almost done with this stupid writing about machines. i must hand it in tomorrow. too bad i had wine with dinner so i am not fit to finish the work tonight (or interested). let us talk about my Big Piece of Work then! i promised i would try to explain what it's about using only simple words...
so. your body is made out of tiny bags of water. other things as well, but mostly water. the bags also have information in them - the information that makes you YOU. not a fish, not a cat, not your brother or sister (unless you look *exactly* the same as your brother or sister, which happens sometimes but not often).
anyway, before you are born, when you are a small (and not very pretty or human-looking) thing inside of your mother - you are only a ball of tiny bags of water & information, and the little bags move around a lot. stuck very close together, they pull on one another, they make more of themselves, and they change the shape of you, slowly turning you into a slightly prettier, more human-looking ball.
usually, once you are a grown up, your tiny bags of water don't move around very much. they don't change positions, and they don't make many more of themselves. they make a few, but then they die and this is okay. but if you are sick, your tiny bags of water can turn bad and start making lots and lots and lots more of themselves. this is very very bad, and it makes people die. sometimes, the group of tiny bags of water gone bad can be cut out with a knife (by a doctor, of course). but other times, some of the bad tiny bags travel away from the main group and set up shop somewhere else in your body - and they go much faster than the doctor's knife. and this is when you are fucked (turns out fucked is used often enough in this language that i can use it here - who knew?).
in my Big Piece of Work, i try to understand how the bad bags of water manage to break away from the main group and travel into not-bad parts of the body. in order to do this, i use a computer. somebody else wrote (many pages of) computer lines that create colorful pictures of the tiny bags of water, as well as lots and lots and lots of numbers. but the lines that this person wrote didn't do exactly what i needed, so i changed them quite a lot. now they do what i want, more or less. my next job (this winter break) is to figure out how to understand all of those numbers... i need to make them into pretty pictures that anyone can read. any person who understands pictures of numbers anyway (not my mother).
and that was my Big Piece of Work, in simple words. i am not sure it will make sense to anyone... sometimes less simple words are important. this is one of those times, i think. we'll see.
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