Monday, April 30, 2007

For the Musician

The Sea of Music

A simple movement of air across the room
And my breath draws shallow.
Jostling tides of the acoustic ebb and flow.
The world around me quietly falls away.

I hear, but more so I feel
Wading into the gentle shoals of the harmonic.
I am lifted and glide footless over the layered sands
Of countless notes that have never left me.

On this ocean where blind men see
And words need not be spoken.
I drift among the waves of endless hearts
Through crest and trough, a resonance beats

Over the sky, the sun and moon embrace
And it is not day or night but eternal dawn
The dawn of creation for the inspired soul
Who's melody moves me over the horizon.

Dwelling in this mystic sea I retreat to my thoughts
Where a thousand tunes and lyrics lay.
I close my eyes for a moment and dream within a dream
And thank the artist to whom I owe so much.

For it is only in the reflection of this water
You can truly know how you have stirred my soul.
And opened my heart to share with others
The wondrous gifts you have brought to our world.

So thank you and never stop setting sail
On uncharted waters where fortunes rise and fall
And know I am with you as you track the stars
In music's quest, where timeless chords avail.


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I Love This Country

Now before you roll your eyes, this is not about mindless patriotism. As many of you know already, this last weekend was ArtWalk, I’m not going to go into detail about what the event is, you can follow the link in Friends of the House of Love to find out what it’s all about, ArtWalk is one of two big events in Little Italy, and it affords one a chance to observe humanity.

I love this country for a lot of reasons, but what strikes me is this country’s immense tolerance for all kinds of people. This weekend I had the chance to see folks from all walks of life, from different countries, various sexual orientations (you pick), the heterogeneity of the crowd was stunning. I’ve been on every continent in this planet save Antarctica, and I can tell you with a fair amount of certainty that there is nowhere else that is more tolerant and diverse than the U.S. It is a truly amazing testimonial to this country.

We’ve come along way since I was a kid. Its funny back in the early 60’s there were only two interracial couples I knew of, Sammy Davis Jr., and my Mom (at least it seemed that way). Today the debate is whether race identifiers on various official documents are necessary or can accurately define someone’s ethnicity. One’s sexual orientation doesn’t seem to concern us in the way it did 35 years ago. I wonder if the young men and women coming out today realize how painful a life that was not too long ago.

In today’s America you can define yourself just about any way you like, pierced and tattooed to a fair the well, Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindu, Rocker, Punk, Skate Punk, et al. If you can think it, and it’s within the boundaries of civilized behavior you can pretty much be it.

Something to be proud of, don’t you think?

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Saturday, April 28, 2007

The play of the game.

Center Fielder

Dusting of his cap and leaping to the voice of his coach

Out into the April sun, he charges the field.

The wind echoing in his ear as he picks up speed

The scent of freshly mown grass invades his senses.



Stopping at his position, he bends and yanks a swath.

Grinding the blades between his fingers he takes a deep breath.

The crowd settles in their seats as the umpire signals

Glove on he waits for whatever his opponent can muster.



Honoring his coach and team with steely eyes he focuses.

The pitcher sets and for a moment time stops.

And then the windup begins.

Listening to the chorus of the crowd he watches the delivery.

The pitch, the swing...



Crack!!!



The ball bursts through the infield like a comet.

The crowd roars and eighty thousand eyes focus on his next move.

All his muscles tense as he gauges the white streak.

A calculation in a millisecond and the sprint begins.

His destiny approaches fast.



Too fast, too low, no fly catch here.

Its a hard single, probably a double but not if he can help it..

Track, track, track...It's going to drop, hold back, wait, wait, wait...



Now!!!



Already ahead of the ball as it explodes off the grass

Leaving a small cloud of dirt marking its impact.

He imagines the next three seconds.

The ball's whirling red stitches like an archer’s target loom quickly.

But his stride is unbroken and his position is perfect.



The runner rounds first...



Like a final chess strike, the players line up to meet their fate.

Short stop to shallow left center. Left center behind to insure the play.

Second base is calling; the pitcher is halfway there.

Don't think… React! Make it count!



Slap!



The ball freezes in the bare palm of his throwing hand.

But only for an instant as he shifts his weight to launch.

He rears his forward leg, drawing the ball far behind him

And like a tightly coiled spring releases his energy in a furious instant.



In a spasm of muscular ballet, the ball rockets from his hand.

Upward and to the left of second, a wayward throw?

Not today as the ball breaks down and back as he had foreseen.

A parabola of perfection, on the fly, lands squarely into an anxious glove.

A desperate slide, a ginger hop, and a fluid left arm sweep.



Your Out!!!



One battle won in a nine-inning war.

So it’s back to the trenches on a beautiful day.

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Friday, April 27, 2007

Stick People

This is fun to watch



They kinda look like ants.

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ArtWalk is this weekend

Come on down and enjoy some culture!

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Moe, Larry, CHEESE!


Look's like Steve's havin a bit of fun!

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Has Bladerunner arrived?

A couple of interesting articles I picked up on the net today, the first is here, and the second is here.

Hat Tip: The Belmont Club

The woman saw that the tree was good for food, pleasing to the eyes, and desirable for gaining wisdom. So she took some of its fruit and ate it; and she also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.

Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized that they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made loincloths for themselves. Genesis, Chapter 3 Verses 6 -7


I think we can all agree that giving a toaster the right to vote is a downright silly idea. Will technology reach a point where we have human looking robots? Most certainly, as the creepy Japanese guy illustrates. Will we reach a technological level where machines can learn? Yes, we’re already there (unless you’re running Windows).

I cite Genesis because as the verses suggest, self awareness came to Adam and Eve the moment they ate the “forbidden fruit”. To be more precise they became cognitive of their existence. The ability to ask, “Why am I here?” or “Why am I me, and not you?” is uniquely human (unless you can prove it otherwise). The ability to understand the sentence – “To Be.” Be-ing; understood as a verb. We understand this as having a soul.

We recognize in our Constitution that we have certain inalienable rights, these rights exist a priori. There are no contingencies to those rights, they exist by necessity, it is true much like 2 + 2 = 4. They exist because our souls demand it.

Many movies have been made on the concept that human made, human like machines become self aware, Blade Runner, I, Robot. Even HAL 9000 the erstwhile computer in 2001: A Space Odyssey while essentially a software routine becomes self aware, to the extent that he (it) suffers from delusional paranoia. Is it inevitable that we create machines that will someday become self aware, to have the ability to ask that question: Who am I? It seems likely to me.

What then?

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Mother's lullaby to me.

Chocolate Choo Choo

(Click the Choo Choo to Hear the Song)

Look at the dandy,
Train made of candy,
Waiting on peppermint hill.
It's the chocolate choo choo,
Leaving for sleepyville.


Drowsy-eyed kiddies,
Visit toy cities,
Sandman is paying the bill.
On the chocolate choo choo,
Leaving for sleepyville.

Little boy blue is the engineer,
He's turning on all the steam.
All aboard, he's ready to go,
To the magic land of dreams.

You'll see the train go,
Over the rainbow,
You're bound to get such a thrill.
On the chocolate choo choo
Leaving for sleepyville.

You'll see the train go,
Over the rainbow,
You're bound to get such a thrill.
On the chocolate choo choo
Leaving for sleepyville.

Mm ooh, ooh, ooh, [like a train whistle
Ooh, ooh, ooh, blowing]
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
Leaving for sleepyville.

- Recorded in 1947 -

Vaughn Monroe

Thank you mom for the sweetest memories of my childhood.




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Thursday, April 26, 2007

Rhapsody in Blue

Hat tip: Amalthea

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Thoughts on American Idol

Two really. Did you catch Celine with the King last night? First, is just me or do you get a certain creepy feeling when the dead are brought back to life to perform with a real living person?

Secondly, do you think if Celine accidently touched Elvis, there would of been a tear in the time-space continuum and I wouldn't be here typing this blog, and you wouldn't be there reading this post? Kinda like matter vs. anti-matter thing.

Just wonderin'

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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

A trip to Gliese 581 C

Before we pack our bags let's figure out how long it takes to get to this planet.

Gliese 581 C is 21.5 light years away. (Approx: 120 trillion miles)

A few calculations:


c = Speed of light in a vacuum: 186,000 miles/second.

%c ,,,,,,,,,,, Earth Time ...... Ship Time ...(Lorentz)
50% .......... 42 years ........ 36.1 years ........ .86
75% .......... 28.7 years ...... 18.96 years ....... .66
95% .......... 22.63 years ..... 7.06 years ........ .31
99% .......... 21.71 years ..... 3.06 years ........ .14
99.9% ........ 21.52 years ..... .96 (350 days) .... .045
99.99% ....... 21.502 years .... .30 (109 days) .... .141
99.999% ...... 21.5002 years ... .096 (35 days) .... .0447
99.9999% ..... 21.50002 years .. .003 (1 day) ...... .0014

Time will move much slower for the traveler (relative to the Earth observer) as he or she approaches the speed of light.

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Huge Discovery Today- Gliese 581 C

Artist's rendering
Facts:
  • Rocky composition
  • Smallest extra solar planet found to date (announced today)
  • 50% more mass than Earth.
  • Average temperature (0-40 C)
  • Companion star: Gliese 581 (M class red dwarf star 50 times dimmer than our sun)
  • 15 times closer to companion star than Earth. (6 million miles)
  • Solar year: 13 days
  • Distance from Earth: 20.5 light years. (That's actually in our neighborhood as long as your not trying to go there)
Possibilities:
  • May be completely covered with water.
  • May harbor life.





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You know I'm right.


I love this picture of Einstein.
He's wearing his best "Refute me if you can" expression.

Too bad he could never reconcile quantum mechanics with his general and special theories of relativity.

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Quote of the Day

The quantum-computational nature of the universe dictates that the details of the future are intrinsically unpredictable. They can be computed only by a computer the size of the universe itself. Otherwise, the only way to discover the future is to wait and see what happens.

Programming the Universe - Seth Lloyd

Hat Tip: The Belmont Club

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Where's the bees?

Did anyone see the front page of the San Diego Union Tribune yesterday?

“More than a quarter of the country's 2.4 million bee colonies have been lost – tens of billions of bees, according to an estimate from the Apiary Inspectors of America, a national group that tracks beekeeping. So far, no one can say what is causing the worker bees to become disoriented and fail to return to their hives, leaving juveniles and other bees to die”.

Apparently this phenomenon is called Colony Collapse Disorder. From Wikipedia: “Colony Collapse Disorder (or CCD) is a poorly understood phenomenon involving the massive die-off of a beehive or bee colony. The BBC has referred to it as VBS (Vanishing Bee Syndrome). It was originally apparently limited to colonies of the Western honey bee in North America[1], but European beekeepers have recently claimed to be observing a similar phenomenon in Poland and Spain, with initial reports coming in from Switzerland and Germany, albeit to a smaller degree[2]. The cause (or causes) of the syndrome is not yet well understood and even the existence of this disorder remains disputed. Theories include environmental change-related stresses[3], malnutrition, unknown pathogens (i.e., disease[4]), mites, pesticides such as neonicotinoids, or genetically modified (GM) crops[5].”

If you think loosing tens of billions of bees is no big deal, think again. Bees are a fundamental link in our food chain. Again, from the UT story: “Honeybees are arguably the most important insect in the human food chain. They are the principal pollinators of hundreds of fruits, vegetables, flowers and nuts. With fewer bees, pollination will cost more, crop yields could be smaller and consumers could end up paying more.”

Did you ever wonder how bees got home? This is a good explanation. Mainly, they use the position of the sun get around, there vision is low resolution so they can’t actually see the Sun as a disc, rather they see it as a bright spot in their field of vision. By seeing the position of the Sun relative to their position and an internal clock, they can calculate distances. When it’s a partly cloudy day, the bees use Polarized UV Light, bees can also tell landmarks and use that as a marker. Interestingly, it is suspected that bees use the earth’s magnetic field to maintain their internal clock, much the same as the main spring in a clock keeps the clocks time. The earth’s magnetic field changes on a daily cycle, the bees sense the changes internally getting information on the time of day. Lastly, bees can determine distance, one by keeping track of the amount of energy used to get from point A to point B, and two measuring the movement of images across their field of vision – a concept called optic flow.

It’s interesting that when bees leave the hive to forage, they take a zig, zag pattern until they find a food source, and take a straight line direct path back to the hive. Even more interesting is that they communicate the location of the food source to other bees. Upon arriving back at the hive, they literally do a dance to impart that information. When other bees leave to forage, they take a straight line, direct path to the newly learned of food source. Smart little guys don’t you think?

The Scientific community does not know what is causing CCD, the Wikipedia entry has a detailed on possible causes including poor nutrition, pesticides, genetically altered crops, pathogens and immunodeficiency diseases, poisonous plants, viruses, and electromagnetic radiation.

I thought it was interesting that cellular phone use might be a contributing factor to CCD, although Wikipedia seems to poo poo the idea: “At present the link of either cordless or cellular phones to CCD is entirely speculative, and no research has been done to suggest or demonstrate such a link between the two phenomena. Regardless, such an explanation is not compatible with the historical and present patterns of CCD appearance, which have been intermittent and sudden.”

Far be it from me to be an alarmist, but again from Wikipedia: “From 1971 to 2006 approximately half of the U.S. honey bee colonies have vanished, but this decline includes the cumulative losses from all factors such as urbanization, pesticide use, tracheal and Varroa mites and commercial beekeepers retiring and going out of business, and has been fairly gradual. Late in the year 2006 and in early 2007, however, the rate of attrition was alleged to have reached new proportions, and the term "Colony Collapse Disorder" was proposed to describe this sudden rash of disappearances[1].”

35 years ago virtually all communication was over a land line, or sent to one land line to station to another via a microwave transmitter. I’d say the electromagnetic footprint then was exponentially less significant that it is today. Today cells phones are everywhere, wireless internet is everywhere, we are awash in electromagnetic radiation. If a bee uses fluctuations in the earths magnetic field to set its’ internal clock, by which it uses to gauge distances with the help of the position of the sun, it is in the realm of possibilities that the increased electromagnetic radiation messes them up.

Just one more reason not to take that cell call when you’re out to dinner.

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Good Morning Sunshines!

Tonight is a night of union for the stars and of scattering,
scattering, since a bride is coming from the skies, consisting of a full moon.
Venus cannot contain hereself for charming melodies, like the
nightingale which becomes intoxicated with the rose in spring-time.
See how the polestar is ogling Leo;
behold what dust Pisces is stirring up drom the deep!
Jupiter has galloped his steed against ancient Saturn, saying
"Take back your youth and go, bring good tidings!"
Mars' hand, which was full of blood from the handle of his
sword, has become as life-giving as the sun, the exalted in works.
Since Aquarius has come full of that water of life, the dry
cluster of Virgo is raining pearls from him.
The Pleiades full of goodness fears not Libra and being
broken; how should Aries flee away in fright from its mother?
When from the moon the arrow of a glance struck the heart
of Sagittarius, he took to night-faring in passion for her, like Scorpio.
On such a festival, go, sacrifice Taurus, else you are crooked of
gait in the mud like Cancer.
This sky is the astrolabe, and the reality is Love;
whatever wesay of this, attend to the meaning.
Shamsi-Tabriz, on that dawn when you shine, the dark night
is transformed to bright day by your moonlike face

Rumi

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Monday, April 23, 2007

What a Sunset!


Or maybe a moon rise.

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

When angels fall

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,

I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew -

And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod

The high untresspassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand and touched the face of God.


Poem by:
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee

No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941


An American Hero
Lt. Cmdr. Kevin Davis
Rest in Peace


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The Jinx

How many of you watching a ball game, it’s late in the 7th inning and the pitcher has soundly trounced each batter to a rumba rhythm… one-two-threestrikesyourout. Not one batter has come even close to the ball. Could it be……..? Am I going to see this extraordinary event? NO DON’T SAY THE WORDS!.

Then, the announcer in a hushed voiced says with ultimate confidence, “ I think he’s on his way to a perfect game”.

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why did he say THAT! He’s JINXED it!

And the next batter hits a Texas league hit that doesn’t deserve to make an appearance and drops into shallow right field.

It happens every time.

How many of you have a sweet deal in the works, but you don’t tell anybody because you don’t want to Jinx it.

Isn’t the word terrific?

Jinx.

I wondered where the word jinx comes from, and because it has such resonance in baseball, I thought it might come from the slang of baseball. Whether I am right or wrong is subject to debate, but it seems I’m leaning on the historically correct side.

World Wide Words describes the introduction of Jinx into the American lexicon.
”It does look odd, and its origin is in dispute. Explaining why is going to need a moment, since along the way we must take in the Ancient Greeks, the study of birds, witchcraft, nineteenth century vaudeville and the history of baseball.”

“First, the firm facts. The word jinx, in the sense of a thing or person that brings bad luck, is first recorded as sports slang from the US in the early years of the twentieth century. Most of the early American citations relate to baseball — for example, The Jinx: Stories of the Diamond by Allen Sangree of 1910 and Christy Mathewson’s Pitching at a Pinch of 1912, in which he says: “A jinx is something which brings bad luck to a ball player”. From there it spread out into standard American English and later to other varieties of the language.”

In the context of Baseball and things, which are, yet to come to fruition, the word Jinx refers to “tempting fate” to such a degree that failure is assured.

From Wikipedia’s entry on Jinx: “The superstition is sometimes used when talking about a future event with too much confidence. A statement like "We're sure to win the contest!" can be seen as a jinx by tempting fate. After such a statement, failure would be ironic. For the human mind, the irony makes it all the more likely. This therefore brings bad luck: it is a "jinx".”
Then, of course there’s the scenario as children when we say the same thing at exactly the same time.

JINX!

I’m not sure of the etiquette of this game having never played it, but you can find it here. I’m of the opinion that this is a girls game, but La tells me no. I have only anecdotal evidence that my view is true, La however tells me she has empircal evidence.
The American Heritage Dictionary offers a rather dry definition of the term Jinx. It gives no sense of the term.

But it appears to have a military aspect as well, much like ‘FUBAR’, ‘SNAFU’ and “Older than dirt”.

“Barry Popik of the American Dialect Society suggests that the word should be traced back to an American folksong called Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines, which was first popular in 1868.

One verse in one version goes:
The first day I went out to drill
The bugle sound made me quite ill,
At the Balance step my hat it fell,
And that wouldn't do for the Army.
The officers they all did shout,
They all cried out, they all did shout,
The officers they all did shout,
"Oh, that's the curse of the Army."

The reference to various misfortunes and a curse lend plausibility to this explanation.”

Murphy’s Law.

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Be careful where you walk

There's a world of talent out there.

Check out this particular artist working in a
very common but unusual medium:





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