of its favorite tricks is quickly running everything on the playlist across the screen while not actually playing anything, as if to say, "Fool, here are the 700-and-some songs you've loaded that I will not let you hear." Or switching after a minute to a different song. Or playing something entirely different than what it says on the screen. This was especially disconcerting when I let my son load some of his music on there so he could take it with him on a trip. Supposedly I'm listening to Joni Mitchell, but she sounds an awful lot like Public Enemy.
"Hochfahrende Computer sagen uns, dass wir sterblich sind." Franz Zauner, Hochfahrende Computer, NZZ-Folio
ob sie bei den abitreffen gerster wohl flo nennen? oder flori?
Dreißig Minuten "Wetten, das" gesehen. Was sich die DNS so alles ausdenken kann, und das dann alles auf einem einzigen Zellhaufen.
Schöne, schon ein wenig ältere Geschichte aus dem Heft 3/1999 des hochverehrten "Atlantic Monthly", verfasst von Harvey Cox, a professor of divinity at Harvard University, ein Beruf, um den ich den Mann mit einer Inbrunst beneide, die vermutlich nicht zu meinen Gunsten spricht. The Market as God:
"(...)Omniscience is a little harder to gauge than omnipotence. Maybe The Market has already achieved it but is unable -- temporarily -- to apply its gnosis until its Kingdom and Power come in their fullness. Nonetheless, current thinking already assigns to The Market a comprehensive wisdom that in the past only the gods have known. The Market, we are taught, is able to determine what human needs are, what copper and capital should cost, how much barbers and CEOs should be paid, and how much jet planes, running shoes, and hysterectomies should sell for. But how do we know The Market's will? (...)"