Proof of Work

I'm calling this Proof of Work while thinking of the blockchain idea of weaving some momento or token into a collective memory that won't easily dissolve. Some might say "won't dissolve period" coming from interstanding the maths involved, but of course blockchains may be fragile for other reasons, as real infrastructure is always involved (even here, where the "blockchain element" is simply a blog post).

This one was collaborative in that I was going for a visual representation of another Koski Identity.Our friend of the show Piero della Francesca, Renaissance polymath, is credit as one of the first to chronicle, on the blockchain of his day, the finding that an icosahedron nestles, faces flush, within an octahedron, colored cyan and red respectively in the picture above.

My School of Tomorrow headquarters is pretty old, structurally speaking, so in between working upstairs on these computer graphics, I was downstairs lying on my back in the kitchen, still nursing the illusion that I could ream out my down pipe with something like a heart clot removing catheter: I bought a 100 feet of coiled wire and poked it down a length of tubing I’d likewise purchased for this project, at the nearby Ace Hardware store on SE Division. After intubation, I hoped to restore water flow by prodding the clod loose.

“Why not just use a rooter, an auger, a snake?” one might ask. For sure I’d tried that conventional solution and also indulged in high potency solvents, the drips of which singed by toes. 

Clearly I was losing my uphill battle downstairs, but winning upstairs, in pressing my Python framework into service, resizing concentric hierarchy (матрёшка) polys (dolls) from default relative size (how they appear at birth) to showcase (exhibit) Koski’s algebraic relationship: the RT begotten from said cyan icosahedron has volume 60 S + 60 s3, which cryptic notation is pretty readable once you get the hang of it. 

My little army of presenters is out there spreading reading knowledge of this particular shoptalk. I’m right with them, on the front lines, charging my $70 per hour or whatever it is (I’m thinking back to the data science gig, which was more about learning various Pythonic workflows — such as I’m using upstairs, which is where I’d teach from).

Or rather, my uphill battle downstairs is really a process, a psychological process first and foremost, wherein I reach the same logical conclusion a professional would: that this basement down pipe to the sewer has reached end of life status and needs to be replaced. 

I made the call, and a couple hours later had my build. I’ll make another call on Monday, maybe get another bid, and then seal the deal.