I dug this out of my photo collection because of a tenuous connection with an exchange of work email*, but couldn’t resist posting it here.
Spotted in a cafe in the Blue Mountains. The ones near Sydney, not those in Jamaica. And no mention at all of civet cat scat.
*Well, I was there to co-present a paper for ESET at AVAR. Sydney, that is, not Katoomba. That was a bit of our add-on holiday.
Sometimes, I actually remember to write down fleeting thoughts before they have fleeted (yes, that really is a verb). Occasionally, they turn up on a piece of paper somewhere.
There is a brand of tee shirt that uses the slogan ‘The older I get, the better I was.’ Or something like that. I don’t know if I’d come across that when I wrote this little memo to myself.
‘The older I get, the more my memory is prone to hash collisions.’
This is probably a disadvantage for a researcher and occasional historian.
…isn’t the screen telling me ‘Windows are closing down’?