talking about talents in general, my girl interupts:
"mommy you have a talent."
"what is it ash?"
"your talent's love."
moment in bliss.
i love you all!
for a moment anyway.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Monday, December 20, 2004
no place like hell
since i'm exothermic today, and feel like burning everything in sight, here a good hellish read.
"Chemistry Exam
The following is supposedly an actual question given on a University of
Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound",
that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of
course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic
(absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas
cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
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 at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which
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. Most of these religions state if
you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is
more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than
one religion, we can project that 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
proportionately 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. 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 Teresa during my Freshman year
that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you" and take into
account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be
true, and thus I am sure Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.
The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows
that it is not accepting any more souls
and is therefore, extinct... leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the
existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept
shouting "Oh my God."
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A" ."
"Chemistry Exam
The following is supposedly an actual question given on a University of
Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound",
that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of
course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic
(absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas
cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
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 at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which
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. Most of these religions state if
you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is
more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than
one religion, we can project that 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
proportionately 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. 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 Teresa during my Freshman year
that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you" and take into
account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be
true, and thus I am sure Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.
The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows
that it is not accepting any more souls
and is therefore, extinct... leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the
existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept
shouting "Oh my God."
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A" ."
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
zoom zoom zoom off to the moon
mad zoom to christmas and all the trimings! been incredible swamped with year end at work and this and that and that and this. making my zillions with my upside down theraphy, uh...not. requests but no one's paid up yet...so Shnewt...show me the money!
exam. wish me luck
x'mas presents, d family done, mine not, but that's because we have to send them away
tree
food
trimmings
more presents (list just get larger with invites and surprise oversea relatives..but very nice, just no time!!)
cards! I've not send them out yet! eeeks
crafts. really crafty this year as this is my mind theraphy
gift exchange and potluck.
i am in so much trouble and so tardy this christmas...sigh...wanna make me happy? here's my wish list:
1. palm pilot
2. flat bed scanner
3. lots of clothes...i'm still growing
4. books...surprise me!
5. food! everything - costco truffles, chips, anything in a neat box would do!
6. a million $
7. silver eyelets at michael's craft store
8. craft hammer at michael's
9. 8" x 11" thick thick craft paper any colour
10. black purse (mine broke..sob!)
11. shoes - high heels size 7 long pointy tips - i LOVE shoes
12. silver chain with closure - for crafts but it looks like the chain for your bathroom sink. the only place i've found them is at Lewiscraft store for 99 cents for two.
13. gift certificates to Michael's craft store, le senza wink!, A & B.
14. help with this awful site. ideas but no idea on how to make it work!
merci~
exam. wish me luck
x'mas presents, d family done, mine not, but that's because we have to send them away
tree
food
trimmings
more presents (list just get larger with invites and surprise oversea relatives..but very nice, just no time!!)
cards! I've not send them out yet! eeeks
crafts. really crafty this year as this is my mind theraphy
gift exchange and potluck.
i am in so much trouble and so tardy this christmas...sigh...wanna make me happy? here's my wish list:
1. palm pilot
2. flat bed scanner
3. lots of clothes...i'm still growing
4. books...surprise me!
5. food! everything - costco truffles, chips, anything in a neat box would do!
6. a million $
7. silver eyelets at michael's craft store
8. craft hammer at michael's
9. 8" x 11" thick thick craft paper any colour
10. black purse (mine broke..sob!)
11. shoes - high heels size 7 long pointy tips - i LOVE shoes
12. silver chain with closure - for crafts but it looks like the chain for your bathroom sink. the only place i've found them is at Lewiscraft store for 99 cents for two.
13. gift certificates to Michael's craft store, le senza wink!, A & B.
14. help with this awful site. ideas but no idea on how to make it work!
merci~
Monday, November 22, 2004
thirsty for blood
apparently 92% of human beings are not intelligent enough to be human beings...well that might explain a few things, and it might not. if you are fairly intelligent and cannot figure out why you are losing brain cells at a rapid rate well it could be a whole assortment of reasons:
1. you are actually not intelligent
2. you have children
3. your intake of 'medication' is not for medicinal reasons
4. you are not hanging your self upside down
According to Alan Alder:
"Your brain needs blood because blood carries its food, oxygen. Oxygen is what enables me to express stunning insights, and you to appreciate them.
One reason for the oxygen deficit is that most of us don't breathe properly. Most of the day, we take shallow breaths from the neck up, instead of breathing deep from the bottom of the abdomen.
Vigorous exercise forces us to breathe hard and heavy and also pumps more blood into the brain. That's why afterward people feel so refreshed, relaxed, content and inspired.
But there's another way to achieve that euphoria: You can hang upside down. It's called inversion therapy, and for some it may be just the ticket."
There you go, that's my key to financial freedom, meet me at the nearest playground (with hanging bars) and I will charge a $50 for any one interested in getting smarter. I will also give you a massage for a mere additional charge of $50.
I will call this 'gray matter therapy'
I still have some openings available, but they might book up fast.
1. you are actually not intelligent
2. you have children
3. your intake of 'medication' is not for medicinal reasons
4. you are not hanging your self upside down
According to Alan Alder:
"Your brain needs blood because blood carries its food, oxygen. Oxygen is what enables me to express stunning insights, and you to appreciate them.
One reason for the oxygen deficit is that most of us don't breathe properly. Most of the day, we take shallow breaths from the neck up, instead of breathing deep from the bottom of the abdomen.
Vigorous exercise forces us to breathe hard and heavy and also pumps more blood into the brain. That's why afterward people feel so refreshed, relaxed, content and inspired.
But there's another way to achieve that euphoria: You can hang upside down. It's called inversion therapy, and for some it may be just the ticket."
There you go, that's my key to financial freedom, meet me at the nearest playground (with hanging bars) and I will charge a $50 for any one interested in getting smarter. I will also give you a massage for a mere additional charge of $50.
I will call this 'gray matter therapy'
I still have some openings available, but they might book up fast.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Sunday, November 14, 2004
'the persuaders'
much like brainwashing i think and extremely fascinating. the power of persuasion in the media and advertising has reached unbeknownst to the lay person, incredible heights.....beyond...logic lies...emotion...much more powerful tool which is caped and utilized to the fullest potential....the use of language testing by Frank Luntz has won the bush administration, and the 'codes' termed by Clotaire Rapaille has led him to fortunes for himself as well as kept the fortune 500 businesses successfully selling:
"When you learn a word, whatever it is, "coffee," "love," "mother," there is always a first time. There's a first time to learn everything. The first time you understand, you imprint the meaning of this word; you create a mental connection that you're going to keep using the rest of your life. …So actually every word has a mental highway. I call that a code, an unconscious code in the brain."
we cherish the freedom of choice. but this freedom again is manipulated more complexly and more discretely by the 'powers' of the money mongols through again the media and ad's by preying on our emotional gratifications regardless of neccesity or smarts detoxify
know thyself (when i find my 'codes' i'll let you know how...might be awhile:)
"When you learn a word, whatever it is, "coffee," "love," "mother," there is always a first time. There's a first time to learn everything. The first time you understand, you imprint the meaning of this word; you create a mental connection that you're going to keep using the rest of your life. …So actually every word has a mental highway. I call that a code, an unconscious code in the brain."
we cherish the freedom of choice. but this freedom again is manipulated more complexly and more discretely by the 'powers' of the money mongols through again the media and ad's by preying on our emotional gratifications regardless of neccesity or smarts detoxify
know thyself (when i find my 'codes' i'll let you know how...might be awhile:)
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
oh danny boy!
the dan man is 29th today. he's such a cradle robber i tell you, as i am a mere 20 years...
but he has talents:)
although.... my super genius somehow managed to lose all our files...then recovered only mine...sob...bad bad hard drive really...
big x and many xxx returns of many days:)
but he has talents:)
although.... my super genius somehow managed to lose all our files...then recovered only mine...sob...bad bad hard drive really...
big x and many xxx returns of many days:)
Friday, November 05, 2004
'writes' on paper
i love quaint shops like this. love the warmth and learning and quiet but sometimes bubbling excitment of exploring books. i'm starting to get excited about cook books...hmmmmm....
Friday, October 29, 2004
words
some people are brilliant. words, ideas, visual arts used, simply and complexly, charm and blow my senses away at times. i long for my brilliance to make its way to my head, so far i haven't seen a peek.
so until then, i'll drool at the incandescent smarts of all of you out there.
so until then, i'll drool at the incandescent smarts of all of you out there.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
goodness
sometimes i get dejected with the amounts of comsumption in our world, i want to scream out - ENOUGH! but somehow still mechanically participate in our demise. then there are times, when i read articles on the goodness and hope in organizations and in persons, and i remember...
from the japanese 'mottai-nai' project, to beer coasters, we are doing big and little things to conserve, for awareness, little steps...to toward simplicity....but i guess it'll get alot complicated first.
hope
from the japanese 'mottai-nai' project, to beer coasters, we are doing big and little things to conserve, for awareness, little steps...to toward simplicity....but i guess it'll get alot complicated first.
hope
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
magic stick
"I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
(I am the baddest chick)
(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
(And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?)
Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)"
I have in my hands a kingston 256mb memory stick! I am a lucky girl! My boy got his friend that he did some computer fix for to buy ME this. isn't he sweet? isn't he the best! plus i get my lunches made too. i'm so spoilt. grin!
please all remind me at any time when i complain:)
on another note, I have a gmail account!!!
life is sooooo splendid.
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
(I am the baddest chick)
(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
(And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?)
Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)"
I have in my hands a kingston 256mb memory stick! I am a lucky girl! My boy got his friend that he did some computer fix for to buy ME this. isn't he sweet? isn't he the best! plus i get my lunches made too. i'm so spoilt. grin!
please all remind me at any time when i complain:)
on another note, I have a gmail account!!!
life is sooooo splendid.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
cheese on cheese
if you are searching for things to do, as life is mundane but pleasantly so, you have time to smell the flowers, write your lists, dust, spend some time reading, you might like to check this out.
enough of that daydream.
we just did Dad's 65th Birthday! i think it went ok. was so tired i was not very coherent. the menu 'sounded' good anyways:
Theme:
'cheese' on 'cheese'
Decor:
Balloons
Place:
Anna's
Appy:
Chili Crab
Main:
Mango Honey Lemon Sea Bass with Salmon, Prawns, Asparagus and Mushroom over a bed of Couscous.
Dessert:
Cranberry Birhtday Cheese Cake with "The Greatest Dad in the Universe" written on it.
Best part was the cheese cake as that was bought:)
Dad loves the 'cheese', that includes cheesy quotes which we filled a whole 'brag book' on. cheesy pictures too:)
he loved his book, presents and dinner. he loves 'cheesy' better than cheese.
we can all sleep now.
thank you father!
enough of that daydream.
we just did Dad's 65th Birthday! i think it went ok. was so tired i was not very coherent. the menu 'sounded' good anyways:
Theme:
'cheese' on 'cheese'
Decor:
Balloons
Place:
Anna's
Appy:
Chili Crab
Main:
Mango Honey Lemon Sea Bass with Salmon, Prawns, Asparagus and Mushroom over a bed of Couscous.
Dessert:
Cranberry Birhtday Cheese Cake with "The Greatest Dad in the Universe" written on it.
Best part was the cheese cake as that was bought:)
Dad loves the 'cheese', that includes cheesy quotes which we filled a whole 'brag book' on. cheesy pictures too:)
he loved his book, presents and dinner. he loves 'cheesy' better than cheese.
we can all sleep now.
thank you father!
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
turkey. stuffing. gravy.
some people are turkeys, some stuffing, some gravy.
i believe that the whole human race can be defined in these three simple presentments.
turkeys are like peacocks, the main event, the entertainer, the life of whatever it is to be life of.
stuffing also known as dressing, is just that, the aesthetically pleasing, eye candy, sheik, or even the outrageously obnoxious.
gravy are the quiet, subtle, sometimes forgotten, background personage. however, once in a while will surprise you will flavour and charm.
thanksgiving was indulgent and stuffing. very yummy.
onto event #1057 -daddy's 65th.
i should be grateful for the zillion things to do, as i get lost when there isn't any, the pile of to dos, well the 'aged' to dos are really like dressing, good to look at, but never crossed off the list, they just dwell in some black hole, even when there is the elusive thing called time.
but i'm not grateful, i'm just spoilt and comatose today.
must be the turkey
or dressing
or gravy.
i believe that the whole human race can be defined in these three simple presentments.
turkeys are like peacocks, the main event, the entertainer, the life of whatever it is to be life of.
stuffing also known as dressing, is just that, the aesthetically pleasing, eye candy, sheik, or even the outrageously obnoxious.
gravy are the quiet, subtle, sometimes forgotten, background personage. however, once in a while will surprise you will flavour and charm.
thanksgiving was indulgent and stuffing. very yummy.
onto event #1057 -daddy's 65th.
i should be grateful for the zillion things to do, as i get lost when there isn't any, the pile of to dos, well the 'aged' to dos are really like dressing, good to look at, but never crossed off the list, they just dwell in some black hole, even when there is the elusive thing called time.
but i'm not grateful, i'm just spoilt and comatose today.
must be the turkey
or dressing
or gravy.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
now and zen
stole this catch phrase from an article i was reading about a creative vancouver based product - buddha boards. just in time for the madness of x'mas indulgences and stale ideas.
buddhaboards are similar to the etch-a-sketch boards so popular with kids, just funked up with all the fad trimming that'll appeal to the adult consumer who would like to find something 'different'.
so if you are looking for a zen / environmentally friendly gift, this might appeal.
speaking on the zen concept which in this company's perspective derived from the buddhist philosophy, of 'living in the moment', which like the origin of most anything, can be challenged and interpreted in gosh a zillion different ways, here is an interesting read on the "relationship between Buddhist philosophy, modern science, other religions and transpersonal psychology."
another write on zen
should we live...now and zen? which translates to now and now...
buddhaboards are similar to the etch-a-sketch boards so popular with kids, just funked up with all the fad trimming that'll appeal to the adult consumer who would like to find something 'different'.
so if you are looking for a zen / environmentally friendly gift, this might appeal.
speaking on the zen concept which in this company's perspective derived from the buddhist philosophy, of 'living in the moment', which like the origin of most anything, can be challenged and interpreted in gosh a zillion different ways, here is an interesting read on the "relationship between Buddhist philosophy, modern science, other religions and transpersonal psychology."
another write on zen
should we live...now and zen? which translates to now and now...
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
shark tales
dreamworks studios - 'shark tales' was, well, ok...somewhat entertaining but forgettable. here's a bit about a 'real shark tale' at California’s Monterey Bay Aquarium.
now this brings to mind that glass commercial where the janitor accidentally cracks the aquarium glass as a shark in it swims toward him...(jaws anterm)
more fish talk
now this brings to mind that glass commercial where the janitor accidentally cracks the aquarium glass as a shark in it swims toward him...(jaws anterm)
more fish talk
Friday, October 01, 2004
food for food
i'm thinking about lobster today...
no, i don't think you quite understand...
lobster is...better than...well alot of things to me...
well, better than chocolate...and I LOVE dark chocolate especially...
i'm thinking of lobster at glowbal $17 for lunchies...or brunch at feenies the lobster benny is divine...
i'm reminiscing a trip taken on my one and only first class seat, where there was a lobster buffet...yes on the plane...yes the entire 8 hour trip....i was definitely closer to blissful heaven...
oh, and the cruise 1993...a midnight lobster feast...
those were yummy days...
lobster is my aphrodisiac...better than oysters, which is close and better than red wine, fav at moment is the australian rosemount estate shiraz...which is closer...but lobster will always win.
lemon cake for breakfast, very delicious, and chinese for lunch with finance...
all about food today.
cheers to good appetites and lobster dreams...
i love food...and lobster!
happy day!
no, i don't think you quite understand...
lobster is...better than...well alot of things to me...
well, better than chocolate...and I LOVE dark chocolate especially...
i'm thinking of lobster at glowbal $17 for lunchies...or brunch at feenies the lobster benny is divine...
i'm reminiscing a trip taken on my one and only first class seat, where there was a lobster buffet...yes on the plane...yes the entire 8 hour trip....i was definitely closer to blissful heaven...
oh, and the cruise 1993...a midnight lobster feast...
those were yummy days...
lobster is my aphrodisiac...better than oysters, which is close and better than red wine, fav at moment is the australian rosemount estate shiraz...which is closer...but lobster will always win.
lemon cake for breakfast, very delicious, and chinese for lunch with finance...
all about food today.
cheers to good appetites and lobster dreams...
i love food...and lobster!
happy day!
Thursday, September 30, 2004
massive change
arts and entertainment is hitting the vancouver art gallery big time as 'design' with all its definitions is brought to full front with the premier of Massive Change on Oct 2.
"Curated by Bruce Mau and designed by the Institute without Boundaries, the exhibition invites viewers to consider the dynamic future of design culture and the crucial real-life choices we must make. Massive Change is dramatic, engaging and critical, immersing visitors in a series of powerful encounters with the latest innovations in the fields of urban design, transportation, information design, revolutionary material and more."
after that, I would like to do this. hey, a girl can dream...after i pay all my bills for these two months that is...great thing is that its local...
"Curated by Bruce Mau and designed by the Institute without Boundaries, the exhibition invites viewers to consider the dynamic future of design culture and the crucial real-life choices we must make. Massive Change is dramatic, engaging and critical, immersing visitors in a series of powerful encounters with the latest innovations in the fields of urban design, transportation, information design, revolutionary material and more."
after that, I would like to do this. hey, a girl can dream...after i pay all my bills for these two months that is...great thing is that its local...
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
blah
september was crazy....
madness of school starts and all the hoopla
begins of fall activities
courses
birthdays
oh and
cupcakes galore...apparently this is the latest fad according to the Vancouver Sun Sept 22 entertainment section, I think...great minds think too much...ha!
October seems to be running the same course
birthdays - Dad's 65th, kids and friends
thanksgiving - away
meet ups - that'll somehow conflict with all the october festives...
halloween - i want to do nothing here...anyone up for taking the kids? grin...bite my tongue!
now if i had some sense and accumen....i would take some blue pills beforehand...
tired and blah...
oh wait, was just given a rather Large Dark Chocolate Bar...
that'll do, I smile with energy again.
madness of school starts and all the hoopla
begins of fall activities
courses
birthdays
oh and
cupcakes galore...apparently this is the latest fad according to the Vancouver Sun Sept 22 entertainment section, I think...great minds think too much...ha!
October seems to be running the same course
birthdays - Dad's 65th, kids and friends
thanksgiving - away
meet ups - that'll somehow conflict with all the october festives...
halloween - i want to do nothing here...anyone up for taking the kids? grin...bite my tongue!
now if i had some sense and accumen....i would take some blue pills beforehand...
tired and blah...
oh wait, was just given a rather Large Dark Chocolate Bar...
that'll do, I smile with energy again.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
non sense
observing...judging...
sometimes closely related, but again a matter of opinion and for myself, all based on the intentions.
there was someone today, that i felt incredible compassion for. some would call it feeling sorry for, but the latter description does not describe the great wanting to do something, the overwhelming urge that was so physically felt, that i had to stand up. i don't really know this person and if intuition serves me well, i didn't think that my intent would be understood. pride is a detrimental trait sometimes, and sometimes a survival tool. i didn't know, so i let it be. i wonder sometimes...
i had a wonderful dinner with a like minded soul. its incredible the endorphins that runs through you, such a natural high, when you are enjoying the company and conversation. well, the wine helped too:)
i am intrigue by kindness. this actually fascinates me. i know, its quite strange. i'm not sure if i can quite explain, but this act can make the hardest, meanest persons do very out of character things...very powerful ...very impressing...
sometimes personalities just engage me, i feel like a child observing, processing, learning and just wanting to see more. if i poke you will you cry? how about you? why are you laughing? why are you offended? can't you take a joke? how come he can but not her? are women too sensitive? oh, not ... why? if i tell you to f-off, why are you grinning? when he tells you to, why..oh black eye...hummmm...grin! ok, i'm getting sleepy...i think...
and think...and think....
smile!
Monday, August 30, 2004
echoes and shadows
instinct tells me things, i hear but i don't listen. i don't think i quite understand. the imprints of emotion do not translate very well into language. i find i stumble quite often through such thick and familiar terrain but just not quite comprehending.
i wonder if i will ever be sustained in the present. i'm just not sure what i'm searching for. but i am searching and it just doesn't seem tangible or real. but the feeling is great and the urge is undeniable. so what is it, it is there somewhere deep in the trenches of my unknowing.
i cry, i hurt, i laugh, i bliss, and its there, the presence.
until i find it, the restlessness echoes and the shadows follow.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
'zip trekking'
everyone should try it. its exhilarating. you basically ride on a group of five 'ziplines' which span over i think 1/2 a mile. the experience is about 3 hours long. (waiting was a major part though) the oldest person who's braved it was 88 years old! the oldest person who's braved it doing the zip upside down was 75!
fun guided tour, through our 'rain forest', apparently it's the next 'stag/stagette' fad at whistler.
yes i was brave, yes i zipped upside down, give me a medal and all but really i'm just crazy. besides, it was really quite safe. have a
look.
fun guided tour, through our 'rain forest', apparently it's the next 'stag/stagette' fad at whistler.
yes i was brave, yes i zipped upside down, give me a medal and all but really i'm just crazy. besides, it was really quite safe. have a
look.
Friday, August 13, 2004
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
mp3 blogging
mp3 blogging according to the morning news is the
latest trend on music sharing. its interesting to see the revolution, evolution and re-invention to the blogging scene.
latest trend on music sharing. its interesting to see the revolution, evolution and re-invention to the blogging scene.
Sunday, August 01, 2004
butterflies and trees
when i was young, i loved climbing trees. I loved watching butterflies. as i got older i used to doodle trees and butterflies in class. one day, i forgot all about them.
today is the first time i remembered again.
i find it disheartening how human nature forgets...or out grows innocent pleasures.
sometimes we need to forget, but sometimes we should remember.
is anything sustainable?
there should be a 'refresh' key.
we all need one.
today is the first time i remembered again.
i find it disheartening how human nature forgets...or out grows innocent pleasures.
sometimes we need to forget, but sometimes we should remember.
is anything sustainable?
there should be a 'refresh' key.
we all need one.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Ambrey
today 6 years ago, at approximately 2pm, ambrey decided to grace the world with her presence.
she was huge and loud and beautiful. ambrey had an appetite that would put anyone to shame. luckily her meals were free:)
i look at her now and am overwhelmed by the little individual she has become. she got up today before her sister (which is very unusual), excited and full of anticipation. she picked out a cream skort and bright orange tank, got ready, brushed her teeth and got her own breakfast of cheerios and milk.
i miss my baby, i'm choked with pride and sadness, as she is now a little girl who is growing more independent each passing day.
i wrestle daily with the 'dependence' vs 'independence' thing. apparently 'inter-dependence' is the way to go...but that is another blog.
i am so proud of her and all she is, and today is another reminder to treasure each moment.
its also quite unnerving to witness your own mannerisms and expressions mimicked, and idiosyncrasies ingrained in another little being.
amazing the cycle of living...
happy life my dear little one and all of happiness returned over and over again.
she was huge and loud and beautiful. ambrey had an appetite that would put anyone to shame. luckily her meals were free:)
i look at her now and am overwhelmed by the little individual she has become. she got up today before her sister (which is very unusual), excited and full of anticipation. she picked out a cream skort and bright orange tank, got ready, brushed her teeth and got her own breakfast of cheerios and milk.
i miss my baby, i'm choked with pride and sadness, as she is now a little girl who is growing more independent each passing day.
i wrestle daily with the 'dependence' vs 'independence' thing. apparently 'inter-dependence' is the way to go...but that is another blog.
i am so proud of her and all she is, and today is another reminder to treasure each moment.
its also quite unnerving to witness your own mannerisms and expressions mimicked, and idiosyncrasies ingrained in another little being.
amazing the cycle of living...
happy life my dear little one and all of happiness returned over and over again.
Monday, July 19, 2004
soak up the sun
its ironic or maybe not, that i find lyrics to songs quite enlightening. sheryl crow's soak up the sun, it was playing in the background on tv on muchmusic one night...
'its not having what you want, but wanting what you have...."
why is that such a struggle for most of us? as much as this is obvious, in thought, in doesn't seem to be in action.
i have so much and i acknowledge this, my mind appreciates this but my actions don't. why?
there is such detachment from the mind to the physical. the tie should be a natural flow, but its not.
its been an amazing sunny summer...
soak up the sun...
thinking...
'its not having what you want, but wanting what you have...."
why is that such a struggle for most of us? as much as this is obvious, in thought, in doesn't seem to be in action.
i have so much and i acknowledge this, my mind appreciates this but my actions don't. why?
there is such detachment from the mind to the physical. the tie should be a natural flow, but its not.
its been an amazing sunny summer...
soak up the sun...
thinking...
Friday, July 16, 2004
questions
i should like running. if running wasn't so exhausting. in my mind i run alot. i wonder if that contributes to my metabolism. though i must be running less... i need a physical sport i enjoy, so along with mind purging, i can physically rid myself of all the chemical toxins my brain conjures up and all that's in my realm.
i like climbing. it would be great to reach the clouds and hide sometimes. today would be a good day to do just that, and stay there for a while.
i like sleep. its good for me. its a good escape from too much stress and reality. sometimes i can control my dreams. i love that. i like to control my fate. but that is sometimes near impossible.
i like reading. time travel is a very interesting concept. it intrigues me. i'm reading a fascinating book by Bill Bryson which dabbles in alot of interesting concepts to the ever long and mostly unrealized question about how we all began? universe, planets, earth and all living matter. the question that goes on questioning.
that basically describes me.
i like climbing. it would be great to reach the clouds and hide sometimes. today would be a good day to do just that, and stay there for a while.
i like sleep. its good for me. its a good escape from too much stress and reality. sometimes i can control my dreams. i love that. i like to control my fate. but that is sometimes near impossible.
i like reading. time travel is a very interesting concept. it intrigues me. i'm reading a fascinating book by Bill Bryson which dabbles in alot of interesting concepts to the ever long and mostly unrealized question about how we all began? universe, planets, earth and all living matter. the question that goes on questioning.
that basically describes me.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
gone
dying and crying
grief and disbelief
sadness and pointless
is it?
a little girl is sobbing
at her grandmother's grave
how does one explain
the heart-wrenching pain
where has she gone
why are we left still
mysteries of the unknown
not a glimpse, we are on loan
struggling, grasping
just not understanding
failing miserably
holding back tears, just can't see
the little girl is wailing
she can't comprehend
heaven do you hear her?
angels please! ease the fragile dear
all feel the weight even more
when innocence is burnt
all feel the hell and anguish
Creator! its selfish
madness, senseless
the life so alive
a blink
she's gone
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in memory of:
dearest uncle tony
lovingly grand auntie pearl
and all the living touched.
grief and disbelief
sadness and pointless
is it?
a little girl is sobbing
at her grandmother's grave
how does one explain
the heart-wrenching pain
where has she gone
why are we left still
mysteries of the unknown
not a glimpse, we are on loan
struggling, grasping
just not understanding
failing miserably
holding back tears, just can't see
the little girl is wailing
she can't comprehend
heaven do you hear her?
angels please! ease the fragile dear
all feel the weight even more
when innocence is burnt
all feel the hell and anguish
Creator! its selfish
madness, senseless
the life so alive
a blink
she's gone
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in memory of:
dearest uncle tony
lovingly grand auntie pearl
and all the living touched.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
'cracked pots'
i was just forwarded an email from one of the great people in my life on a simple Chinese-origin tale about the flaws and differences in human characteristics. it’s a quick reminder that ignites acceptance in ourselves as well as those around us. i am feeling more introspective and aware today, because of a few, three to be exact situations that do not involve myself, but my realm anyways.
i feel angry that today someone has to leave because of the lack of tolerance and understanding of another.
i feel frustrated that someone i love is treated unfairly because of personality.
i feel sad because another loved one is hurting badly, needlessly because of the pride and selfishness of another.
the world is sick from too much pride and greed and mental strain. it’s so unfair the power of silly individuals that whine and the brainless, senseless persons that listen to all that rubbish.
on another thought, i guess, ship out of bad environments or just ones that don’t work for you or people that don’t.
then again, there should be something said for those that stick and work things out.
again, the brilliance is in knowing when to do what.
hindsight 20/20.
i say eat chocolate and drink red wine instead.
question: are you a cracked pot? or a crack pot? or just the pot? or just the crack?
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a look on the brighter side....
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole which he carried across his neck..
One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and
always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only
one and a half pots full of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for
which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and
miserable that it was able to accomplish only
half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to
the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water
to leak out all the way back to your
house."
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers
only on your side of the path,
but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known
about your flaw, and I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've
watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table. Without you being just the
way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house"
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together
so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the
good in them.
Blessings to all my crackpot friends.
i feel angry that today someone has to leave because of the lack of tolerance and understanding of another.
i feel frustrated that someone i love is treated unfairly because of personality.
i feel sad because another loved one is hurting badly, needlessly because of the pride and selfishness of another.
the world is sick from too much pride and greed and mental strain. it’s so unfair the power of silly individuals that whine and the brainless, senseless persons that listen to all that rubbish.
on another thought, i guess, ship out of bad environments or just ones that don’t work for you or people that don’t.
then again, there should be something said for those that stick and work things out.
again, the brilliance is in knowing when to do what.
hindsight 20/20.
i say eat chocolate and drink red wine instead.
question: are you a cracked pot? or a crack pot? or just the pot? or just the crack?
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a look on the brighter side....
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole which he carried across his neck..
One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and
always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only
one and a half pots full of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for
which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and
miserable that it was able to accomplish only
half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to
the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water
to leak out all the way back to your
house."
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers
only on your side of the path,
but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known
about your flaw, and I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've
watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table. Without you being just the
way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house"
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together
so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the
good in them.
Blessings to all my crackpot friends.
Friday, June 04, 2004
balance
i feel balanced lately, however anything and everything can change this. i blink and some vibe, thought, will cause an uneasiness again. i don't remember being this way before, either that, or i had rose coloured glasses on my whole life before.
balanced makes me feel that its really all an illusion, which again leads to the uncomfortable. i take comfort in that. gosh the dichotomy of self.
just a moment ago, i was serene and balanced. my remembrances of the recent yesterdays, were busy but somewhat satisfying. i now feel estranged again. strange...
i need peace in my own skin.
onto another thought, i got a call from an employment agency for payroll contract work. apparently some of these agencies keep resumes forever. its been over a year and a half at least. always good to know what's out there.
so much to do, personal...my list:
1. Baptism - cake,present, card, food, favours, decorations
2. Mom's B-day - cake, buy food, cook food, favours, present, card.
3. Wedding - present, card, dress, pack, lists.
4. Babies - present, card.
5. Father's Day - cards, presents, lunch.
6. Birthday - dinner, present, card.
7. Going away - present making
8. Summer Camps - July done, August prep.
that's for june plus the usual daily, monthly survival thingies...
nevermind the work list...
cheers its Friday!
balanced makes me feel that its really all an illusion, which again leads to the uncomfortable. i take comfort in that. gosh the dichotomy of self.
just a moment ago, i was serene and balanced. my remembrances of the recent yesterdays, were busy but somewhat satisfying. i now feel estranged again. strange...
i need peace in my own skin.
onto another thought, i got a call from an employment agency for payroll contract work. apparently some of these agencies keep resumes forever. its been over a year and a half at least. always good to know what's out there.
so much to do, personal...my list:
1. Baptism - cake,present, card, food, favours, decorations
2. Mom's B-day - cake, buy food, cook food, favours, present, card.
3. Wedding - present, card, dress, pack, lists.
4. Babies - present, card.
5. Father's Day - cards, presents, lunch.
6. Birthday - dinner, present, card.
7. Going away - present making
8. Summer Camps - July done, August prep.
that's for june plus the usual daily, monthly survival thingies...
nevermind the work list...
cheers its Friday!
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
thought recorder
i would like a high-tech mini thought recording device for the lay person like me. you can visit any retail outlet and pick up a blue, sleek, smaller than a credit card gadget with all the bells and whistles with built in programs like thought translator/transcriber/dictionary for say $500.
i would buy one. all you techies and geniuses out there. here's a product idea, now go invent.
i have as usual an overflow of mumbo-jumbo in my head. some very interesting tangents too. most times, i forget them before i can process the words. some are so brilliantly funny that i truly wish i had a photographic memory OR a thought recorder!!!
i at present cannot remember anything note worthy.
i now end my ramblings.
i say goodbye and i will have a nice day. you should too.
i would buy one. all you techies and geniuses out there. here's a product idea, now go invent.
i have as usual an overflow of mumbo-jumbo in my head. some very interesting tangents too. most times, i forget them before i can process the words. some are so brilliantly funny that i truly wish i had a photographic memory OR a thought recorder!!!
i at present cannot remember anything note worthy.
i now end my ramblings.
i say goodbye and i will have a nice day. you should too.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
one red hen
one red hen
couple of ducks
three brown bears
four running hares
five fat ladies
six simple simons
seven siamese sailors sailing on the seven seas
eight elongated elephants elevated in an elevator shaft
nine nattering ninnies nicely nestled
ten i'm not a sheet slitter nor a sheet slitter's son but i'll slit sheets till the sheet slitting's done.
this is a drinking game i learnt on rob's infamous houseboating trip. that's all i learnt with the exception that i like to sleep alot...must be the water and boat thing...
now if i could just spend some time on mark's instructions on how to post pics. this might be more interesting...
couple of ducks
three brown bears
four running hares
five fat ladies
six simple simons
seven siamese sailors sailing on the seven seas
eight elongated elephants elevated in an elevator shaft
nine nattering ninnies nicely nestled
ten i'm not a sheet slitter nor a sheet slitter's son but i'll slit sheets till the sheet slitting's done.
this is a drinking game i learnt on rob's infamous houseboating trip. that's all i learnt with the exception that i like to sleep alot...must be the water and boat thing...
now if i could just spend some time on mark's instructions on how to post pics. this might be more interesting...
Monday, May 31, 2004
mental & emotional orgasms
there is so much emphasis on the physical, so much of our emotional and mental status are neglected. i am always amazed at how little attention is spent on our humanity. we are so caught up with keeping up with social pressures and maintaining outward appearances. we do this to such an extend that we call it 'maintaining a living'.
so many of us are depressed, unhappy or living in a pretentious state. so deep are we rooted in superficiality that we believe so much of the crap that is drilled in our surroundings. even our air and food is synthetic.
its wrong, why can't we change this? why is the 9/5 job the norm, why is capitalism still standing, why is consumption out of control, why do we 'let' all this happen for the so few that benefit, that don't really????
the answer i guess lies in the age long instinct embedded somewhere in us, greed and survival....
how do i make a difference, where can it start, where can i say no?
we live only for a brief period and most of who we are is never discovered. in the huge scope of time, its like a flash of a camera....
so many of us are depressed, unhappy or living in a pretentious state. so deep are we rooted in superficiality that we believe so much of the crap that is drilled in our surroundings. even our air and food is synthetic.
its wrong, why can't we change this? why is the 9/5 job the norm, why is capitalism still standing, why is consumption out of control, why do we 'let' all this happen for the so few that benefit, that don't really????
the answer i guess lies in the age long instinct embedded somewhere in us, greed and survival....
how do i make a difference, where can it start, where can i say no?
we live only for a brief period and most of who we are is never discovered. in the huge scope of time, its like a flash of a camera....
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
sheep and aliens
sometimes i stare at my mom and think "am i an alien?"
why are the masses sheep?
why is the article below so obvious, but not many seem to just 'think' this?
isn't this logical?
doesn't this make the most sense?
is common sense not common?
why so few?
am i an alien?
Losing the War on Stupidity
So the pinhead spin on the torture and killing of Iraqi prisoners in Abu Ghraib goes something like "no one apologized to us for 9-11" and "the torture is nothing compared to acts like the beheading of Nick Berg" or worse, "the beheading justifies the torture."
Well. Let us explore how grotesquely simple-minded this "logic" is. Basically, it assumes that Al Qaeda and the Taliban are synonomous with Iraqi civilians; that all the peoples of Central Asia and the Middle East are one monolithic Evil Brown Person. If one of these "people" commits an act of terrorism, the rest are guilty by association. This is the same stupid stereotyping that Islamic radicals engage in when talking about the West. And it is incredibly dangerous.
I shouldn't have to point out that the prisoners in Abu Ghraib aren't the same individuals who murdered Nick Berg -- the Red Cross reported that 70-90% of them were innocent of anything -- but so many Americans seem incapable of even this slight level of complexity of thought.
See War on Stupidity cartoon from 2001.
here is the link:
http://www.people.virginia.edu/~jls6c/slowpokeblog.html
why are the masses sheep?
why is the article below so obvious, but not many seem to just 'think' this?
isn't this logical?
doesn't this make the most sense?
is common sense not common?
why so few?
am i an alien?
Losing the War on Stupidity
So the pinhead spin on the torture and killing of Iraqi prisoners in Abu Ghraib goes something like "no one apologized to us for 9-11" and "the torture is nothing compared to acts like the beheading of Nick Berg" or worse, "the beheading justifies the torture."
Well. Let us explore how grotesquely simple-minded this "logic" is. Basically, it assumes that Al Qaeda and the Taliban are synonomous with Iraqi civilians; that all the peoples of Central Asia and the Middle East are one monolithic Evil Brown Person. If one of these "people" commits an act of terrorism, the rest are guilty by association. This is the same stupid stereotyping that Islamic radicals engage in when talking about the West. And it is incredibly dangerous.
I shouldn't have to point out that the prisoners in Abu Ghraib aren't the same individuals who murdered Nick Berg -- the Red Cross reported that 70-90% of them were innocent of anything -- but so many Americans seem incapable of even this slight level of complexity of thought.
See War on Stupidity cartoon from 2001.
here is the link:
http://www.people.virginia.edu/~jls6c/slowpokeblog.html
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
my bills
i met bill when i was fourteen. everyone warned me about the evil, conniving, two-faced, back-stabbing person. i laughed and understood and saw all the goodness, charm, intelligence, and sometimes even kindness. i wasn't deceived though, and saw also all the evil, conniving, two-faced back-stabbing traits, but it was never done unto me. Until the day it was.
i met bill 2 and fell madly, hopelessly, pubescently, in lust/love who really knows now, until again the thing that could be done but never to me was again done and betrayed.
i married bill 3, and left bill 3 after 12 years.
so after killing my bills, was flogged, died, buried, and on the third day, rose again, i now the battered and cynical but more matured me has somewhat emerged. i am now dating feens...uh...i mean just one:) who's wisdom sometimes exceeds mine...well just a few times...because i'm brilliant...really i am! honest...it takes a genius to detect anyways...
by the way, original bill was not male.
she was a lesson in friendship not 'pantship'.
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another old time fav...lyrics from Sting:
"Fragile"
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are
i met bill 2 and fell madly, hopelessly, pubescently, in lust/love who really knows now, until again the thing that could be done but never to me was again done and betrayed.
i married bill 3, and left bill 3 after 12 years.
so after killing my bills, was flogged, died, buried, and on the third day, rose again, i now the battered and cynical but more matured me has somewhat emerged. i am now dating feens...uh...i mean just one:) who's wisdom sometimes exceeds mine...well just a few times...because i'm brilliant...really i am! honest...it takes a genius to detect anyways...
by the way, original bill was not male.
she was a lesson in friendship not 'pantship'.
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another old time fav...lyrics from Sting:
"Fragile"
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are
Monday, May 17, 2004
"old man cactus"
love this plant. grin. don't know how to post pics yet...hopeless but learning!
http://www.britannica.com/eb/article?eu=58397&tocid=0&query
"usually Cephalocereus senilis, a columnar species of cactus (family Cactaceae), native to central Mexico. Because of the wisps of whitish hair along its stem, it is a popular potted plant and grows well outdoors in Mediterranean climates. It usually attains 6 m (about 20 feet) before flowering and can grow to twice that height. Other attractive forms…"
http://www.britannica.com/eb/article?eu=58397&tocid=0&query
"usually Cephalocereus senilis, a columnar species of cactus (family Cactaceae), native to central Mexico. Because of the wisps of whitish hair along its stem, it is a popular potted plant and grows well outdoors in Mediterranean climates. It usually attains 6 m (about 20 feet) before flowering and can grow to twice that height. Other attractive forms…"
Thursday, May 13, 2004
'sap'
i'm 'sappy'. you can squeeze it out of me quite easily, but like a lemon there's always more and like one of the root definition for 'sap' - "body fluid (as blood) essential to life, health, or vigor", no matter how i try, to my chagrin, it seems to be a potent part of me. quite annoying i tell you.
this flaw combined with excessive thinking can be extremely confusing. the extensions i conjure up sometimes even take me by surprise.
as i attempt to aspire sanity, i somehow have to rid myself of the untangibles. so here's some:
restlessness of so much unsaid
pent up indescribables
emotions transcribed to language
is a seemly teeth pulling task
as i latch on fiercely
resisting the unknown
this flaw combined with excessive thinking can be extremely confusing. the extensions i conjure up sometimes even take me by surprise.
as i attempt to aspire sanity, i somehow have to rid myself of the untangibles. so here's some:
restlessness of so much unsaid
pent up indescribables
emotions transcribed to language
is a seemly teeth pulling task
as i latch on fiercely
resisting the unknown
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
no time....
No time to transfer thoughts to words lately thus an article from Aquanews:
Physics of Fluids
A multi-institutional research team from the United States has made a startling discovery in the field of aerodynamics.
Wind tunnel tests of scale-model humpback whale flippers have revealed that the scalloped, bumpy flipper is a more efficient wing design than the current model used by the aeronautics industry on airplanes.
The tests show that bump-ridged flippers do not stall as quickly and produce more lift and less drag than sleek flippers of a comparable size.
The study, involving researchers from West Chester University, Duke University and the U.S. Naval Academy, required the creation of two 22-inch-tall scale models of humpback pectoral flippers -- one with the characteristic bumps, called tubercles, and one without.
The performance of the sleek flipper was similar to that of a typical airplane wing. But the tubercle flipper exhibited nearly 8 percent better lift properties, and withstood stall at a 40 percent steeper wind angle. The team was particularly surprised to discover that the flipper with tubercles produced as much as 32 percent lower drag than the sleek flipper.
"The simultaneous achievement of increased lift and reduced drag results in an increase in aerodynamic efficiency," explained Laurens Howle, a fluid dynamics engineer at Duke University and co-author of the study.
Hydrodynamic Flippers
As whales move through the water, the tubercles disrupt the line of pressure against the leading edge of the flippers. The row of tubercles sheers the flow of water and redirects it into the scalloped valley between each tubercle, causing swirling vortices that roll up and over the flipper to actually enhance lift properties.
"The swirling vortices inject momentum into the flow," said Howle. "This injection of momentum keeps the flow attached to the upper surface of the wing and delays stall to higher wind angles."
The purpose of the tubercles on the leading edge of humpback whale flippers has been the source of speculation for some time, said biomechanicist Frank Fish of West Chester University, a co-author of the study. "The idea they improved flipper aerodynamics was so counter to our current doctrine of fluid dynamics, no one had ever analyzed them," he said.
Humpback whales maneuver in the water with surprising agility for 44-foot animals, particularly when they are hunting for food. By exhaling air underwater as they turn in a circle, the whales create a cylindrical wall of bubbles that herd small fish inside. Then they barrel up through the middle of the "bubble net," mouth open wide, to scoop up their prey.
Manmade designs
According to Fish, the scalloped hammerhead shark is the only other marine animal with a similar aerodynamic design. The expanded hammerhead shark head may act like a wing.
The trick now is to figure out how to incorporate the advantage of the tubercle flipper into manmade designs, said Fish.
The research team now plans to perform a systematic engineering investigation of the role of scalloped leading edges on lift increase, drag reduction and stall delay.
"This discovery has potential applications not only to airplane wings but also on the tips of helicopter rotors, airplane propellers and ship rudders," said Howle.
Their findings were published in the May 2004 issue of Physics of Fluids.
Physics of Fluids
A multi-institutional research team from the United States has made a startling discovery in the field of aerodynamics.
Wind tunnel tests of scale-model humpback whale flippers have revealed that the scalloped, bumpy flipper is a more efficient wing design than the current model used by the aeronautics industry on airplanes.
The tests show that bump-ridged flippers do not stall as quickly and produce more lift and less drag than sleek flippers of a comparable size.
The study, involving researchers from West Chester University, Duke University and the U.S. Naval Academy, required the creation of two 22-inch-tall scale models of humpback pectoral flippers -- one with the characteristic bumps, called tubercles, and one without.
The performance of the sleek flipper was similar to that of a typical airplane wing. But the tubercle flipper exhibited nearly 8 percent better lift properties, and withstood stall at a 40 percent steeper wind angle. The team was particularly surprised to discover that the flipper with tubercles produced as much as 32 percent lower drag than the sleek flipper.
"The simultaneous achievement of increased lift and reduced drag results in an increase in aerodynamic efficiency," explained Laurens Howle, a fluid dynamics engineer at Duke University and co-author of the study.
Hydrodynamic Flippers
As whales move through the water, the tubercles disrupt the line of pressure against the leading edge of the flippers. The row of tubercles sheers the flow of water and redirects it into the scalloped valley between each tubercle, causing swirling vortices that roll up and over the flipper to actually enhance lift properties.
"The swirling vortices inject momentum into the flow," said Howle. "This injection of momentum keeps the flow attached to the upper surface of the wing and delays stall to higher wind angles."
The purpose of the tubercles on the leading edge of humpback whale flippers has been the source of speculation for some time, said biomechanicist Frank Fish of West Chester University, a co-author of the study. "The idea they improved flipper aerodynamics was so counter to our current doctrine of fluid dynamics, no one had ever analyzed them," he said.
Humpback whales maneuver in the water with surprising agility for 44-foot animals, particularly when they are hunting for food. By exhaling air underwater as they turn in a circle, the whales create a cylindrical wall of bubbles that herd small fish inside. Then they barrel up through the middle of the "bubble net," mouth open wide, to scoop up their prey.
Manmade designs
According to Fish, the scalloped hammerhead shark is the only other marine animal with a similar aerodynamic design. The expanded hammerhead shark head may act like a wing.
The trick now is to figure out how to incorporate the advantage of the tubercle flipper into manmade designs, said Fish.
The research team now plans to perform a systematic engineering investigation of the role of scalloped leading edges on lift increase, drag reduction and stall delay.
"This discovery has potential applications not only to airplane wings but also on the tips of helicopter rotors, airplane propellers and ship rudders," said Howle.
Their findings were published in the May 2004 issue of Physics of Fluids.
Thursday, May 06, 2004
kindred spirits
people come and people go. a mad rush like traffic in and out of our lives. sometimes a fleeting impression, sometimes leaving a residue of themselves, and sometimes an eternal imprint that becomes more than a part of you.
our senses bring random thoughts that are made more vivid by the emotions they invoke. some remembrances still gnaw at the scars left, sometimes an overheard phrase, song, place, may trigger a hurt still vulnerable or a pain so long ago,almost forgotten.
some memories illuminate your soul with so much endorphins you'd like to burst with bliss, and that warmth quietly spreads like liquid fire, you really can't help but smile.
she was five years old, and she made me smile.
she took my hand, reminisces through years and miles.
simple gestures, i found a kindred spirit
more than a friend, an everlasting glow was lit.
the final episode of the tv series "friends" ends today, a tribute to all the souls that have touched me, loved me, pained me, and made me, me.
our senses bring random thoughts that are made more vivid by the emotions they invoke. some remembrances still gnaw at the scars left, sometimes an overheard phrase, song, place, may trigger a hurt still vulnerable or a pain so long ago,almost forgotten.
some memories illuminate your soul with so much endorphins you'd like to burst with bliss, and that warmth quietly spreads like liquid fire, you really can't help but smile.
she was five years old, and she made me smile.
she took my hand, reminisces through years and miles.
simple gestures, i found a kindred spirit
more than a friend, an everlasting glow was lit.
the final episode of the tv series "friends" ends today, a tribute to all the souls that have touched me, loved me, pained me, and made me, me.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
peter rabbit day
"A budget is just a method of worrying before you spend money, as well as afterward."
- Anonymous
peter rabbit day
rain is pounding down quite furiously. reminds me of the children classic videos that we still watch from time to time.
soaking wet, coming in from the new rain, a fire burning, a pot of old fashion hot english tea brewing, scents of vanilla and lavender, fresh scones, bread and clotted cheese, and an antique wood table and chair to finish all the neglected letter writings to loved ones afar....
or just to cozy up in an oversized chair with a heavy warm blanket, next to a bay window, listening to the rain storm drowned in a collection of fav books....humm....
listen to the wind, it tell an ancient story regurgitated over and over time, of souls aching for so much more that they can contain. never comprehending, forever hungry. the secret of peace infinite is only a passing fancy, captured in dreams scarcely.... ingrained in humanity, is the restlessness for pain.......
- Anonymous
peter rabbit day
rain is pounding down quite furiously. reminds me of the children classic videos that we still watch from time to time.
soaking wet, coming in from the new rain, a fire burning, a pot of old fashion hot english tea brewing, scents of vanilla and lavender, fresh scones, bread and clotted cheese, and an antique wood table and chair to finish all the neglected letter writings to loved ones afar....
or just to cozy up in an oversized chair with a heavy warm blanket, next to a bay window, listening to the rain storm drowned in a collection of fav books....humm....
listen to the wind, it tell an ancient story regurgitated over and over time, of souls aching for so much more that they can contain. never comprehending, forever hungry. the secret of peace infinite is only a passing fancy, captured in dreams scarcely.... ingrained in humanity, is the restlessness for pain.......
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
hear the silence
there is so much sound...everywhere....
noise keeps safe and nurtures.
chatter, laughter, gasps of surprise, giggles
cars zooming, birds chirping, house talking, all mingles....
don't hear me call out,
guard the ignorance sometimes....
don't hear the strangled emptiness
benighted to the piercing depths of hollowness...
but somewhere in the pool of being
subconscious forces currents of awareness....
and the waves are made known
then all the silence emerge, full blown....
noise keeps safe and nurtures.
chatter, laughter, gasps of surprise, giggles
cars zooming, birds chirping, house talking, all mingles....
don't hear me call out,
guard the ignorance sometimes....
don't hear the strangled emptiness
benighted to the piercing depths of hollowness...
but somewhere in the pool of being
subconscious forces currents of awareness....
and the waves are made known
then all the silence emerge, full blown....
Monday, May 03, 2004
morning with Am
Ambrey and i had coffee and doughnuts at Tim Horton's. she doesn't like to go to daycare early, as the older kids aren't there yet, and that makes her lonesome for me. so we had doughnuts:)
cooking din din yesterday for Anna's birthday belated by a month, exactly a month! Ashti helped with the b-day favours. it was a nice night but i'm tired today.
saw Kill Bill. was definitely my kind of movie. lots of exaggerations to 'think' about which i love.
i'm not grumpy but i'm almost feeling i should be....
lyrics from Depeche Mode one of my fav's still:
Somebody
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who’ll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She’ll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She’ll hear me out
And won’t easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she’ll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who’ll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don’t want to be tied
To anyone’s strings
I’m carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I’m asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I’ll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh....
cooking din din yesterday for Anna's birthday belated by a month, exactly a month! Ashti helped with the b-day favours. it was a nice night but i'm tired today.
saw Kill Bill. was definitely my kind of movie. lots of exaggerations to 'think' about which i love.
i'm not grumpy but i'm almost feeling i should be....
lyrics from Depeche Mode one of my fav's still:
Somebody
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who’ll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She’ll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She’ll hear me out
And won’t easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she’ll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who’ll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don’t want to be tied
To anyone’s strings
I’m carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I’m asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I’ll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh....
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Purging continues....
"Insecurity, ego, lust or stubborness can obscure your better judgment. Sometimes it takes succumbing to them all to realize you won't tolerate such battering again."
i read this in some wellness magazine. i'm awe again at the simple words that somewhat describes how blind i can be or was in the past.
On to the future....it really is quite nice and sunny.
i read this in some wellness magazine. i'm awe again at the simple words that somewhat describes how blind i can be or was in the past.
On to the future....it really is quite nice and sunny.
Friday, April 30, 2004
content
I'm content but tired today, thus the little working people in my head are sleeping....let them rest...
Old story and a simple story but one that always pulls my 'heart strings'.....
The Power of Your Actions
by Unknown
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend the following afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye.
I handed him his glasses and said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."
He looked at me and said, "Hey, thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. It turned out he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before coming to this school.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!". He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day arrived - I saw Kyle and he looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!
Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."
I stared at my friend in disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse.
Old story and a simple story but one that always pulls my 'heart strings'.....
The Power of Your Actions
by Unknown
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend the following afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye.
I handed him his glasses and said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."
He looked at me and said, "Hey, thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. It turned out he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before coming to this school.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!". He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day arrived - I saw Kyle and he looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!
Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."
I stared at my friend in disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
How do you make a baby?
Question: How do you make a baby?
Answer: When a man and woman love each other very much they make a baby.
Question: What is sex?
Answer: Sex is what they use against each other when they don't.
quote from the tv series Becker.
i will use that one for the gems! Brilliant! who says you can't learn from tv!
Answer: When a man and woman love each other very much they make a baby.
Question: What is sex?
Answer: Sex is what they use against each other when they don't.
quote from the tv series Becker.
i will use that one for the gems! Brilliant! who says you can't learn from tv!
ennui
ennui - derived from the word annoyance in old french, meaning a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction.
My state of being lately. Gosh I'm morbid...but I have so much purging to do. Sometimes anger can give me drive, sometimes it can be destructive. I choose drive, today. Tomorrow, destruction.
When i get them all out, i will be free of baggage....
My state of being lately. Gosh I'm morbid...but I have so much purging to do. Sometimes anger can give me drive, sometimes it can be destructive. I choose drive, today. Tomorrow, destruction.
When i get them all out, i will be free of baggage....
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Somewhere along life's changes....
Somewhere along life's changes...i seemed to have misplaced, lost, neglected, parts of me....
i lost my self confidence, or confidence in self. That youthful blind ignorance i guess now upon reflection, was just that. But nevertheless, it gave me character, bliss and alot of smiles. There once was a time, i sillyly thought i knew everything or could know everything, and everything was within my grasp...if i wanted it to be. And ironically, that was how life was for me, its truly interesting how this works. Think it and 'it' becomes....
Now memories just tease or dare me to ponder on all the illusions i had. i now recognize them as illusions...i tell you, ignorance is bliss...my bliss...and really i wonder sometimes.......
So i'm having lots of 'off' days....so much clutter in this head of 'mind', just when i 'think' i've organized it, more junk invades me...i tell you, stupidity is bliss...really...let me define....
If you know not better, than now is better and the now is fully appreciated...thus, the less one knows, the less confusing, the less confusing, the more in now we are...the more in now we are...bliss!
Ok i don't even believe me...its sad how i want to know it all and its sad how sad reality is, or how i make reality it...ok enough.
red pill, blue pill, red pill, blue pill....I always liked the colour blue....
But i am masochistic .....
red pill, blue pill, red pill.......
i lost my self confidence, or confidence in self. That youthful blind ignorance i guess now upon reflection, was just that. But nevertheless, it gave me character, bliss and alot of smiles. There once was a time, i sillyly thought i knew everything or could know everything, and everything was within my grasp...if i wanted it to be. And ironically, that was how life was for me, its truly interesting how this works. Think it and 'it' becomes....
Now memories just tease or dare me to ponder on all the illusions i had. i now recognize them as illusions...i tell you, ignorance is bliss...my bliss...and really i wonder sometimes.......
So i'm having lots of 'off' days....so much clutter in this head of 'mind', just when i 'think' i've organized it, more junk invades me...i tell you, stupidity is bliss...really...let me define....
If you know not better, than now is better and the now is fully appreciated...thus, the less one knows, the less confusing, the less confusing, the more in now we are...the more in now we are...bliss!
Ok i don't even believe me...its sad how i want to know it all and its sad how sad reality is, or how i make reality it...ok enough.
red pill, blue pill, red pill, blue pill....I always liked the colour blue....
But i am masochistic .....
red pill, blue pill, red pill.......
Monday, April 26, 2004
common sense
Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.
Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
Food for my thoughts anyways..."common" and "sense" especially if these words are broken apart.
Sometimes stumbling on or noticing something for the first time, though its been around for awhile, puts me in this state of thought and I feel really stupid....
Sometimes having 'common sense' can be hindering.....
Simply silly and amazing....
Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
Food for my thoughts anyways..."common" and "sense" especially if these words are broken apart.
Sometimes stumbling on or noticing something for the first time, though its been around for awhile, puts me in this state of thought and I feel really stupid....
Sometimes having 'common sense' can be hindering.....
Simply silly and amazing....
Sunday, April 25, 2004
orange treasure
ashti made me an orange candy bowl out of clay decorated with beads and sparkles in preschool for mom's day. While all other mom's had tea lite dishes. I was very proud of it, and commented on it almost daily...then she broke it...I was so sad...and as one can see still think of it once in an orange moon or a blue mood...will disect it on a another write....
Saturday, April 24, 2004
test
Test, test test and more test...April 24 2004. My very first words in print...too bad it so mundane and bOring...practice makes comfort...
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