You know, when a Texas meat-packing company gets indicted for sending a torrent of pigs blood down the Trinity River — and I do mean a torrent, i.e. enough for it to be documented by an amateur’s drone aircraft — what are you going to do? You’re going to go with it.
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What do you do with miniature robo-drones that fly in amazing formations? If you’re a scientist, you call them “nano quadrotors.” But if you’re someone like me, you just go with them.
It’s a brilliant, blue-sky, perfect-temperature fall day in Santa Barbara, but fall here isn’t like fall in non-paradisiacal places. Ergo, when you have a photo of a sugar maple turned red next to a 20-foot-tall yucca, both of which frame Hollywood-esque palm trees in the background, you just have to go with it.
When you come across an article with the headline, “Deep-sea Squid Mate Indiscriminately,” and then, reading into it, find this wonderful bit of sexy description…
In the deep sea, scientists suspect that squid courtship involves little romance and lots of pirate warfare. When males spot a passing female, they smear them with sperm-laden globs called spermatophores, using obscenely long organs. Once plopped down, the spermatophores likely burst open, releasing clingy sperm pouches that then glom onto the female’s torso and tentacles.
…well, what’re you going to do? Go with it, of course.
When you have a very fine essay by Larry Sanger (of all people) about the dangers of coder-geek anti-intellectualism, you go with it. (And then you link to your own column dealing with some of the same issues, mostly because you still love the headline you wrote for it, “The Gadget in the Gray Flannel Suit.”)