Little Essays Toward Self-contradiction

Ah, the 'net. Home but not house to uncountable researches, quests for arcane knowledge, practical libraries, more or less esoteric indices, and just regular junk. You know; the stuff that seeps into every medium. Effluvium of a core culture that you know you're not peer to. Someone elses "thing". One of the most interesting facets of

Howard's Inimitable

(who would want to?)

Style Crunch

Here at the operations centre for the marginally disassociated we try to stay abreast of new developments in the flow (and ebb?) of idiom.

There are times when this can become confusing; even distressing. Symbols mean so very much to us, after all.

As a matter of fact, one could argue that this affixation of symbols is the basic function of consciousness. I/we/you perceive something; you store the information in the magically memorial manner, and assign symbolic value for ease and convenience in the process of ratiocination. Then you apply these most organic of ethereal things to a machine system.

How does it feel? It feels funny.

Computers are far from intuitive; for that matter the concept leaves something to be desired as far as inter-connective activity of humans with cybernetic systems is concerned.
After having mastered what may have seemed like an exceedingly arcane series of codes and commands, all seems straightforward, at least retrospectively. Only try to impart your new knowledge to one of the 'uninitiated,' though, and you may find yourself stymied. we may have finally uncovered the source of the common problem with software manuals for applications: They are actually in another language which is very very similar to the normal usage; it is only that everything means something else. The ultimate cypher.

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