That motorbike is more memorable to me than any paint on canvas I've seen there. Beautiful and intricate, but for aesthetic appreciation only. Not to mention it brings to mind the story of the guy who made a wooden car. With wooden wheels, wooden engine and all. It wooden go.
I get a similar appreciation from real hacking - twisting a piece of software or hardware in an unexpected direction. For example, using an entire serial port, capable of complicated two-way communications, as a simple open/closed door sensor by sticking a reed switch across it.
I loved that motorbike. I loved the gorgeous pointlessness of it, the bizarre obsessive compulsive joy of it. I especially liked how it gave the more serious art a bit of the finger.
Thanks for the remembering. (And I agree about the insomnia, how can people who suffer from it *every* *night* manage?)
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I get a similar appreciation from real hacking - twisting a piece of software or hardware in an unexpected direction. For example, using an entire serial port, capable of complicated two-way communications, as a simple open/closed door sensor by sticking a reed switch across it.
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Thanks for the remembering. (And I agree about the insomnia, how can people who suffer from it *every* *night* manage?)
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