At lunch yesterday afternoon we were discussing infinite swimming pools. This led to a debate on how one might construct an infinite waterfall. I said I was going to make an infinite dance record and call it “DJ Counsell versus MC Escher”. The ensuing silence was so complete that the vapour rising up from my fellow diners’ coffee cups was audible. I should have sampled the sound for my next release.
[My middle name is John. Geddit?]
Infinite waterfalls. You have it lucky mate, What I wouldn’t give to discuss infinite waterfalls, it’s all Coronation St this, Big Brother that here!
I think its funny!!! But then again I’m an arty person (as you would know, having an original Leasey painting) and I love Eschers work. Maybe they didn’t know who he was?
I know what an ‘infinity’ pool is, indeed I’ve swum in one, but an ‘infinite’ pool is a new one on me (-;
“Maybe they didn’t know who he was?”
I think they knew who MC Escher was; they just didn’t know what an MC was—or indeed were familiar with the wording of the titles of dance records. Scientists, eh?
“I know what an ‘infinity’ pool is, indeed I’ve swum in one, but an ‘infinite’ pool is a new one on me (-; “
Pity your middle names weren’t Nigel Alan.
I discovered yesterday that someone at the Genome Campus has the personalised registration “M13 DNA”. M13 is a bacteriophage (a virus that parasitizes bugs) widely used to clone DNA. I think that makes the owner of those plates* one of the saddest people in Britain. Let’s hope he’s not on the selection panel looking at my next job application.
(*No pun intended, colony pickers.)