I’m choosing a musical one not because of my love of music, but actually because the physics involved in this makes the metaphor work. Let my mind be like a bizarre musical instrument, my neurons little strings all at different tensions, all connected to each other. Somehow the vibrations of these strings set off other vibrations in other strings and by a series of conducted vibrations and interferences, you have “thought”. An artificial intelligence researcher specialising in neural networks might call these string tensions “weights” within the network.
It reminded me of last night’s date, where we had conversation about all sorts of perverted acts of pleasure. And yet, when it came to asking for my number, she had to qualify the question with, “I hope this isn’t too forward of me but…” I don’t know about you, but when you’ve had a chat about [censored] then swapping a phone number doesn’t seem to be a big deal. Or did I miss a lesson in sexual health where I’m meant to be less promiscuous with my phone number…?!
