Wednesday, May 31, 2006

And for all you know
This could be
The difference between what you need
And what you wanna be
(matchbox20 difference)

One mans trash..

I can not emphasis this enough.
It's all out there, we just need to communicate better.
Whether you need something, or need to get rid of some useful stuff that you just can't bring along for the upcoming move:
a solution.

At 31.5.06, Blogger onespring said...

I didn't tell you. Thanks for the link, I passed it on to my sister and she has since gotten clothes for her 3 kids, passing on what she didn't need, a couch for our other sister, a dishwasher when hers broke... along with some other stuff I think. All Free.

At 31.5.06, Blogger nomad said...

YAY! this is just getting more and more awesome :)


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Tuesday, May 30, 2006


                         DWTFYWWI LICENSE
Version 1, January 2006

Copyright (C) 2006 Ævar Arnfjörð Bjarmason


The licenses for most software are designed to
take away your freedom to share and change it.
By contrast, the DWTFYWWI or
Do Whatever The Fuck You Want With It license
is intended to guarantee your freedom to share
and change the software -- to make sure the
software is free for all its users.


0. The author grants everyone permission to do whatever
the fuck they want with the software,
whatever the fuck that may be.

choose your battles carefully

..and another old tune... if it ain't broke, don't fix it!

Looking for a book

better than amazons recommendations anyway...try here

Square One by Coldplay

you're in control - is there anywhere you wanna go
you're in control - is there anything you wanna know

the future's for discovering
the space in which we travel in

Personal development blog

Monday, May 29, 2006

Hey, bikes and cars have been given out, is it possible for a house?
Ask and you shall receive?

Black cat

According to author Ted Andrews of Animal Speaks, cats wild or domestic have certain qualities in common.

Nine lives, curiosity, independence, cleverness, unpredictability and healing.

Cats have more rods in the retinas of their eyes which enable them to see effectively in the dark. The dark is often associated with mankind's fears. Since the car is at home in the dark, it serves as a valuable ally into the world of the supernatural and the unknown and can help those with this totem move through their fears efficiently.

The energy field of a cat rotates is a counterclockwise direction, the opposite of a human energy field. Because of this, cats have the ability to absorb and neutralize energy that affects humans in a negative way. This is part of the healing medicine that the cat holds.

... they were used throughout history as guardians and protectors.

If cat appears in your life the blending of magic and mystery is at hand. A trustworthy teacher, the cat will guide you into the world of self discovery and transformation.


Friday, May 26, 2006

(another classic)

Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Support your answer with a proof."

This was an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry midterm:

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some variant thereof.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So, we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to Hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:
(1) If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
(2) Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms. Therese Banyan during my Freshman year, "That it will be a cold night in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in that area, then (2) cannot be true, and so Hell is exothermic.

The student got the only A.

taken from here


I guess one of the problems is that my story doesn't really suit the travel sections; I am trying to find where it does go. The response I have had from nearly all of those who work in Travel, is that my story is too complex for their section - they want brief descriptions of places and great weekends away with a quirky twist, not six months in the Sahara with camels. I just have to find where I fit, and try to market it accordingly... more


Also in news today: Ireland meets Scotland in the land of beaurocracy (though nothing 14£ in bank fees and a day spent couldn't sort out).

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

backward-moving light faster than light?

"It's weird stuff," says Boyd. "We sent a pulse through an optical fiber, and before its peak even entered the fiber, it was exiting the other end. Through experiments we were able to see that the pulse inside the fiber was actually moving backward, linking the input and output pulses."

At 24.5.06, Blogger onespring said...

Holy cow. That guy is going down in history... there will be a use for that, who knows with what. Space travel, time travel... something.


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Tuesday, May 23, 2006


Pics of Skye are now up!

At 23.5.06, Blogger onespring said...

Ahh, so this is where you have been. This whole time I figured you were off working hard like a good PHD student... There are a lot more flowers and such out now then when I was in Skye; everything was really dry while I was there. Tell me more!


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Thursday, May 18, 2006

The REAL Narnia

At 18.5.06, Blogger onespring said...

YEY! I got a picture of that also! It's up somewhere... =)


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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

yet another case of u.k. beaurocracy

a temporary job requires a NI number
NI office gives an interview 2 months later
NI office requests lots of pieces of paper
You ask reception for one of the piecse of paper
Reception 1 sends you to Reception2
Reception2 will not give you piece of paper unless you pay, OR bring a form from NI

the point was to spend a few hours helping a girl with disabilities
not to bloody spin in the beaurocratic washing machine for a day

Kel, I know this is daily foder on your end.
And to you alone do I take off my hat...;)

At 17.5.06, Blogger onespring said...

Work for cash.

At 19.5.06, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And so the wheels continue to spin.
Only way around it is to be god awful stubborn :)


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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

谢谢你/ xie xie ni/ thank you

xie ("shee")- to thank
*2 - to show appreciation
ni - you

Monday, May 15, 2006


Ever felt like creating a city?

An old favorite

They're Made
Out of Meat

From the collection
Bears Discover Fire and Other Stories

by Terry Bisson

“They’re made out of meat.”


“Meat. They’re made out of meat.”


“There’s no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They’re completely meat.”

“That’s impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?”

“They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don’t come from them. The signals come from machines.”

“So who made the machines? That’s who we want to contact.”

“They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.”

“That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.”

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they’re made out of meat.”

“Maybe they’re like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage.”

“Nope. They’re born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn’t take long. Do you have any idea what’s the life span of meat?”

“Spare me. Okay, maybe they’re only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside.”

“Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They’re meat all the way through.”

“No brain?”

“Oh, there’s a brain all right. It’s just that the brain is made out of meat! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

“So . . . what does the thinking?”

“You’re not understanding, are you? You’re refusing to deal with what I’m telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat.”

“Thinking meat! You’re asking me to believe in thinking meat!”

“Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?”

“Omigod. You’re serious then. They’re made out of meat.”

“Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they’ve been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years.”

“Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?”

“First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual.”

“We’re supposed to talk to meat.”

“That’s the idea. That’s the message they’re sending out by radio. ‘Hello. Anyone out there? Anybody home?’ That sort of thing.”

“They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?”

“Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat.”

“I thought you just told me they used radio.”

“They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.”

“Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?”

“Officially or unofficially?”


“Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

“It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?”

“I agree one hundred percent. What’s there to say? ‘Hello, meat. How’s it going?’ But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?”

“Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can’t live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact.”

“So we just pretend there’s no one home in the Universe.”

“That’s it.”

“Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You’re sure they won’t remember?”

“They’ll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we’re just a dream to them.”

“A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat’s dream.”

“And we marked the entire sector unoccupied.”

“Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?”

“Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen-core cluster intelligence in a class-nine star in G445 zone was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again.”

“They always come around.”

“And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone . . . ”

At 15.5.06, Blogger onespring said...

That's awesome, i want to buy that book now.


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Saturday, May 13, 2006

Tuva next?

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

I wonder if he found anything?


Tuesday, May 09, 2006

I am Sam, I like green eggs and ham...

At 9.5.06, Blogger onespring said...

They were green? Were they still good? I always check my eggs when I buy them... make sure none cracked in transportation.


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Monday, May 08, 2006


9am Monday morning - opening hour
the regular queue, on the right
the left queue... methadone

Friday, May 05, 2006

So thaaat's what they were talking about.

Stephen Colbert at the White House Correspondents Dinner on Transbuddha

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Sand art

...however underinformed to judge the political aspect, this is...

At 4.5.06, Blogger onespring said...

Saw this a few weeks ago... interesting to wonder if it is on purpose, or if it is someone's practical joke...


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Computer Taglines and Error Messages

The Web site you seek

cannot be located but

endless others exist

At 4.5.06, Blogger onespring said...

Awesome! Thanks for sharing...

Female programmers get their bits twiddled.

Managing programmers is like herding cats.

Or my favorate:
You step in the stream,
but the water has moved on.
This page is not here.


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