"After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom comes responsibilities. And I dare not linger, for my long walk has just begun."

Nelson Mandela (via bheld)

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"After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom comes responsibilities. And I dare not linger, for my long walk has just begun."

Nelson Mandela (via bheld)

3D Printing Mandelbrot Fax Attack

drunkenyear:

                In the past, 3D printers were a long way from being common. That’s the past, this is the present.

                Remember fax machines? Yeah of course you don’t, you probably don’t even remember what DVDs or cellphones are. I’m talking dino-age-cotton-gin stuff here. Fax machines run like this. It’s like email, except instead of the letter coming up on your screen, it prints out of a printer. Like on paper. Physical, rain-forest killing paper.

                Back in the day when you wanted to fuck with someone, you might Black Box them. Send them a huge letter that was just one HUGE black sheet. That’s a lot of ink and a lot of time.

                Last week, the Church of Anonymous Inc, decided they didn’t like the business practices of Belgian bread  industry. They sent them a surprise.

                Think of Black Boxing a guy but with a 3D printer. The most intricate and complex shapes you can imagine. A Mandelbrot of atomic precision. Mathematical models uses to explain the 5th dimension to Nobel Prize winners. Needless to say, it takes a while.

                A 3D printer can be disabled for months if left to be, carefully configuring, atom by atom, each and every silicon  waif. Touch it, it’s like touching solid air, a cube that somehow contains more air per square inch than any piece of air the same size. It has more empty space than empty space.

                You could unplug the machine, but that gums up the works. Plus would you unplug an precision atomic knitting machine. There’s some risk of splitting open a black hole. That cord stays in the wall like life support.

                The Church of Anon Inc thinks they’re waging some kind of holy war, which maybe they are. Are loaves really that big of a deal? Probably not, but people have to whine about something, and there’s always going to be a couple of paladin types roaming around.

                The real issue here, is somehow I got caught up in this. I just bought a super cheap piece of office space, only to realize upon moving into the blank white room why that was. Standing in the corner, churning out, like a dog frothing at the mouth, a bubble bath spilling over, a sudden case of explosive  5th dimensional mathematical infinities, is a small 3D printer in cased in its own cloud of output.

                At least this half of the office is okay.

Prompt by Writing Excuses