Dorothy Howarth

Just looking at my profile photo, trying to figure out when that was taken and where it came from. I look like such a kid in it. I should probably replace it with something that more accurately represents the haggard man I have become. It's quite likely that the only place it exists is on the Internet. Or as a file on my computer, or Laura's, or someone else's. I was talking to a friend last night about a project called the Clock of the Long Now, which involves trying to create a clock in Norway that will continue to exist and run for 10,000 years. Instead of a minute hand and an hour hand, it will have a year hand and a century hand, and every millennium a cuckoo will come out. It's about thinking about things in the long term.