Before this all began, innocently, I asked JA:
"What preamp do you think I should use with the Moscode?"
He didn't answer
immediately,
but stood just before me,
quietly,
quietly thinking.
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Leonard Pitts gives props to Bethesda's brave librarian, who ejected some over-reaching DHS agents from the library's computer center.
I'm a reggae snob, so I began reading this article with suspicion. I was wrong, Field Maloney knows his Wailers—and he knows that the Wailers' best recordings are seldom heard here in the 'States. If you haven't heard Soul Rebels, African Herbsman, and Rasta Revolution, you haven't heard them at their best. The American releases were way too prettied up and defanged. If you think you love Bob Marley, you must hear African Herbsman. Full stop—end of story.
Oh yeah, and den you'll need a subwoofer, mon.
Yeah, I'm probably beating this one into the ground, but these are awfully darn good.
Alex Ross links to this fabulously funny informercial hawking the International Mattias Bamert Society's collection of the catchiest twelve-tone rows ever! Alban, Arny, and Anton—they're triple-Ariffic!
SciOrg is reporting that an optical-based quantum computer has successfully demonstrated "counterfactual computation," which is to say it came to its conclusion using information that is counter to what actually happened to reach a correct answer. Also, the computer did not actually run.
Call me crazy, but don't we already have a mechanism that is never turned on that processes information in ways that are counter to the facts?
"In a sense, it is the possibility that the algorithm could run which prevents the algorithm from running." Yep, we call that Congress.
Last night, I sat down for a bit with Anthony Hamilton and his open road. You're what I want. You're what I need. You touch the deepest part of me. And these loose and tenuous warbling riffs stretched out wide across my windows, parting the curtains and welcoming in the neon lights from the bar on the other side of Monmouth.
And they danced. They started slow and slight, but soon grew into a storm, hinting of thunder and heavier things. That first solid bass kick gripped me with only a touch of what it had to offer. Soon, the room was filled with enormous, rolling vibrations.…