OR: “The Format which I Fear-might destroy my ‘Fermat’s last Floor-mat’:
Guess I ought re-do- this post
For easier viewing by the ‘Shrinking Universe‘ crowd.
The immortal Pierre de Fermat famously scribbled:
“I have discovered an amazing theorem, the margins of this page being too narrow to contain its proof.”
So… how are y’all doing reading this on yer bite-size screens?
To me, a ‘computer‘ is a robust box on a desk, holding components you can hold in your hand, and replace if needed without an electron microscope.
Text is, at the least, the sentence-length of a cheap paperback book; pictures are real viewable images, not minuscule thumbnails, and a keyboard is a tactile human-sized analog of the proven typewriter.
And so even my attractive latest ‘add-to-shopping-cart’ home-decor item, (the above-mentioned floor-mat) is at least large enough to scrub a pair of homo-sapien’s feet on. The artfully rendered and embossed image there-on (created and manufactured by Americans, in America, (albeit from 7 countries-of-origin at last count) shows a road-kill-flattened, presumably dead Fermat taking up most of the scene, but crowded ignominiously by border icons and ‘apps‘ on the margins.
I cannot but admire the fellow; gave his life to pry into the mathematical guts of our life on this planet, and presumably any other where two times two equals four.
Still, this post is less a love-letter than… um… hate-mail(?) Nah, make that ‘WTF?’-mail.’
Ok, I’ve actually built car-seat platforms for passenger-side monitors, inverter power-supplies, removable mouse and keyboard plywood panels. All in order to have a ‘portability’ option for a ‘man-sized’ real computer. Dunna-wanna work, I’ll now admit. And even a lap-top is an epic-fail outdoors… because of screen-glare/ sun-blindness (choose one).
But for now, I prefer to die, life-sized, as my beloved “Last Fermat”… over the sheeple option of trying to execute anything digitally-serious on a wrist-watch.
Yes, at last count, 9 out of ten pedestrians here were disgustingly observed walking the street with some small zombie-device held in front of their oblivious gaze. (Only up-side is that I can now masturbate in public with no fear of being noticed.) Jus’ kidding, of course, but their unprecedented un-awareness of our local Earth, its flora and fauna, and the sun and moon have me nightly sobbing over the dismal future of Humanity.
To my relief, I can, still, distinguish between a reply ‘sent-from-my-watch’ and a response from a fellow fossil like me. Certainly, one can still click ‘Like’ on a key-chain dongle, but a comment like “…perhaps you neglected Euler, Gauss, Pascal, and Poisson in your line-up of floor-mat super-stars?’ can only have been typed by a fellow Koolaid-Refuse-nik dear to my heart.
Sooo.. is The End Nigh? I seriously wanna know/ JS