People imagine starships the way ancient people imagined gods: oversized, elegant, and conveniently shaped like their own fantasies. We draw them as cathedrals with engines, as naval cruisers with better lighting, as steel empires sailing a cleaner ocean. We put a bridge at the top, windows at the front, and enough smooth armor on the hull to make an admiral feel important. Then physics walks in, looks around the room, … Read the rest
Tired after more than twelve hours working day I was driving home through Andrássy Street recently and got slowed down by the taxi drivers’ protest. Blue lights, horns, yellow cars squeezed together like irritated bees. In that moment, when the city suddenly becomes a bottleneck of human frustration, you cannot help wondering how many strange incentives are packed into one square kilometer of Budapest traffic.
At first glance they looked … Read the rest
