Daily Noodle, and other observations

[ellarien]

I was up way too late last night watching the flare, and I really mean to try to go to bed early tonight. There has to be some way I can use that; the fascination of watching a trace on a screen and knowing what it means. I remember sheer joy in the abstract beauty of an upside-down exponential curve, the first time I got my experimental setup working for my doctoral research. At the end of a long day I pressed a key and there it was, an azure line leaping up and flattening out on the coarse-grained monitor screen as my ice sample charged up between its capacitor plates, and my heart leapt with it.

The Shipwights, it seems, like to leave pieces of abstract installation art lying around the place; this is some kind of communication.

After two days of unseasonal warmth and perfect light, the sky has disappeard behind a thin layer of grey, flat and soft as lint on a filter.