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    19 april

    Nice

    I've known about all time, heard the screams break, witnessed the humane change. Decency is subjective and to make it objective is to make it oppressive. What is good is as bad through time and space, in other words what matters little matters a lot. No universal declaration or progressive law can confide the root of the only universal law. This is the Holy Grail, the soul, true magic; it is the sun we see rising, the motivation behind purpose, the secret everyone knows. Be nice. Now with frontal lobe functioning nice is cut and served, warped into something personal. It is so well known, so tattered, that it is overlooked and forgotten. Nice is as nice does, nice does not yet is. Nothing is nice but thinking makes it so, uncontrolled electrical impulses shape and affects the world; causation of nicety is a thought or memory, the real fringe of abstract reality. There are at least six billion different ways to be human; there are at least six billion different ways to be nice.

    24 januari

    And In My Pocket, World's Forgotten

    I find my dreams were the only real.
    To have lived and loved them;
    it seems I feel.

    In everything there lies not one thing, but anything.
    For perception is all we can have.

    "Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so."

    Should it have been:

    "Nothing is real, but thinking makes it so."
    20 augustus

    Thoughts of Mine

    Cheese...
    deadly secret used against the lactose intolerant community to keep them surpressed under government control?
                                           OR
    a variety of flavorful "dairy" products?

    The perception of grades and report cards are just the mans way to keep every one thinking in an orderly fashion, stunting any and all original thinkers with no desire to express themselves through the field of art ***
    *** Side note: politics don't count because they don't think.


    Blue, what's with that colour?


    Money is the branches of evil, man kind is the root, power lust the trunk, idiocy the leaves/canopy.


    Beauty is for the blind, but seeing it is believing it.


    I have the human feeling of loveliness.
    Wikipedia, is not a place to visit (unless you want to change the shape of history and what not by changing the facts)

    I carry a cross in my pocket (in which I removed Jesus Christ since he made it more unpleasant looking in my eyes, call it blasphemous but I don't believe in God some days so it's alright***) to protect me fron the undead. 
    *** Side note: this does not include when I do believe in God, and also half the times I do believe in God, we're pretty good friends.

    There is no such thing as coincidence.

    My life's mission is to find a girl that's alive and of my liking, get married have beautiful babies***
    *** Side note: Thanks to Jim Carrey for teaching me how to spell beautiful.

    I have conducted a merciless plan for school politics, all I need is an asian person who leads a normal life. If this plan was to take action and work, I would be very pleased with myself, and would have an informer on the inside.

    I enjoy the workings of Abba (or more specifically the Momma Mia sound track).

    I speak a universal language, insane.

    First impressions are important that's why come the new year of school, I'm going to do make sure that second impressions have a say as  well.

    To have lived we must acknowledge the devil, who has affect over very little but the flow of our life, like a wolf bite the exprience will be quick and painful***
    ***Side note: What the hell?

    If I give you a piece of my mind, I'm taking a piece of your soul.

    What I think I would like to be, career wise: Police man, Garbage man, Nurse (this one only part-time though), Politic, Book writer (novelist sounds better), Rock star, Modern day superhero, Supply teacher, and there are probably more that I haven't figured out that I liked yet.

    The number four is very under estimated***
    ***Side note: not including of course the not so fantastic four.

    WONDER TWIN POWERS ACTIVATE... IN THE FORM OF STEAM!***
    ***Side note: I hear there is talk of a Wonder twin movie.
    28 juni

    Mmmmm... Meatloaf

    Baby we can talk all night
    But that aint getting us nowhere
    I told you everything I possibly can
    There's nothing left inside of here
    And maybe you can cry all night
    But that'll never change the way that I feel
    The snow is really piling up outside
    I wish you wouldn't make me leave here

    I poured it on and I poured it out
    I tried to show you just how much I care
    I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout
    But you've been cold to me so long
    I'm crying icicles instead of tears

    And all I can do is keep on telling you
    I want you
    I need you
    But -- there aint no way I'm ever gonna love you
    Now don't be sad
    cause two out of three aint bad
    Now don't be sad
    cause two out of three aint bad

    You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
    You'll never drill for oil on a city street
    I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
    But there aint no coupe de ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box

    I can't lie
    I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not
    No matter how I try
    I'll never be able
    To give you something
    Something that I just haven't got

    There's only one girl that I will ever love
    And that was so many years ago
    And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart
    She never loved me back
    Ooh I know
    I remember how she left me on a stormy night
    She kissed me and got out of our bed
    And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door
    She packed her bags and turned right away

    And she kept on telling me
    She kept on telling me
    She kept on telling me
    I want you
    I need you
    But there aint no way I'm ever gonna love you
    Now don't be sad
    cause two out of three aint bad
    I want you
    I need you
    But there aint no way I'm ever gonna love you
    Now don't be sad
    cause two out of three aint bad
    Don't be sad
    cause two out of three aint bad

    Baby we can talk all night
    But that aint getting us nowhere
    25 maart

    Rather Liked This Conversation

    http://www.phobialist.com/ Stop here first though in case your afraid...

    Cec says:

    stop distracting me!!!!!!!

    Neon Grey >Mud Rose< says:

    lol alright sorry it's just i don't know when you done

    Neon Grey >Mud Rose< says:

    continue

    cec says:

    close your eyes and imagine that running through your spine is a coloumn of light

    cec says:

    imagine that it runs through the ground below you and into the earth and it plants roots there

    cec says:

    then see that light run through you again and imagine it consistantly running through every atery , muscle, bone in your body

    cec says:

    then it meets at your head and travels up through your head and into the atmosphere

    cec says:

    so now you have a pole of light running through your entire body it is pulsing like your blood and white like a bright light.

    cec says:

    ok so far?

    Neon Grey >Mud Rose< says:

    it's rather interesting prespective, i find it a little creepy in a sesne, but yes i follow

    cec says:

    creepy?

    cec says:

    the ides is that you are grounding yourself with the light that flows downwards and opening yourself to the world with the light upwards

    Neon Grey >Mud Rose< says:

    well when you put it like that then it's not really all that creepy, alright i understand now

    cec says:

    ok then imagine something that you really want......

    Neon Grey >Mud Rose< says:

    ok

    cec says:

    see it in front of you everything to do with it. just watch it as it will probably turn into a mini movie.

    cec says:

    when your done.............make a bubble around it

    cec says:

    fill it with pink and let it drift away from you. Don't try to stop it. just observe it drifting away

    cec says:

    when that has gone you are then in a complete state of relaxation.

    22 februari

    B.B. Is King

        Bob Barker is an inspiration to me, quite simply because he is extremly elderly. To this day he is an outstanding eighty-three years old. With all those years underneath his belt surely he must be wise to the ways of the world, and that I find respectable. Also, either his healthy life style or the drugs he must take to stay alive, are seldom actions anyone would take even for their continuation of life. Which brings me to the fact I don't much like about our friend Mr. Barker, he has all these young, lively women throwing them at his feet, and he simply smiles and steps away with an added spring. When he could just tell them that he's not going to let them sweep away his fortune and be on with it. The sick bastard takes pleasure in others people's pain...even if these people are no good to start off with. Ahh yes which can very well lead us back to the fact he is wise to the ways of the world, and knows what to expect. My apologizes Mr. Barker, keep doing your thang, as some might say.

        I also am happy for Bob since he was able to find his true love at the young age of fourteen, a Ms. Dorothy Jo. He met his wife (not knowing he was going to marry her at the time) at a Ella Fitzgerald concert, which brings me to the conclusion Bob must know how to boogie, and talk smooth to the ladies, which are some admirable facts. Unfourtunately in the year 1981 Ms. Jo (now Mrs. Barker since they married) had died of a lung cancer, and I'm sure Mr. Barker wished he could have eaten her cancer when she turned black.

        Now this is not where Bob ends, even though his wife passed away and his mother who came to live with him died twelve years later, the show must go on. So with all his grief and sadness Mr. Barker turned his attentions to making people happier, he has accomplished this by providing animals with friendly homes, and truly bringing a family closer together. Way to go Mr. Animal Rights, do it for the puppies. Bob also brought smiles to peoples faces through his acting in such films as "Happy Gilmore" where he had a fist brawl with Adam Sandler, and won.

        So in conclusion I would just like to thank Mr. Barker for being a trooper, a hoot, and an all around great guy. You are my hero, and an inspiration Mr. Bob Barker, everybody. *claps*
    25 januari

    Counting To Infinity

    Zeno's Paradoxes

    DICHOTOMY: It is impossible to cover any distance, because half the distance must be traversed first, then half the remaining distance, then again half of what remains, and so on. Some portion of the distance to be covered is ALWAYS left to cover. Therefore, motion is impossible.

    ACHILLES AND THE TORTOISE: Achilles runs to overtake the tortoise, but he must reach the point where the tortoise started, from which it has already departed. Repeating indefinitely, Achilles gets to each new point in the race, the tortoise having been there, has already left. Therefore, even though Achilles is much faster than the tortoise, he can NEVER even tie.

    THE ARROW: An arrow shot from a bow must be moving at every instant in its flight. But at every instant it must be somewhere in space. However, if it is always in some one place, it can't be in transit at every instant, for to be in transit is to be NOWHERE

    http://scidiv.bcc.ctc.edu/Math/Zeno.html

    The Story Of The Hotel Ad Infinitum

    This story is not true (in the sense of being real ), for certainly there is no such thing as an infinite hotel . What I have done is taken an idea of David Hilbert's [1862-1943] and put it in a context that students would enjoy, so rest assured that the mathematics is perfectly valid. The point of the story is that the concept of infinity is a very strange and abstract thing. So if you'll just play along with me, I'll tell you about a very weird night I had one time while I was in college, working at the Hotel Ad Infinitum ...

    I arrived at work that night, ready to relieve the desk clerk who worked before me on Friday nights. He told me the most unbelievable thing: the hotel was full! Perhaps I should describe the place to you. It was just one great big long hallway; there was a door at the entrance, and when you walked in, the desk was at the left. Then the hall opened before you, endlessly. Along the left hand side of the hall were all the odd numbered rooms {1, 3, 5, 7, 9, ...} and at the right side were the even numbered rooms {2, 4, 6, 8, ...}. The hallway went on and on, on and on forever! It was hard to imagine that the place was full, but he assured me that it was. I should have known right then and there that something strange was going on, but I had an exam coming up, so I sat down, pulled out my calculus book, and started studying.

    A little after one o'clock, a huge stretch limo pulled into the parking lot. A chauffeur got out, and walked in.

    "Howdy, I need a room for the night; my boss is sleepy; he had a hard game tonight."

    "Baseball player?" That figured; even in those days salaries were out-of-sight! But I told him that the place was full: "That's what the sign says, right?"

    "Wrong; back in a minute." He went out to the limo, popped open the trunk, and pulled out a little package about the size of a loaf of banana nut bread; it turned out it was a different kind of bread all together! He brought it in, set it on the desk and slid off its velvet cover and--lo and behold--it was a gold brick!

    We'd been studying compound interest in one of my classes, and I knew that the student loans I was taking out were going to cost me a LOT more than I was getting from them. My eyes widened with amazement. I looked up at the driver, who was smiling as he said, "So, you think there's something we can work out?"

    You bet there was! I immediately grabbed the intercom, and announced to all the guests: "Please excuse the interruption, but if you're in Room N , would you kindly move to Room N+1 ?"

    So, the guy in Room1 went to Room 2, the couple in Room 2 went to Room 3, et cetera. It was a mad flurry of rushing folks, dashing across the infinitely long hallway at the Hotel Ad Infinitum ... amazing! Please note that no one lost out, because there was no end to the hallway, and when everyone was settled, there was no one in Room1, right? So the baseball guy took Room 1, I took the gold brick, and proceeded to write my letter of resignation. Incidentally, this must mean that infinity plus one equals infinity, because I took an infinite number of quests, added the baseball player, and put them all up in the Hotel Ad Infinitum. Amazing, isn't it? I was blown away, but the real weirdness had not yet begun.

    While I was trying to figure out how to turn my gold brick into normal money, I heard a tremendous rattling sound, looked out into the parking lot, and suddenly there appeared a beat up old VW van, smoke pouring out of its engine, a little trail of oil following it. The driver turned it off (though it kept running for a bit, sputtering and clicking and gasping) and ran into the hotel. Looking a little wild-eyed, he exclaimed that they needed rooms for the night. They? Rooms?

    "Sir, did you notice the NO VACANCY sign outside, all lit up, bright, flashing neon?"

    He talked on for quite a bit, got confused a few times, but I managed to sort out the story. Seems Dylan was playing nearby, and the van outside was carrying an infinite number of Dylan freaks, all ready to catch their man in action. Actually, he was my man too, so I was very interested. We talked awhile and it turned out that he had an extra ticket. I was wondering where he had gotten an infinite number plus one Dylan tickets, but I figured what-the-hey? Anyway, he offered to lay the ticket on me if only I could put 'em up for the night. I was ready to quit anyway, so I figured why not, and jumped back on the intercom and announced, "Ah, sorry to interrupt again, folks, but we have an emergency here, and if you're in Room N would you please move to Room 2N."

    So the baseball player went to Room 2, the guy in Room 2 went to Room 4, the couple in Room 3 went to Room 6, and so on. Again, no one was put out on the street, since--as you may have guessed--the Hotel Ad Infinitum had no back door! When that was over, all of the original guests, along with the baseball guy, were all on the right-hand side of the hotel, in the even-numbered rooms (of which there are an infinite number) and that left all the odd-numbered rooms vacant. So, I put the Dylan freaks into the odd-numbered rooms, which was sort of appropriate, I suspect! I guess this means that infinity plus infinity equals infinity, since I added an infinite number of Dylan freaks and put them in an infinite hotel which was already full!?!? Wait a minute ...

    So there I was, my gold brick, resignation letter, and Dylan ticket in hand, staring at the clock, counting down to my new-found freedom, when all of a sudden--oh no, how could this be--a caravan of buses pulled in, an infinite number of buses, and on each bus, an infinite number of people! An infinite number of infinities! What was happening, as I was soon to find out, was that there was to be an ecumenical council of all the galaxy's religions, and every single religion had sent its own busload, loaded with an infinite number of its faithful! Yes, I was seriously in trouble on this one! Naturally, the driver of the first bus jumped out, came bounding in, and requested "a few" rooms for the night ... uh huh! Sure, an infinite number of infinities, it was clear to me, clear as mud! Of course, I reminded him about the sign and how we were full and all, and he smiled and began asking about the Dylan freaks, about the baseball player (how he knew I had no idea) and then started to remind me of the story of Mary and Joseph trying to get a room at the inn, and suddenly it occurred to me that with an infinite number of religions being represented here (all the religions of the galaxy) that one of them, no doubt, was the "right" one, and that it would not be wise to go down as the guy who wouldn't give them a room for the night and sent them to the manger. I mean, did you ever wonder about that guy that sent Mary and Joseph to the manger? I wonder how he's doing?

    Well, in one of my courses, we'd been studying prime numbers {2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, ...} and how Euclid, nearly two-thousand years ago, proved that the list of prime numbers is infinitely long. So I got the following idea: I got back on the intercom (last time, I promise) and asked the current guests, "If you're in room N, please move to room 2N."

    Thus, the people in the hotel at that time went to rooms 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, .... Then I went outside and explained my plan to the first few bus drivers, and asked them to pass it on. Here's the plan: each bus received its own prime number, starting at three. So the first bus was 3's, the second 5's, the third 7's, the fourth 11';s and so on, one prime for each bus. Then, as for the people on the bus, they all received powers of those primes. For example, the first bus was assigned rooms 3, 9, 27, 81, 243, and so on, powers of 3 (the N-th person on the bus was assigned room 3N). The next bus was assigned powers of five, so they had rooms 5, 25, 125, 625, et cetera, the N-th person being assigned room 5N. There were infinitely many primes, one for each bus, and an infinity of powers of each prime, so everyone had his own room! It took me a while to explain the scheme to everyone--there were a few of them that were math atheists, and it was rough going once or twice, but they all finally settled in.

    Then, as I was going over the register, I noticed that no one was in room 6 (= 2x3), nor in room 10 (= 2x5), nor in any room whose number was a product of two or more different primes, since these rooms were not powers of a single prime, and hence had no bus assigned to them. A quick calculation showed that there were, in fact, an infinite number of vacancies! Incredible! I had taken an infinite hotel that was full, added an infinite number of infinities, and when all was done, I still had an infinite number of vacancies!

    The point of all this is that infinity is NOT a number, and--though there is a subject called "transfinite arithmetic"--you can't think in terms of doing ordinary arithmetic with infinity. The best way to think about it, is that infinity is a property that some sets possess. Richard Dedekind defined an infinite set to be one which could be put in one-to-one correspondence with a proper subset of itself. It is this strange property that I have played with in the telling of my weird tale.

    Incidentally, you might like to know that the hotel closed shortly after that night. Seems there were a lot of lawsuits and stuff, and the last I heard, lawyers -- the number of which is growing without bound -- were convening there. Maybe they'll all be trapped forever, and they won't be bothering common folks any more.

    http://scidiv.bcc.ctc.edu/Math/InfiniteHotel.html

    Counting To Infinity

    The symbol, has been around for more than two thousand years. The Romans used it to represent 1000, a BIG number to them.

    About 1650 the English mathematician, John Wallis, proposed that stand for INFINITY, and that stuck.

    The concept of infinity has tantalized and sometimes troubled mankind even longer. Zeno of Elea (495 BC?-425 BC?), an early Greek thinker, is remembered for his paradoxes of motion that are rooted in deep questions about the nature of time and space and in some misconceptions about infinity. Most religions attempt to explain in their own ways the mysteries and vagaries of the infinite.

    In the early 1600's Galileo began to show signs of a modern attitude toward the infinite, when he proposed that "infinity should obey a different arithmetic than finite numbers." But it was not until the late 19th century that Georg Cantor (1845-1918), a German mathematician, finally put infinity on a firm logical foundation and described a way to do arithmetic with infinite quantities useful to mathematics. His basic definition was simple: a collection is infinite, if some of its parts are as big as the whole. For example, even though from one point of view the entire list of numbers we count with {1,2,3,4,5,.......} is twice as large as the list of even numbers {2,4,6,8,10,.......}, the two lists can be matched-up in a one-to-one fashion.


    So the two lists are exactly the same size, infinite. (This idea has been amusingly elaborated in the story of "The Hotel Ad Infinitum" as told by David Stacy.)

    Cantor was able to demonstrate that there are different sizes of infinity. The infinity of decimal numbers that are bigger than zero but smaller than one is greater than the infinity of counting numbers. (Click to see Cantor's "diagonalization proof.")

    Here's a question that might tax your intuition: There are infinitely many COUNTING NUMBERS and infinitely many FRACTIONS. Which infinity is greater? Think about it, then click for an explanation.

    The bottom line is that weird things can happen with infinity.

    http://scidiv.bcc.ctc.edu/Math/infinity.html

    01 januari

    Raynaud's Syndrome

    This is a condition in which the smallest arteries that bring blood to the fingers or toes constrict (go into spasm) when exposed to cold or from an emotional upset. Smoking cigarettes or working with vibrating machinery also can cause these episodes. The small veins are usually open, so the blood drains out of the capillaries (KAP'ih-lair"eez). The result is that the fingers or toes become pale, cold and numb. If there's a spasm in the small veins and blood is trapped in the capillaries, the fingers or toes turn blue as the blood loses its oxygen.

    Info. From http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=4687 

    A man riding a moped was killed by a taxi driver in Bermuda in 1975, exactly a year after his brother had been killed by the same taxi driver in the same street carrying the same passenger ....and he was riding the same moped.


    Three men travelling by train in Peru one day found that they were the only people on the train. Introducing themselves, they found the first one's surname was Bingham, the second's was Powell and the third mans name was Bingham Powell.


    Franz Richter, a 19 year old volunteer in the Austrian Transport Corps following WW1 was admitted to hospital suffering from pneumonia. In the same hospital was another Franz Richter, also 19 years old, also suffering from pneumonia. He was also a volunteer in the Austrian Trans. Corps. Both were born in Silesia.

    Joseph Figlock was walking down a street in Detroit in the 1930's when a baby fell from a window onto his head. A year later the same baby fell from the same window onto him...they both survived !!


    Henri Tragne from Marseille fought five duels beween 1861 and 1878. The first four duels he won because his opponents dropped dead before bullets were even fired. The fifth duel he lost before his opponent could fire his gun.


    The 30th of May 1867 AD, the day of marriage of princess Maria del Pozzo della Cisterna and Amadeo, duke of Aosta, the son of the king of Italy was spoiled by the following events:

    - Her page hung himself.
    - The gatekeeper of the palace where the wedding took place, slit his throat.
    -The Colonel which led the wedding procession, collapsed because of a sun stroke.
    - The station manager got crushed beneath the wheels of the wedding train.
    - One of the kings advisors fell off his horse and died instanly.
    -The best man shot himself.

    They led a short and unhappy life.

    A certain Claude Volbonne killed the french baron Rodemire de Tarazone In the year of 1872. 21 years earlier the father of the baron also was murdered by a man called Claude Volbonne.

    They were not related.

    This was the man that busted the Monte Carlo casino bank. His didn't just do it once, but three times in a row. He wasn't a notorious gambler and he didn't use a system. The first two times he did this by placing equal bets on either red or black, which he won almost every time. The third time,he won by placing his initial bet on No. 5 (odds: 35:1) Then he placed his original bet plus the winnings on No. 5 again, and again and again and again..(!). He was described as a quiet and pessimistic person.

    All facts from http://www.stateoftheart.nl/phenomenon/index2.html

     
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