Three years it’s sat

My copy of A New Kind of Science, that is. As a person “who might perhaps rather not be named”—but as it happens is perfectly happy to be so—I point you with pride and great respect to Cosma Shalizi’s apropos and surprisingly timely review of Stephen Wolfram’s magnum whatsis.

Timely, because (perhaps by quantum cellular automata shit happening in the very fabric of the universe) the damned thing came up today in a conversation.