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From the dynamics of social networks to market bubbles, science has a lot to say about the world of technology.One of the great discoveries of modern science was the realization of how interconnected the world is. The relevant to technologists.
The recently discovered science of complex systems is about common patterns that span diverse disciplines from physics to biology, from ecology to economics. This recent science of patterns is directly relevant to what we are doing around the Web. In this post we will discuss 5 different books that will get you fired up about modern science.deterministic, Newtonian view of a clockwork Universe was replaced by the much more dynamic, uncertain and entangled world of Quantum Mechanics. The new world is the one where Godel forever cut hopes for completeness in mathematics and Turing showed that computation, like the future, is fundamentally unpredictable. Despite these unexpected setbacks, modern science is wonderful, powerful and thought provoking - and
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
John Singleton Copley The Tribute Money
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had a habit of going round to atheists' houses and smashing their windows.
There was a faint sound, hardly louder than the noise of the bees in the rosemary by the road. It had a curiously level, in accordance with the laws of conservation of energy. So it bared its fangs and charged.
"What a strange creature," Twoflower remarked,
"Is it dangerous?"bony quality, as of rolling skulls or a whirling dicebox. Rincewind peered around. There was no-one nearby.For some reason that worried him.Then came a slight breeze, that grew and went in the space of a few heartbeats. It left the world unchanged save in a few interesting particulars. There was now, for example, a five-metre tall mountain troll standing in the road. It was exceptionally angry. This was partly because trolls generally are, in any case, but it was exacerbated by the fact that the sudden and instantaneous teleportation from its lair in the Rammerorck Mountains three thousand miles away and a thousand yards closer to the Rim had raised its internal temperature to a dangerous
had a habit of going round to atheists' houses and smashing their windows.
There was a faint sound, hardly louder than the noise of the bees in the rosemary by the road. It had a curiously level, in accordance with the laws of conservation of energy. So it bared its fangs and charged.
"What a strange creature," Twoflower remarked,
"Is it dangerous?"bony quality, as of rolling skulls or a whirling dicebox. Rincewind peered around. There was no-one nearby.For some reason that worried him.Then came a slight breeze, that grew and went in the space of a few heartbeats. It left the world unchanged save in a few interesting particulars. There was now, for example, a five-metre tall mountain troll standing in the road. It was exceptionally angry. This was partly because trolls generally are, in any case, but it was exacerbated by the fact that the sudden and instantaneous teleportation from its lair in the Rammerorck Mountains three thousand miles away and a thousand yards closer to the Rim had raised its internal temperature to a dangerous
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Jean Francois Millet The Angelus
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lofur's palace was repulsive: rancid seal fat, dung, blood, refuse of every sort. Lyra pushed back her hood to be cooler, but she couldn't help wrinkling her nose. She hoped bears couldn't read human expressions. There were iron brackets every few yards, holding blubber lamps, and in their flaring shadows it wasn't always easy to see where she with damp, and there was one stone bench for furniture. In the farthest corner there was a heap of rags she took for bedding, and that was all she could see.
Lyra sat down, with Pantalaimon on her shoulder, and felt in her clothes for the alethiomewas treading, either.Finally they stopped outside a heavy door of iron. A guard bear pulled back a massive bolt, and the sergeant suddenly swung his paw at Lyra, knocking her head over heels through the doorway. Before she could scramble up, she heard the door being bolted behind her.It was profoundly dark, but Pantalaimon became a firefly, and shed a tiny glow around them. They were in a narrow cell where the walls dripped ter.
lofur's palace was repulsive: rancid seal fat, dung, blood, refuse of every sort. Lyra pushed back her hood to be cooler, but she couldn't help wrinkling her nose. She hoped bears couldn't read human expressions. There were iron brackets every few yards, holding blubber lamps, and in their flaring shadows it wasn't always easy to see where she with damp, and there was one stone bench for furniture. In the farthest corner there was a heap of rags she took for bedding, and that was all she could see.
Lyra sat down, with Pantalaimon on her shoulder, and felt in her clothes for the alethiomewas treading, either.Finally they stopped outside a heavy door of iron. A guard bear pulled back a massive bolt, and the sergeant suddenly swung his paw at Lyra, knocking her head over heels through the doorway. Before she could scramble up, she heard the door being bolted behind her.It was profoundly dark, but Pantalaimon became a firefly, and shed a tiny glow around them. They were in a narrow cell where the walls dripped ter.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Franz Marc Foxes
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escaped dasmons.
"A research student called McKay," said one of the men. "But there are automatic mechanisms to prevent this sort of thing happening-"
"They "It did. Unfortunately, it rang when everyone was outside, taking part in the fire drill."
"But when you went back inside-"
"Unfortunately, both alarms are on the same circuit; that's a design fault that will have didn't work," she said."With respect, they did, Mrs. Coulter. McKay assures us that he locked all the cages when he left the building at eleven hundred hours today. The outer door of course would not have been open in any case, because he entered and left by the inner door, as he normally did. There's a code that has to be entered in the ordinator controlling the locks, and there's a record in its memory of his doing so. Unless that's done, an alarm goes off.""But the alarm didn't go off," she said.
escaped dasmons.
"A research student called McKay," said one of the men. "But there are automatic mechanisms to prevent this sort of thing happening-"
"They "It did. Unfortunately, it rang when everyone was outside, taking part in the fire drill."
"But when you went back inside-"
"Unfortunately, both alarms are on the same circuit; that's a design fault that will have didn't work," she said."With respect, they did, Mrs. Coulter. McKay assures us that he locked all the cages when he left the building at eleven hundred hours today. The outer door of course would not have been open in any case, because he entered and left by the inner door, as he normally did. There's a code that has to be entered in the ordinator controlling the locks, and there's a record in its memory of his doing so. Unless that's done, an alarm goes off.""But the alarm didn't go off," she said.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Frida Kahlo Diego and I
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confused. Pantalaimon leaped down to comfort her.
Lyra worked quickly, and within a few minutes every daemon was free. Some were trying to speak, and they clustered around her feet and even tried to pluck at her leggings, though the taboo held them back. She could tell why, poor things; they missed the heavy solid warmth of their humans' bodies; just as Pantalaimon would have done, they footprints you've made; I'll cover them up. Hurry now...."
"Oh, please! Before you go! Witches...They do fly, don't they? I wasn't dreaming when I saw them flying the other night?"
"Yes, child; why?"
"Could they pull a balloon?"longed to press themselves against a heartbeat."Now, quick," said the goose. "Lyra, you must run back and mingle with the other children. Be brave, child. The gyptians are coming as fast as they can. I must help these poor daemons to find their people...." He came closer and said quietly, "But they'll never be one again. They're sundered forever. This is the most wicked thing I have ever seen....Leave the
confused. Pantalaimon leaped down to comfort her.
Lyra worked quickly, and within a few minutes every daemon was free. Some were trying to speak, and they clustered around her feet and even tried to pluck at her leggings, though the taboo held them back. She could tell why, poor things; they missed the heavy solid warmth of their humans' bodies; just as Pantalaimon would have done, they footprints you've made; I'll cover them up. Hurry now...."
"Oh, please! Before you go! Witches...They do fly, don't they? I wasn't dreaming when I saw them flying the other night?"
"Yes, child; why?"
"Could they pull a balloon?"longed to press themselves against a heartbeat."Now, quick," said the goose. "Lyra, you must run back and mingle with the other children. Be brave, child. The gyptians are coming as fast as they can. I must help these poor daemons to find their people...." He came closer and said quietly, "But they'll never be one again. They're sundered forever. This is the most wicked thing I have ever seen....Leave the
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Caravaggio St. John the Baptist
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bridge, and white light at the masthead; and three or four men on deck, working urgently at things she couldn't see.
She hurried up the wooden gangway ahead of Farder Coram, and looked around with excitement. Pantalaimon became a Jack Verhoeven's dead, perhaps you've heard. And his boys captured."
"We have bad news too," said Farder Coram, and told of their encounter with the flying spirits.
John Faa shook his great head, but didn't reproach them.
"Where is the creature now?" he said.
Farder Coram took out the leaf tin and laid it on the table. Such a furious buzzing monkey and clambered up the derrick at once, but she called him down again; Farder Coram wanted them indoors, or below, as you called it on board ship.Down some stairs, or a companionway, there was a small saloon where John Faa was talking quietly with Nicholas Rokeby, the gyptian in charge of the vessel. John Faa did nothing hastily. Lyra was waiting for him to greet her, but he finished his remarks about the tide and pilotage before turning to the incomers."Good evening, friends," he said. "Poor
bridge, and white light at the masthead; and three or four men on deck, working urgently at things she couldn't see.
She hurried up the wooden gangway ahead of Farder Coram, and looked around with excitement. Pantalaimon became a Jack Verhoeven's dead, perhaps you've heard. And his boys captured."
"We have bad news too," said Farder Coram, and told of their encounter with the flying spirits.
John Faa shook his great head, but didn't reproach them.
"Where is the creature now?" he said.
Farder Coram took out the leaf tin and laid it on the table. Such a furious buzzing monkey and clambered up the derrick at once, but she called him down again; Farder Coram wanted them indoors, or below, as you called it on board ship.Down some stairs, or a companionway, there was a small saloon where John Faa was talking quietly with Nicholas Rokeby, the gyptian in charge of the vessel. John Faa did nothing hastily. Lyra was waiting for him to greet her, but he finished his remarks about the tide and pilotage before turning to the incomers."Good evening, friends," he said. "Poor
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Salvador Dali Manhattan Skyline
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Now Lyra was completely dazed.
"Yes," she said. "They said I was-they said they-they said Lord Asriel put me there because my mother and father died in an airship accident. That's what they told me."
"Ah, did ," John Faa went on. "When he was a young man, Lord Asriel went exploring all over the North, and came back with a great fortune. And he was a high-spirited man, quick to anger, a passionate man.
"And your mother, she was passionate too. Not so well born as him, but a clever woman. A Scholar, even, and those who saw her said she was very beautiful. She and your father, they fell in love as soon's they met.they. Well now, child, I'm a going to tell you a story, a true story. I know it's true, because a gyptian woman told me, and they all tell the truth to John Faa and Farder Coram. So this is the truth about yourself, Lyra. Your father never perished in no airship accident, because your father is Lord Asriel."Lyra could only sit in wonder."Here's how it came about
Now Lyra was completely dazed.
"Yes," she said. "They said I was-they said they-they said Lord Asriel put me there because my mother and father died in an airship accident. That's what they told me."
"Ah, did ," John Faa went on. "When he was a young man, Lord Asriel went exploring all over the North, and came back with a great fortune. And he was a high-spirited man, quick to anger, a passionate man.
"And your mother, she was passionate too. Not so well born as him, but a clever woman. A Scholar, even, and those who saw her said she was very beautiful. She and your father, they fell in love as soon's they met.they. Well now, child, I'm a going to tell you a story, a true story. I know it's true, because a gyptian woman told me, and they all tell the truth to John Faa and Farder Coram. So this is the truth about yourself, Lyra. Your father never perished in no airship accident, because your father is Lord Asriel."Lyra could only sit in wonder."Here's how it came about
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