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There was a little bird in our kitchen this morning, fluttering around at ceiling level and unable to see that six inches down there were several wide open windows and a door. It eventually stumbled in exhaustion, landed by a window, and was in the process of climbing the curtain cord past the open window when I held up a dish towel against the cord so all it could see was the outside. It still took more than ten seconds to get past its frozen panic and figure it out.
This seems symbolic.
For those of you who have asked, my job at PictureCompany is to sit down with four other people and a supervisor and do the human bits of sqashing two giant databases together. The computers have done all that they can. The job was advertised as a "keyword cleanup project." I am assured that we're not supposed to correct each error by hand, more find an error and figure out how to correct its 8000 brothers and sisters with a command, then do it again. It should be interesting.
( Other assorted stuff... )
This seems symbolic.
For those of you who have asked, my job at PictureCompany is to sit down with four other people and a supervisor and do the human bits of sqashing two giant databases together. The computers have done all that they can. The job was advertised as a "keyword cleanup project." I am assured that we're not supposed to correct each error by hand, more find an error and figure out how to correct its 8000 brothers and sisters with a command, then do it again. It should be interesting.
( Other assorted stuff... )
