Like any obsessive, reductionist, intellectual poser I have classified the various states of self so as to better explain the unexplainable. They range from bad hand weeks, low technology days, ogre hours, on down to fleeting brilliant moment. Yesterday was a low technology day. Yesterday was the sort of day to inspire luddites, if not a whole generation of cartoon writers and slapstick artists. The sort of day when you look into the garden hose as you turn it on...with a rational reason you can't quite remember as you are drying off. Not the day for file re-organization, software installs, or programming at any level lower than turtle graphics.

The best part of a low technology day is that it is often followed by a fleeting moment of brilliance. I'm ready. Poised. Desperate. Stuck on a iterative deepening alpha-beta minimax evaluation ordering function and I need to see the light.

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