We were doing modal testing on a cable-stay bridge in central Taiwan in the middle of the night. The bridge was covered in lights: lights for the street, lights for the cables, but none of them were on.
I was tasked with documenting the work, which was actually impossible given the soul-crushing darkness, but even in such darkness lies the possibility of grace. God his-own-self had an addition to make in the lab notebook.
What did he write, you ask?
"Remember my beloved children: always use an anti-aliasing filter."
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