Things That Come Back to Bite You on the Bum

The devil is often in the detail.

There are several permanent records held on the internet: Patents, Companies House, and things like Scholar GPS. There are many more.

This is my GPS graph referenced today.

It is weird to see that from time to time someone might still cite one of my cobweb papers. I don’t know if an h-index of ~15 is any good or not.

Truth is we all leave paper trails, data trails which might come back to bite us on the bum. These days the world is very interconnected, what once might have lain hidden in a paper archive can be cross-linked and cross-referenced electronically. AI might be good at that. Data may be traded between organisations.

Scholar GPS says that I have 43 papers but there are more than that. Back a layer behind a Google search I am linked, in perpetuity, in the literature, to various individuals if only for a fleeting moment. My erstwhile affiliation is evidenced by the claimed institutional address.

Our answers on official documents are no longer in musty filing cabinets, they are electronic. Even paper here in France is converted into machine readable PDF. There are some things upon which I am very mindful for the need for accuracy, particularly in detail. These are tax and medical related. I would never make even a semi-manufactured insurance claim.

You never know when something might turn out to be important. A forgery in the heat of the moment could resurface, a lie in an official document could result in prosecution. False claims made to secure funding can be seen as fraud.

It was just a detail… ask party-Boris how details can impinge.

Family law in France differs significantly from UK, here the children can be liable for the care home fees of their parents, seems only fair if they get a slice of the property on death.

It is usually the things which we do not face or try to avoid which keep on coming back. Pretending that we don’t need to do anything is rarely a wise strategy. The universe has a habit of re-presenting the things which we sought to avoid or escape from.

Things that come back to bite us on the bum can be very, very persistent.

Molecular Quantum Computing Dream 10-07-2024

Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream starts in the middle of a city. I am to attend a meeting on molecular quantum computing. It is partially at my behest. In the meeting are several people who I once knew around 18 years ago. We are sat roughly in a circle behind two seater tables.

I say that in its current form quantum computing is very environmentally hostile because of the energy needed to build and cool. There is a murmur of scoffing. Ian says that I am right and reels of some figures in terms of tonnage of carbon dioxide. Others concur.

I explain that here, with our hundred trees and land, we are approximately carbon neutral.

I know that the people at the meeting are humouring me and that they are highly sceptical.

I say that history shows that the machines at the early stage of any technology cycle are very different from those of the technology which emerges.

It is likely that quantum computing will become more biological. A way will be found to overcome the high energy burden. It will involve molecular qubits.

In the dream I make a note to re-read a paper by XXX.

There will be some way as yet unimagined to open up a new way of thinking, a more organic neural form of quantum computing.

The meeting disperses, sceptical.

I go outside with Ant and he points up at a huge crane, they are doing some optical fibre communication experiment on the crane. He expects be to be impressed.

I wander off towards the tube station.

Dream ends.