I’ve referred to Douglas Hofstadter in passing once or twice, and while it’s now nearly thirty years since I first read it, err, wait. Hold on. Did I say Thirty Bloody Years? Err, yes. That is indeed when I first came across this wonderful book. So, getting back to where I was before I boggled about getting old, or whatever it is I’m getting…
I’ve referred to Douglas Hofstadter in passing once or twice, and while it’s now nearly thirty years since I first read it, GÃ¶del, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid remains one of my favourite books, and now I’ve been reminded of it, I’m going to have to read it again soon. That reminder came courtesy of the ubiquitous and reliably geeky xkcd:
Click the picture to see the whole thing in its natural environment. And if you have trouble getting it, click the forums link when you’re there, where all is explained. Sort of. I a manner of speaking.
Finally, I am reminded of a joke I picked up somewhere, somewhen:
Q: Why did Douglas Hofstadter cross the road?
A: To be in this joke