A dear friend is in a creative rut. What can I offer to remove the ugly sore from his soul? Whiskey will be the starting point, then gentle reminders that his algorithms suck. I suspect from there we'll enter into metaphysical arguments for and against string theory and quantum states. In the end all I will have given him is a hangover. I think I need to prescribe some eastern block philosophy and some Welsh poetry, he wallows in science a bit too much.
Cheers buddy! Let the silliness start.

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