“I did not have a computer until recently. I'm not really a computer person; I'm really hands-on. I can't make it work if it's all behind the black curtain. It doesn't interest me. I want to see what's actually happening back there.” IfsWantPersonsI CanHandsBlackInterestBehindsComputerHappeningsCurtains Author:Scoot McNairy
“The human brain works as a binary computer and can only analyze the exact information-based zeros and ones (or black and white). Our heart is more like a chemical computer that uses fuzzy logic to analyze information that can't be easily defined in zeros and ones.” HumansHeartUseBlackWhiteBrainInformationComputerLogicDefinedChemicalsBlack And WhiteHuman BrainFuzzyBinary Author:Naveen Jain
“There's no black and white dividing line between a mild Aspergers, which is the mild autism, and computer engineer, for example.” BlackLinesWhiteExampleComputerEngineersBlack And WhiteAutismDividingAspergers Author:Temple Grandin
“Increasing pressure on students to subject themselves to ever more tests, whittling themselves down to rows and rows of tight black integers upon a transcript, all ready to goose-step straight into a computer.” BlackStepsSubjectsStudentsReadyComputerTestsPressureGeeseIntegersWhittling Book:Heart, You Bully, You Punk Source: Heart, You Bully, You Punk
“Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearale. But you won't even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getter older, about turning eight or about turning twelve or turning fifteeen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.” ThinkingFeelsYearsMindHumansHeartLife IsBlackRealizingWhiteExistenceMorningHorrorOne DayNormalComputerProgramWake UpEightAwfulDataTwelveNegativityHeart And MindWorth LivingHuman ExistenceTerrainProzac Nation Author:Elizabeth Wurtzel
“Did he just rip out the engine?" I asked. "Yes", Saiman said. "And now he is demolishing the Maserati with it." Ten seconds later Curran hurled the twisted wreck of black and orange that used to be the Maserati into the wall. The first melodic notes of an old song came from the computer. I glanced at Saiman. He shrugged. "It begged for a soundtrack.” FirstsSaidUsedSongBlackWallTenComputerNotesUsed To BeSecondsEnginesOrangeTwistedRipWrecksSoundtracksOld SongMaserati Book:Magic Slays Source: Magic Slays