3.27.2006
!!!
Minutes after receiving the Eucharist at a special Mass for lawyers and politicians at Cathedral of the Holy Cross, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia had a special blessing of his own for those who question his impartiality when it comes to matters of church and state.
Scalia flipped a middle finger to the press.
A Boston Herald reporter outside the Cathedral of the Holy Cross asked Scalia, 70, if he faces much questioning over impartiality when it comes to issues separating church and state.
"You know what I say to those people?" Scalia replied, making the obscene gesture. He explained, "That's Sicilian."
Who knew?
Reading an article helpfully aimed at the layman about the Riemann zeta function. Has something to do with prime numbers and physics of atoms, and the nature of the universe, or something.
Anyhow... Heres the kicker:
"There is an important sequence of numbers called "the moments of the Riemann zeta function." Although we know abstractly how to define it, mathematicians have had great difficulty explicitly calculating the numbers in the sequence. We have known since the 1920s that the first two numbers are 1 and 2, but it wasn't until a few years ago that mathematicians conjectured that the third number in the sequence may be 42—a figure greatly significant to those well-versed in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
Too funny.
Anyhow... Heres the kicker:
"There is an important sequence of numbers called "the moments of the Riemann zeta function." Although we know abstractly how to define it, mathematicians have had great difficulty explicitly calculating the numbers in the sequence. We have known since the 1920s that the first two numbers are 1 and 2, but it wasn't until a few years ago that mathematicians conjectured that the third number in the sequence may be 42—a figure greatly significant to those well-versed in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
Too funny.
3.25.2006
Me n' Kobe
So I started talking to a Rabbi. About things jewy. Just for fun.
The Rabbi told me to come see him sometime, and suggested I take an, 'interested in things jewy class' up in Dunwoody. Which would involve taking a bus to a train to a bus... and then doing it all over again to get back home again. This clearly violates my upper limt of 2 transfers per round-trip. I'm really not sure if G-d is worth it.
I complained to the boy, who had wrongly suggested that the Rabbi would make me, 'read a book and learn Hebrew ' or something. Which is entirely doable. 4 buses and 2 trains, once a week, for three months? Not so much.
The boy didn't have a lot of sympathy, and made caustic mention of the diaspora or exodus or something like that.
Anyhow.
Atlanta Dodge Ball Tournament came and went, for those of you who don't know. My team was Dr. Funkenstein and the Funky Bunch and Ms. Bling Bling in the ATL. I refused to be in any 'funkybunch.' The boys were great in their shiny spandex and cut-off t-shirts. I wore my sisters birthday present, which I won't reveal until later, as I haven't given it to her yet.
We got through 3 rounds, but didn't place. Awwww. I had a lot of fun but was definitely the worst player. Of the three girls and one m2f transexual on our team, I was definitely the worst. I throw like a girl. I did get one guy out in the second game, and lasted til the end of the fourth, at which point I called time out. Coach tried to sub himself in for me, but was told that you couldn't sub a girl for a guy. Good thing we had a transexual. Dude can throw!
Went to my first NA meeting last night. Nicotine anonymous - I haven't been doing anything cool. It was good. I'm quitting next week, on April Fools Day. But for real this time. No, seriously.
Peace, out - I mean shalom,
- Ms. Bling
The Rabbi told me to come see him sometime, and suggested I take an, 'interested in things jewy class' up in Dunwoody. Which would involve taking a bus to a train to a bus... and then doing it all over again to get back home again. This clearly violates my upper limt of 2 transfers per round-trip. I'm really not sure if G-d is worth it.
I complained to the boy, who had wrongly suggested that the Rabbi would make me, 'read a book and learn Hebrew ' or something. Which is entirely doable. 4 buses and 2 trains, once a week, for three months? Not so much.
The boy didn't have a lot of sympathy, and made caustic mention of the diaspora or exodus or something like that.
Anyhow.
Atlanta Dodge Ball Tournament came and went, for those of you who don't know. My team was Dr. Funkenstein and the Funky Bunch and Ms. Bling Bling in the ATL. I refused to be in any 'funkybunch.' The boys were great in their shiny spandex and cut-off t-shirts. I wore my sisters birthday present, which I won't reveal until later, as I haven't given it to her yet.
We got through 3 rounds, but didn't place. Awwww. I had a lot of fun but was definitely the worst player. Of the three girls and one m2f transexual on our team, I was definitely the worst. I throw like a girl. I did get one guy out in the second game, and lasted til the end of the fourth, at which point I called time out. Coach tried to sub himself in for me, but was told that you couldn't sub a girl for a guy. Good thing we had a transexual. Dude can throw!
Went to my first NA meeting last night. Nicotine anonymous - I haven't been doing anything cool. It was good. I'm quitting next week, on April Fools Day. But for real this time. No, seriously.
Peace, out - I mean shalom,
- Ms. Bling
3.19.2006
Culture of Fire!, Part 1/2
There's a word I want to hear, and it isn't Corruption. Remember watching
The Civil War on PBS years and years ago? Remember how the letters they
read always seemed to damned eloquent? So proper. Their English was
fantastic, and they used it well. Same goes for letters written during
World War I. It's like they were just smarter than we are now, and more
practiced at writing. Well, who knows if that's true or just some effect
of the weird sample of who writes while they're being shot at.
But then why in 1919 didn't the Supreme Court throw in a, "oh, and don't
shout conflagration either." I mean, people were smarter back then,
right? They used big words all the time. Here's my point. Anyone who can
read can look up and define a word. Doesn't mean they'll feel it. And
corruption is one of those words people can usually define, but don't
feel. It's an arm's length description of that guy you trusted with your
children turning out to be a child molester. It's a polite way of bringing
up that guy you thought was stand-up, running off to Switzerland with his
wife, baby and a pathetically small amount of embezzeled funds.
When someone steals, call them a thief. When they rape, call them a
rapist, and when they sell their votes and influence, we should call them
Criminals in their cells at Rikers.
- BADIDEABOY
The Civil War on PBS years and years ago? Remember how the letters they
read always seemed to damned eloquent? So proper. Their English was
fantastic, and they used it well. Same goes for letters written during
World War I. It's like they were just smarter than we are now, and more
practiced at writing. Well, who knows if that's true or just some effect
of the weird sample of who writes while they're being shot at.
But then why in 1919 didn't the Supreme Court throw in a, "oh, and don't
shout conflagration either." I mean, people were smarter back then,
right? They used big words all the time. Here's my point. Anyone who can
read can look up and define a word. Doesn't mean they'll feel it. And
corruption is one of those words people can usually define, but don't
feel. It's an arm's length description of that guy you trusted with your
children turning out to be a child molester. It's a polite way of bringing
up that guy you thought was stand-up, running off to Switzerland with his
wife, baby and a pathetically small amount of embezzeled funds.
When someone steals, call them a thief. When they rape, call them a
rapist, and when they sell their votes and influence, we should call them
Criminals in their cells at Rikers.
- BADIDEABOY
