I’ve consistently noticed that my “home” in my dreams, though it seems normal during the dream, almost never resembles any place where I’ve resided (nor indeed any place that I recognize).

Now I find that the principle applies not only to dwellings! I had a dream involving “my” pistol, which resembled a Walther PP — a type that I don’t think I’ve ever handled.

Something’s wrong with commenting here, it seems.

Dad’s book is gorgeous. Buy a bazillion copies.

Chaos is good: Of beating hearts; sequel

Movies: I enjoyed Key Largo (1948).

Gotta agree with Greg Egan:

Sometime in the next twenty years or so, the technology that enabled Avatar will become cheap enough to risk employing alongside a moderately intelligent script.

It is mighty pretty, though. Among the details, I particularly liked the hemispheric virtual displays in the control room: that sort of thing has been done before, of course, but stereoscopy makes it much more effective.

For objects very near to the viewpoint, the frame rate seemed to me to suffer; though (from what I read of the process) each eye gets 24 frames per second, same as standard movies. So I wonder what caused that effect.

Meanwhile, I continue to use Netflix. ( . . more . . )

I have my first grey whisker.

Gary Farber, who has occasionally commented / linked / been mentioned here, is in a bad way.

MMK where are you? Not a peep since October.

My strip representation of the hyperbolic plane inspired Vladimir Bulatov to explore weirder conformal mappings thereof. (Conformal means angles are preserved.)