"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

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Werewolves Wednesday: The Wolf-Leader (21)

A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XXI: The Genius of Evil The next evening, about nine o’clock, a man might be seen walking along the Puits-Sarrasin road and making for for the Osieres forest-path. It was Thibault, on his way to pay a last

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architecture, engineering and construction

Do Tools Think? Automation, Intuition, and the Designer’s Role

Who (or What) Is Designing? Somewhere between the mouse click and the model update, a question sometimes lingers, one that makes architects react with violence. Who is really designing here? “Me,” will answer the architect. “The computer is Just A Tool and I’m in Control.”

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5 Comments
  • MicSottocolle
    Posted at 15:08h, 16 April Reply

    Carissima, forse scendo domenica pomeriggio. Cmq ti farò sapere tramite sms a Tato.

    La foto è esaustiva da quanto stai male. Povera; il metodo Cotton l’hai riprovato? Ciao MS

  • sbrect
    Posted at 07:32h, 20 April Reply

    oi, come va? si è abbassata la temperatura?

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 16:17h, 22 April Reply

    Mah, ora sta sui 38.

  • Oloreheri
    Posted at 18:44h, 22 April Reply

    Oh, Shelly! Sorellona mi dispiace…

    Con quell’illustrazione mi vien paura °_O

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:54h, 22 April Reply

    Tranquilla, sorellina, in questo blog siamo avvezzi alle rappresentazioni iperboliche. L’ultima volta che avevo fame ho postato il Divoratore di Mondi.

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