Hello blackWorm and X and Pat and broomhead
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Who'shotter?
Fly guy
The real hottie Einstein was saying that relativity is the way the world works if you consider every point equal and separate, imagine a conversation between people optimized to the point that the time it takes for the communication to get between people makes a difference. Or think about people communicating with water balloons. The time it takes for the balloon to break and get a response becomes important. So is there a point inside the brain where the person is that they recieve a communication from the skin when the balloon breaks? If so, you have to consider that person relative to the skin and there is no end to that. People are made up of so many relative points that it doesn't pay to consider them separately. That is a soul of convenience. But that is like a wheel, trying to focus all the magic into one small space so you can call it an individual. Wheels are very proud of their frictionlessness. They try to pretend like there is no friction at all. But there is something else in there. When the amount of friction per square whatever goes down, something else goes up and wheels dont do a very good job of keeping track of it. Wings smoke cigars in the oval office with some people, not one person, some people on him. Bill Clinton got some people on a blue dress. Information Relativity Theory on the other hand states that there is no such thing as separate but equal. Together we stand, divided we fall. Oops, got to go do some catalogging for my 35 year old boss.
Niels Bohr is hot. Here are the two I would like to go out with. The solution:
Monday, April 19, 2004
Hi Charry and Blakwurm and shwynn, ewe oll ahre tew suite! Thaink yew varry mutch, eye hadd ay verry happie burthdae.
Do you mean to tell me that all these years you knew that math and politics were completely unsexy and you just stood there and let me make a complete fool out of myself trying to be the greatest mathmatical politician of all time, practicing my multiplication tables until 2:00am everymorning while sleeping underneath a z-machine, fomenting revolution at the library of congress, and all the while you were thinking, "what a total utter and complete turd," "what a foul tool of a person trying as hard as he can to be sexy at the two most unsexy things in the universe?"
My friend Nthumeni had an older brother in South Africa who told her that kittens were made when you planted a cat in the ground and covered it up with dirt, so Nthumeni tried to plant the family cat in a hole in the ground and cover it with dirt, and the cat scratched a hole in Nthumeni's face as if Nthumeni was trying to burry it alive, which she was.
Patrikk.
