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| Total Unique Visitors: 47618 |
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| A Moon For All Seasons |
| 2012-02-20 14:59:21 |
The night wasn’t so dark nor the horizon so stark when I returned and almost ran into a large moon hovering low behind the oak tree guarding the driveway down the street. I forgot how large the moon could appear. Tired after a long day, I yielded to all the crescents in my past, letting [...]...
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| Romancing the Light |
| 2011-09-24 23:55:47 |
Would you rather know that there is less than one ounce of astatine in the earth crust at anytime, and that the speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second, or would you rather know that the chemist Archie Randolph Ammon wrote poetry, as did James Clerk Maxwell the physicist?[1] In this late summer evening I would [...]...
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| In Praise of Sleep |
| 2011-07-22 00:23:28 |
Falling asleep under the sun is not an overrated experience as you’d think even if you don’t live in Seattle. Receding, the minutiae in the dreams you had under the sun’s influence left a peculiar disorientation as you surfaced out of the heat back to everyday life. Admittedly, it is not the same as being [...]...
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| The Malleability of Time |
| 2011-05-15 20:44:26 |
The word elegiac comes to mind today for no discernible reasons because conventionally elegiac is a wintry word and we are well past that season, aren’t we. The primroses have run their course, the disheveled leaves a fair price to pay for the boisterous beauty of the flowers enjoyed earlier. Thankfully, the leaves on the [...]...
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| Finding Paradoxes |
| 2011-03-20 02:56:04 |
Did you know that Socrates started learning to play the lyre after he was sentenced to death? That is not surprising as the man believed that all you need to be happy is to be virtuous. And to be virtuous all you have to do is to know enough to describe in words the necessary and sufficient essence of virtues.(1). It was what originally [...]...
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| Searching For Anodynes |
| 2011-01-30 18:07:36 |
It’s not quite the cliff-diving sensation of writing a short story, but starting a new post is like setting out for a short walk and ending up in a different city with a collection of souvenirs displayed in ASCII, deceptively tentative. As you probably have observed, we seldom write in long hand as much anymore, [...]...
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| Time Again |
| 2010-11-23 01:44:43 |
I did not eat the grapes that night because they were conjured up by a defense mechanism to distract me from the pain after the fall. Keats’s ode, purple-stained, and Andre Breton’s recurrent first time were adequate analgesia. Poetry came in handy then, as does the precarious stack of fiction hovering over the monitor at [...]...
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| Fall Flying |
| 2010-10-10 01:17:00 |
Absorbed in the integration of a new FPGA, I was unaware of autumn until I heard the beating wings of a flock of starlings flying south past my window. It was a sound both gentle and astonishing at the same time because the whispering air holding the tiny bodies in flight was also capable of [...]...
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| A Duality in Domains |
| 2010-05-02 03:54:41 |
Lately I have hesitated to think of numbers as austere things, well-defined and finite. It used to be that numbers had a different kind of charm, mostly because I knew where I was with them – one mole contains one Avogadro constant, 6.0221415 × 1023, of molecules – exactly the number of atoms in 12 [...]...
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| A Certain Uncertainty |
| 2010-02-16 00:16:28 |
So I thought I would cross the bridge to write a poem. It was hard. The unadorned volumes of e.e cummings, the gilded spines of W. H. Auden’s Collection, the frayed fabric of Rainer Maria Rilke’s works on my bookshelves stood patiently as if to reassure me but failed to impart any help. It [...]...
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