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baghdadserai
13 September 2015 @ 04:09 pm
“Paradox, noun:
a statement or proposition that, despite sound (or apparently sound) reasoning from acceptable premises, leads to a conclusion that seems senseless, logically unacceptable, or self-contradictory: a potentially serious conflict between quantum mechanics and the general theory of relativity known as the information paradox.” -- Apple Dictionary, Copyright © 2005–2014 Apple Inc.

In Eskimo, Inuit culture, wolves and caribou were seen as one animal, interdependent one part to another. The wolf winnows the sick and the weak making the caribou stronger, the caribou feeds the wolf. This apprehension arose through indigenous observation.

Is it is useful to consider energy and information in Inuit fashion, not as some literary conceit, but rather a pragmatic description of physical mechanics?  Are energy and information best seen as part of a single dynamic? Do they constitute the basic plastique from which physical form emerges? Do they arise complementarily at a fundamental physical level? Rather than attribute, is there utility in viewing information as an active agency and integral counterpoise to energy in physical dynamics?

From here it is difficult to know if this notion is already somehow implicit in current theory. It is also difficult to determine the point at which legitimate natural philosophy morphs into some variety of cargo cult physics.

Nevertheless, one thing does rest upon another. In a proper physics the observable ability of the universe to reach a highly improbable consensus should arise from and rest upon something in the theory.  Is that the case?

Consider that 7.46 E+29 proton/neutron masses have traveled diverse paths over interstellar distances to finally coalesce in the form of a 2003 Toyota Tacoma pickup, gold in the color with matching camper shell. Given gas diffusion as statistically normative, this is a hugely improbable concurrence. Surely no physical law has been violated, but does the possibility of such a phenomenon arise from and rest squarely upon physical theory? Should that be the case?

Of course this Toyota is simply a human artifact and surrogate for the larger question of why life itself. How so this rolling wave front of intricate, adaptive consensus with its integral waste removal? Do we recognize where the possibility of life written on the wall of the standard model?

The notion of energy and information being one entity may have little immediate appeal, but it may become more palatable if we differentiate between the two broad species of information – the domestic and the feral. Our expectations of information are based upon our experience with the former and the data points do not fully reveal the latter. It is with feral information that the notion gains traction.

A very rough look at the simple premise here is that domestic information is a reflection of feral information within the boundary of a sufficiently complex stateful system. It is “bit from it” and arises through a kind of Midas touch phenomenon wherein, in one instance, some feature of the lively world is touched and frozen in the glowing digits of an LED readout and thus converted to coinage of unchanging value. For example, the statement from your (Bee’s) earlier post on the information loss paradox - “That what you need to specify the precise state I will call information.” - is pragmatic and also confined to the domestic use of the term.

And again roughly as to feral information, consider the familiar illustration of Maxwell’s Demon’s workplace, the large rectangle hypothetically divided into two chambers by the line through its center. Now anthropologist Gregory Bateson suggested that, “information is the difference that makes a difference.” By that reckoning the most significant information in the picture is that line which makes the difference between the chambers. Moving from a hypothetical to a physical laboratory setting, as the difference in thermodynamic potential between the two chambers increases so must the thickness of the plate steel maintaining that difference.

Be it chemical gradient across a membrane, or the four inch plank between the sailor and the sea, all physical structure is built upon instances of making a difference. And as one thing rests upon another, there is somewhere root cause for making a difference.

In Ridgeway Colorado, about fifty meters from the Tacoma, there is an enclosed natural hot spring pool with morning sun coming through the windows, reflecting off the surface of the water and casting dancing patterns of light on a shaded wall. They look like overlaid audio waveforms on an oscilloscope or perhaps like a score of children waving sparklers on a foggy night. No matter how we chose to characterize them, the light patterns are what they are.

This scene is a variation on a classic theme. Here the dancing light is a facet of the physical universe that includes the enclosed hot pool, the Toyota Tacoma and us, the sufficiently complex stateful systems, with our own enclosures and shaded walls.

Here though, the morning sunlight and water’s surface represent something else, an imagined proto-physical level of reality that may be inferred, but not physically accessed. And note that here there is a difficulty with the prefix “proto” since at this level all prefixes are equally undefined. It could be co-physical. But it is at this level that what we come to call energy and information arise.

Perhaps venturing further in some variety cargo cult physics we have axioms:

Axiom #1: The universe is whole, unbroken and of apiece entire.
(I have heard this from a number of sources.)

Axiom #2: The universe is divided, one part different from another.
 (This seems most evident.)

Axiom #3: One thing rests upon another.
(The scientific premise.)

Axiom #4: What you get depends on how you slice it.
(Conic Sections, Wave-Particle Duality, Heisenberg Uncertainty, Gödel Incompleteness)

If axioms one and two are both true then it follows that any differences in nature are basically topological in nature; that all boundaries have at least one end and that for any difference across a boundary there is equally a similarity.

Three sandbox, scale free equations.

1) Change + Constraint = O
2) Movement + Stillness = O
3) Continuous + Discrete = O

Wherein “O” is a symbol indicating any of the species of recursive dynamics including chaotic, and further, the qualities on the left side of the equations are conserved on the right. Given the prevalence of recursive behavior at all scales one might think it arises at a fundamental level.

So what I am grasping at is the following:



  1. There is somehow a twist in the fundamental topology of the universe making one part lie cross-grained with another.

  2. That the physical universe emerges as a result of this fundamental tension between topologies.

  3. That what we recognize as energy and information arise complementarily from and are rooted in this fundamental topology.

  4. That the comprehensive efficacy of physical law in the universe arises from a co-physical level.

  5. That the universe is fundamentally adaptive at a level where neither time nor space has metric.


“Andrew Truscott and his team showed that if you offer a speeding helium atom two possible paths, the route it takes appears to be retroactively determined by the act of measuring the atom at the end of its journey. The team reported the strange discovery in Nature Physics in May.”

Thanks.

 
 
 
baghdadserai
07 June 2011 @ 08:33 am

Information: A Field Study

We are given a field, 2.8 acres in extent and newly planted in corn. It is bottomland, sloping slightly to the South and along the top of the field runs a small ditch carrying mountain water recently descended.

The planting has given the field its characteristic corrugated appearance; long mounded rows of loose, dry soil containing the seed separated by the shallow furrows to carry the water for germination and growth.

The task at hand is to create a manifold connection between the ditch of water and the furrows, sending an equal flow to each one. An irrigation “set” looks something like this:

 

 

This arrangement in the flow of water must be carefully created and sustained within a physical dynamic and the basic method must surely dates back to well before we learned to write about it. One takes a small rock or chunk of sod with plenty of root fiber and places it at the point of diversion creating a rough little valve that can be adjusted by inching the rock about until the right amount of water is flowing down the furrow.

There is a challenge here in that any one change begets another, both upstream and down. Achieving an equal flow of water to a dozen furrows is a delicate balancing act, more art than science, but is a pleasant early morning exercise.  Here, dried out and pressed upon the page, is the image of the rock turning water:

 

We find that the rock is part of a “hierarchy of suitability”; some things work better than others in turning the water.  A simple dirt clod will work briefly, but not endure the effects of moving water and soon fail. On the other hand, the farmer’s storage building is full of metal and plastic devices purchased with the notion of better serving the same function. We will return to this ideogram after introducing two more.
 

      We see that turning allows for the possibility of return. In this case, over the course of a year, the rock turns the water into the corn; the corn grows to feed the farmer and the farmer returns the following spring to once again place the rock. Without the details, here is the image:

Here we find an instance of a feedback loop and we have come to it along a path that features the role of the farmer’s rock in the process. As a causal chain it seems a rickety, tenuous construct, more idea than actuality. Still, each year the farmer returns to place the rock and some molecules water that were turned the year before likely linger in his cells.

Now, while the rock does not require manufacture, it does require some energy in its placement. Further, some other sort of device (from the French root “to divide”) may require energy and material to create its structure. A more general and systemic view would replace the rock with a little loop to indicate this energy/material flow:

 

 

 

       Here we see the small circle representing the rock within the larger circle representing the dynamic path of the farmer’s year.

 

The Onset of Assertion

       With the exception of a general systems view, this last ideogram is an archetypal pattern that does not show up on the page of any single science. In the course of the farmer’s year it traces a path that crosses and recrosses the analytical space of physics, chemistry and biology.

       In biological systems we find countless analogues to this process pattern. It is a rough but useful way of identifying a dynamic that is the basic stitch of life process. It occurs again and again in living systems at scales varying more than 1020 in extent. Its analogues are nested in countless iterations along the loop of the farmer’s four seasons. On a variety of scales, here are some examples.

The Seed

       Each planted kernel of seed corn is a rock-like device, much more complex than the farmer’s rock, but functioning in a similar fashion. Instead of simply water, its input currencies are various: the ambient warmth of the soil, water and water-borne nutrient molecules. Given these diffuse currents of energy, material and its own internal energy in the form of starch, the germinal portion of the seed begins a process with the apparently ultimate goal of recreating itself at a later season.

Chlorophyll

       In the cells of the corn leaf, for example, we find the currency of the water replaced with that of sunlight and the rock replaced with a much more elegant device: the chlorophyll molecule. In confluence they drive an electrochemical pathway dividing up to five (5) CO2 molecules / nm2 / second, making available an equivalent free energy for plant processes. A portion of that energy is returned to create and maintain the chlorophyll molecule.

Speech

       A third, more extensive example of nature’s devices that function in the fashion of the farmer’s rock may be found in the farmer himself -- in his vocal tract. Active as he is, the greater portion of his motor cortex is devoted to coordinating this complex assemblage as it actively modulates sound frequencies to produce a spoken language. One must assume that, in devoting so much resource to the capacity for speech, human kind has gained returns beyond that of Shakespeare’s poetry, returns that may ultimately be measured in Calories.

       We include this example in order to introduce the connection between a physical process and the notion of information. Note that a spoken language may be approximated by a string of written phonetic symbols and their sequence then analyzed by the appropriate Shannon H-theorem yielding, in the case of written English, about 1.0 – 1.5 bits/symbol.  Here, at a greater level of abstraction, Shannon’s index arises from an underlying physical dynamic without conveying the full semantic measure of that process. Any oddments of internal correlation have been extracted as redundancy.

Life’s Pattern

This cyclic pattern – currency, device, division and return -- is a necessary condition for living systems. Its observation would be a litmus test for life if found there uniquely. It is also possible that the germ of this pattern was already preexistent in nature and life arose upon its framework.

Reading the Rock

       With a seven-league leap over some necessary exposition, we reach this conclusion. In so far as metaphor may serve as a cognitive touchstone, there is utility in considering that physical information is in essence a rock-like device.

 
 
baghdadserai
06 June 2011 @ 07:54 pm
 

As opposed to string theory
which is more fine grained.
Yarn theory posits that the entire universe
is built of simple knots in energy
endlessly repeated.
There are therefore many possible kinds of
sock, mitten, muffler, and baggy sweater universes.

As yet no consensus on which sort we inhabit,
though the fit seems pretty good.


Baghdadserai
 
 
baghdadserai
06 June 2011 @ 03:42 pm
 

Web photo by Marlin
 

     A cold morning and something in the middle of the road,
An incredibly large moth,
Dying I thought, 
A trophy.
But in my palm it was breathing a deep yogic breath,
Its furry black and white, finger-thick abdomen was pulsing.
What a huge, improbable creature,
It seemed escaped from some Jurassic Park.
After a few minutes in the warmth of my hand it spread its wings,
It began vibrating, 
A pre-flight warm up.
Suddenly it took wing and fluttered off,
Not seeming to know where it was going,
But having managed to get where it was.

BaghdadSerai

 
 
baghdadserai
03 February 2011 @ 08:49 am
 

     Marathon, Texas where it is four degrees, cloudy and the wind roams free. Slept warm and thinking about how many folks are being pushed right to the edge by this huge storm.

     This was the railhead for cattle drives from the Stillwell ranch, now part of Big Bend Park sixty miles South. The family had a home here for holiday from the ranch, recuperation from illness or childbirth. Hallie’s firstborn son, named Son, was born here after forty-eight hour labor and weighed twelve pounds, eight ounces.

     In photo are Ruby, Hallie and Sadie after a trail ride. Would love to somehow listen in, hear what they talked about, three sixteen-year old girls riding this remote country in 1913.

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baghdadserai
02 February 2011 @ 08:15 am

The large volcanic basin in the Chisos Mountains of the Big Bend Park has a little window looking west onto the Texas flatlands. Somewhere out there is the town of Marfa where one of the lost tribes of public radio has settled in at 93.5 on the dial. Kindred to KVNF (a small town with a big broadcast area), it’s about the only FM signal here, news of blizzards in Chicago and Cairo.
Here it is about 3 degrees and blowing snow (actually rime ice that forms right in the air with clear skies). Day before yesterday it was 80 degrees. Great hikes around the basin. Morning sun just touching far rim.
 
 
baghdadserai
30 January 2011 @ 10:31 am
Less traveled hot spring on the Rio Grand River. Lots of remote camp sites here in Big Bend. Quiet except for coyotes. No cell phone, nothing on the FM dial, Radio Havana on short wave. Last night some thunder and a little rain. Wifi at the campground store.
 
 
baghdadserai
14 January 2011 @ 07:57 am

 

Snow geese over corn field
     Up and out of campground well before dawn. It was below freezing, socked in and breezy. I wanted to get a sound recording of first flight of snow geese at Bosque del Apache. There were some thousands in a pond near highway along with a handful of sandhill cranes. I had to lay on the ground to stay out of sight lines of big-lens photo folk.
    Finally the birds lifted en masse and came low, right over head. It was an intense, nearer-my-God-to-thee sound that tugs at something very deep.
    And I nearly got busted for crossing a barrier to get away from photographers chatter, one of them called the rangers.  Serious like $400 fine and appear in court in Santa Fe. I managed to humble my way to a warning, "leave the park right now and don't come back till tomorrow". Whew! The sound recording is great.
     According to folks here there are about 37,000 Snow Geese wintering at Bosque del Apache this month.
Baghdadserai

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baghdadserai
08 January 2011 @ 04:57 am
 

"The truth will set you free.

But not until it is finished with you."

 
David Foster Wallace

This is an excellent, transformative film.
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baghdadserai
08 December 2010 @ 04:17 pm
Book Cover
 
 
 

The Breath of Nature

When great Nature sighs, we hear the winds
Which, noiseless in themselves,
Awaken voices from other beings,
Blowing on them.
From every opening
Loud voices sound. Have you not heard
This rush of tones?

There stands the overhanging wood
On the steep mountain:
Old trees with holes and cracks
Like snouts, maw, and ears,
Like beam-sockets, like goblets,
Grooves in the wood. hollows full of water:
You hear mooing and roaring, whistling,
Shouts of command, grumblings,
Deep drones, sad flutes.
One call awakens another in dialogue.
Gentle winds sing timidly,
Strong ones blast on without restraint.
Then the wind dies down. The openings
Empty out their last sound.
Have you not observes how all then trembles and subsides?

Yu relied: I understand:
The music of earth sings through a thousand holes.
The music of man is made on flutes and instruments.
What makes the music of heaven?

Master Ki said:
Something is blowing on a thousand different holes.
Some power stands behind all this and makes the sounds die down.
What is this power?

The Way of Chuang Tzu, Translation by Thomas Merton
New Directions, 1969

Amazon

 
 
baghdadserai
13 November 2010 @ 05:55 pm

Click image to read it.
Image and survey PDF.
"Michael Norton, from Harvard Business School, and his colleague Dan Ariely, from Duke University, asked a random sample of US citizens what wealth distribution they think is ideal. In 2005, they surveyed 5,522 people. Asked for their voting pattern in the 2004 election, the sample reproduced well the actual voting result. The survey respondents were given a definition for wealth so there was no ambiguity. Then they were shown three pie charts. Each slice of the pie represents 20% of the population, from the poorest to the wealthiest. The size of the slice is the wealth owned by this group. One pie showed a perfectly equal distribution. The other two pies were unlabeled but showed the distribution of the USA and that of Sweden.

The result: 47% of Americans preferred the Swedish wealth distribution, followed by 43% for the equal distribution, while only 10% found ideal the actual distribution. Just focusing on the Swedish vs the US distribution, 92% of Americans prefer the Swedish one over their own."
 
 
baghdadserai
26 October 2010 @ 02:40 pm

Energy and Path go together
like water and oil.
So here we mean that path is
not directly in energy's nature,
it is rather an emergent property
arising when energy is constrained by information.
At least there may be some
rule-of -thumb utility in this view.

BaghdadSerai
 
 
 
baghdadserai
26 October 2010 @ 11:01 am

Back to the drawing board!
Was there a drawing board?


Some names-withheld students at the ACE Lab (Analysis, Computation, and Experiment) at the Georgia Institute of Technology explore the frontiers of rough and ready science in hopes of glimpsing the elusive Strange Attractor.

Objectives

Build a Lorenzian Waterwheel.

Run tests and confirm the system’s chaotic nature.

Explore the parameter space of the wheel.

Derive a system of equations for our specific wheel.

Using Matlab, solve the system and examine plots.

Use our experimental data to create the two equations that we were not able to measure experimentally in Matlab.


A stock tank, duct tape, plastic cups, towels, a garden hose -- obviously they were well equipped. Unfortunately, as is often the case when theory meets praxis, this setup failed to perform. They carried on and finally hit upon a device that worked, more or less, not quite meeting their expectations, but returning some data as shown below.
So the point here is that science is not a tidy, straightforward or necessarily dry affair. Read their report here.


 
 
baghdadserai
22 October 2010 @ 09:54 pm

The Shmoo

       The Shmoo first appeared in Al Capp's Li'l Abner comic strip in August 1948. According to Shmoo legend, the lovable creature laid eggs, gave milk and died of sheer ecstasy when looked at with hunger. The Shmoo loved to be eaten and tasted like any food desired. Anything that delighted people delighted a Shmoo. Fry a Shmoo and it came out chicken. Broil it and it came out steak. Shmoo eyes made terrific suspender buttons. The hide of the Shmoo if cut thin made fine leather and if cut thick made the best lumber. Shmoo whiskers made splendid toothpicks. The Shmoo satisfied all the world's wants. You could never run out of Shmoon (plural of Shmoo) because they multiplied at such an incredible rate. The Shmoo believed that the only way to happiness was to bring happiness to others. Li'l Abner discovered Shmoos when he ventured into the forbidden Valley of the Shmoon, against the frantic protestations of Ol' Man Mose. "Shmoos," he warned, "is the greatest menace to hoomanity th' world has evah known." "Thass becuz they is so bad, huh?" asked Li'l Abner. "No, stupid," answered Mose, hurling one of life's profoundest paradoxes at Li'l Abner. "It's because they're so good!"

 

       Ironically, the lovable and selfless Shmoos ultimately brought misery to humankind because people with a limitless supply of self-sacrificing Shmoos stopped working and society broke down. Seen at first as a boon to humankind, they were ultimately hunted down and exterminated to preserve the status quo. (Thought extinct after the 1948 adventure, one Shmoo always seemed to escape to Dogpatch's Valley of the Shmoon to form a new colony and a later plot revival by Capp). Licensed Shmoo merchandise became a huge phenomenon in the late '40s and early '50s, spawning a wide variety of dolls, toys, glasses, wallpaper, belts, books, jewelry, balloons, clocks, ashtrays, cannisters, salt & pepper shakers, dairy products, banks, belts and ear muffs. There was even an official Shmoo fishing lure! These are all highly collectible items today.


Okay, first I want to post this to keep alive
awareness of Al Capp's classic comic satire.
I actually remember seeing them on the comic pages
back then and being quite taken up with the story.
And secondly, I have been trying to come up
with a not too serious name for a particular ideogram.
It has a vague resemblance to the shape of a Shmoo
and since the natural process it is meant to convey
is ubiquitous and accommodates a great variety of
applications, I have decided to call it the Shmoo-gram.
Of course, there may be some problem with copyright.
The ideogram is introduced in this entry.
 
 
 
baghdadserai
13 August 2010 @ 06:24 pm

"There is nothing more disorderly
and disordering in civilized life
than the selfishness of people of power."

 Wendell Berry
"Imagination in Place"

Seems to be one of those truths that
 are difficult to fully understand.
Other quotations:

"Whether we and our politicians know it or not,
Nature is party to all our deals and decisions,
and she has more votes, a longer memory,
and a sterner sense of justice than we do."
Wendell Berry

"Let us have the candor to acknowledge
that what we call "the economy" or "the free market"
is less and less distinguishable from warfare."
Wendell Berry
 
 
baghdadserai
13 July 2010 @ 07:43 pm

 

On this June day the Yampa River, one of the last wild rivers in the Western US, is flowing at about 6,000 cubic ft./sec. On average is dropping 11 feet per mile and on the map is moving in a generally Westward direction.  So we have about 187 tons of water per second tumbling forward at about five miles per hour, or an energy conversion rate, potential to kinetic, of about 77.5 kilowatts. One sobering fact is that, while it seems to be a huge amount of energy, this is only 75% of our per capita energy use here in the U.S. That is, for each and every U.S. citizen, there is somewhere a giant water wheel turning that the Yampa River could not drive.

But, that is not what this is about.

If you look at the river you will notice that, while there is a clear consensus in direction of flow, many parts of the water may be moving in diverse directions, left, right, up, down and backwards. This is the terrain’s influence on path and suggestive of the part it plays in life processes.

 
 
baghdadserai
07 June 2010 @ 06:50 pm
                        

Posted here

In his FQXi essay Julian Barbour questions Newton’s time and demonstrates that, with a clever cast, one can remove time from a dynamical equation. He concludes thereby that time must be an emergent rather than integral feature of nature. He states, “Time emerges only on the extremal curves (of the least action transition between the fixed end points of two possible configurations of the universe). If his essential point has not suffered too much in my translation, I find myself quite willing to give up on Newton’s time, but still very much attached to mine own. After all, an emergent property may be a very useful and real property, real enough to set one’s grocery bags upon at least, and surely time was up early at the dawn of creation. I doubt much really got done before time clocked in. Yet perhaps Dr. Barbour means to do away with time altogether. I expect he is probably correct, certainly more than half way. In the Dutch video, “Killing Time”, Julian illustrates Newton’s time by holding up a little drawing of laundry pegged to a clothesline, the idea of a linear, metronomic progression upon which we can locate past, present and even future moments. Perhaps a major flaw with this type of time is that it is disjunctive, it is a generally applied rule and it lacks direct relationship to nature’s underlying terrain. What if time’s geometry was more complex, rather than a simple line, what if it is more of a knitted affair, less mathematically comfortable but with more of a personality? In this light Newton’s time is an artifact, yet still a proven tool for the strobe-like illumination of nature along a certain axis. Nature has what it needs. If it needs time, it probably calls it by another name. Does our science need time to treat with nature? I would say yes, because periodic phenomena vary throughout nature, in both phase and scale, by greater than thirty orders of magnitude. If the distance between points were declarative of a need for space-like dimensions, then the difference between phases would be declarative of the need for a time-like dimension. Timing matters in any enterprise, the valve closes, then the spark of ignition. As to time’s emergence, if we keep in mind Julian’s “fixed” end points and the curve of least action (the “change”) between them, here is a curious construct. Consider a tale of two houses in some province of long ago. These houses are utterly at odds in their nature and each one is without time. The quieter household is governed by stasis; all things are “fixed”, no one-thing changes, and no little shift of tick to tock. What need for time if no thing changes? Now the other house, in complete contrast, is an unruly bedlam of change so savage and continuous that there is no enduring clock, no memory of tick or tock. What need for time if no thing endures? Now say that, some enchanted morning, there is an alchemical conjunction, a marriage between these diverse households from which a new thing emerges, one that acknowledges the natures of both parents. What child is this?

Of course, once one has convinced oneself,
it is hard to let go of cherished notions.
I seem to like my physics more than physics proper.

 
 
baghdadserai
20 May 2010 @ 10:13 am
Image, Sam
May 2, 2010

 “It's a tradition in Sweden that you welcome spring with a huge fire.”

The eddy of tradition in Sweden,
the eddies of a fire
always moving on.
 
 
baghdadserai
12 May 2010 @ 11:01 am
Strange Path
This is an image produced by a
computer through a step by step
iteration of a mathematical equation.
I believe the colors are simply
for your pleasure.

We could consider this a classroom exercise. Having listened to the creation myth of some indigenous desert people we are asked to construct an illustrative diorama. Cardboard is cut, glued and painted to reveal a scene of two archetypal figures, the Traveler and the Terrain, both highly variable in their nature and from the Beginning entwined in the path between them.

According to the nature of the Terrain and its Traveler, this is unique path, a signature pattern cosigned, a mutual accommodation acknowledging qualities of both parties. It is a path particular to some point and then somewhat less certain. The traveler must place the next step without full knowledge of the terrain until they are met; this path emerges from the nexus of the present moment.

And where do we locate this present moment? We cannot count on the Traveler to have a watch in her pocket.

 
 
baghdadserai
07 May 2010 @ 12:34 pm

To its perch in wind-borne desert soil on a spring afternoon, this daisy has been a long traveler. Perhaps three billion years ago it learned the trick of diverting a little spark of energy from the sun and passing it hot into the cup of a simple sugar molecule.
More certainly, about one hundred and forty million years ago, it spread the first flowers and learned to pack itself into a tiny seed and took to traveling farther.

 

 

Kingdom        Plantae – Plants

  Subkingdom        Tracheobionta – Vascular plants

    Superdivision        Spermatophyta – Seed plants

      Division        Magnoliophyta – Flowering plants

        Class        Magnoliopsida – Dicotyledons

          Subclass        Asteridae

            Order        Asterales

              Family        Asteraceae – Aster family

                Genus        Townsendia Hook. – Townsend daisy

                  Species        Townsendia incana Nutt. – hoary Townsend daisy

 
 
 
baghdadserai
05 May 2010 @ 01:37 pm
 
Combs Wash, Utah, USA
European Ground Beetle

Carabus nemoralis

Found several of these travelers in desert country, making a living as predatory beetles within a stone’s throw of 800 year-old cliff dwellings. Exciting to find out its a newcomer there and a very successful traveler. How it arrived here from its home in Northern Europe the story does not say.

 
 
baghdadserai
05 May 2010 @ 01:00 pm


Dennis, Comb Wash, Utah
Homo Informis

Two-and-a-half million years ago, the distant relations of this desert traveler learned how to break rock into cutting edges and thus temper the arbitrary rule of fiber.

Oldowan Industry

More patience than invention had they, for it was not until about a million years later that they learned to improve these edges.

Acheulean Industry

Perhaps it was only being able to work in daylight hours that slowed their pace, for it was another million or so years before they made a friend of fire.

Toasted Marshmallow Industry

On this trip to the Utah desert, our traveler brought with him a solar panel, strings of LED lighting and other sophisticated gear, products of a one hundred year tsunami of recent innovation, at least on the material plane.

 
 
baghdadserai
05 April 2010 @ 08:29 am
 

"These long, crazy-looking clouds can grow to be 600 miles long
and can move at up to 35 miles per hour,
causing problems for aircraft even on windless days."

Image & text
Solitary Wave
Wiki

 

 
 
baghdadserai
26 March 2010 @ 09:34 am
 

"The head of a flower is made up of small seeds which are produced at the center, and then migrate towards the outside to fill eventually all the space (as for the sunflower but on a much smaller level). Each new seed appears at a certain angle in relation to the preceeding one. For example, if the angle is 90 degrees, that is 1/4 of a turn.

 

Of course, this is not the most efficient way of filling space. In fact, if the angle between the appearance of each seed is a portion of a turn which corresponds to a simple fraction, 1/3, 1/4, 3/4, 2/5, 3/7, etc (that is a simple rational number), one always obtains a series of straight lines. If one wants to avoid this rectilinear pattern, it is necessary to choose a portion of the circle which is an irrational number (or a nonsimple fraction). If this latter is well approximated by a simple fraction, one obtains a series of curved lines (spiral arms) which even then do not fill out the space perfectly.

 

In order to optimize the filling, it is necessary to choose the most irrational number there is, that is to say, the one the least well approximated by a fraction. This number is exactly the golden mean. The corresponding angle, the golden angle, is 137.5 degrees. (It is obtained by multiplying the non-whole part of the golden mean by 360 degrees and, since one obtains an angle greater than 180 degrees, by taking its complement). With this angle, one obtains the optimal filling, that is, the same spacing between all the seeds.

 

This angle has to be chosen very precisely: variations of 1/10 of a degree destroy completely the optimization. When the angle is exactly the golden mean, and only this one, two families of spirals (one in each direction) are then visible: their numbers correspond to the numerator and denominator of 2 consecutive numbers in the Fibonacci sequence, which is proved to converge toward the Golden Mean value of 1.6180339... (in the picture we have 21/34, the 7th and 8th terms of the Fibonacci sequence).

 

These numbers are precisely those of the Fibonacci sequence (the bigger the numbers, the better the approximation) and the choice of the fraction depends on the time laps between the appearance of each of the seeds at the center of the flower.

 

This is why the number of spirals in the centers of sunflowers, and in the centers of flowers in general, correspond to a Fibonacci number. Moreover, generally the petals of flowers are formed at the extremity of one of the families of spiral (true, I count 34 for this sunflower). This then is also why the number of petals corresponds on average to a Fibonacci number."

Image and text
Very nice video via Bee

 
 
baghdadserai
11 March 2010 @ 01:05 am

National Geographic?
Exact provenance unknown
 

We are born into a field study,
Delivered into discovery,
The sorting out of up and down.
We look out upon a world stretching away large and lively
And mostly beyond our reach.

Still early on we push out our hands and the world presses back,
Incredibly novel in its terrain.
And our little travelers,
In their random walk
Discover a Braille-like pattern.
The world repeats itself.

One thing is like another.

And here, reading before we write.
We triangulate our position,
Locate the center of our gravity.

Our hands trace out the meaning of edges,
Carry measure to the eye.
Turn a face of Nature
To the frame
And grasp in order to concieve,


BaghdadSerai


 

 
 
baghdadserai
11 March 2010 @ 01:00 am


“They were always making discoveries,
by accident and sagacity,
of things they were not in quest of”


 Horace Walpole’s Correspondence via Richard Boyle

 
"I was observing the motion of a boat which was rapidly drawn along a narrow channel by a pair of horses, when the boat suddenly stopped—not so the mass of water in the channel which it had put in motion; it accumulated round the prow of the vessel in a state of violent agitation, then suddenly leaving it behind, rolled forward with great velocity, assuming the form of a large solitary elevation, a rounded, smooth and well-defined heap of water, which continued its course along the channel apparently without change of form or diminution of speed. I followed it on horseback, and overtook it still rolling on at a rate of some eight or nine miles an hour [14 km/h], preserving its original figure some thirty feet [9 m] long and a foot to a foot and a half [300−450 mm] in height. Its height gradually diminished, and after a chase of one or two miles [2–3 km] I lost it in the windings of the channel. Such, in the month of August 1834, was my first chance interview with that singular and beautiful phenomenon which I have called the Wave of Translation."

John Scott Russell was engaged in a "field study", 
riding along on a summer's day watching canal boats,
trying to come up with a more efficient design.
What he discovered or what pressed itself
upon his awareness was the solitary wave,
a phenomenon he went on to study at length.

What is of note here is that a feature of the world viewed
from horseback has a deep analog at the quantum level.
And it seems one might legitimately ask the question:
Is there some over arching principle which give rise to
dynamically similar forms, across the "quantum boundary"
and many orders of magnitude?

 Soliton Image and John Scott Russell Quotation
Photos, Historical Notes
Wiki: Soliton

 

 
 
 
baghdadserai
10 March 2010 @ 11:00 am
 

Olive Pool, Sushma Sabnis 


“Some distance away is a white azalea bush which stuns me with its stately beauty. It has an ethereal purity and freshness and as I get closer, it seems to get taller – it is swathed in clusters of flowers with petals larger and thicker than those of the red azaleas I saw earlier. Lush white flowers are scattered beneath the bush. They have not begun to wither and are so charged with life that they exude a lust to exhibit themselves. This is pristine natural beauty. It is irrepressible, seeks no reward, as is without goal, a beauty derived neither from symbolism nor metaphor and needing neither analogies nor associations. This white azalea with the purity of snow and the luster of jade keeps re-appearing but is always a solitary bush and appears and disappears, here and there, among the slender cold fir trees, like the tireless hidden cuckoo which captivated ones soul and keeps leading one towards it. I take deep breaths of the pure air of the forest, inhaling and exhaling is effortless and I feel the very depths of my soul being cleansed. The air penetrates to the soles of my feet, and my body and mind seem to enter nature’s grand cycle. I achieve a sense of joyful freedom such as I have never before experienced."

Soul Mountain, Gao Xingjian, Harper Collins
Translated by Mabel Lee

Thankfully we can be there,
floating feathered,
 on a soft edge of the moment,
Or barely balanced on some
rushing, downslope abandon.



 
 
baghdadserai
10 March 2010 @ 10:30 am


“A turning is a necessary prerequisite
to any possibility of return
and return is an essential ingredient
to anything of enduring interest.”

Field Study: Observables

This seems to be self-evident, that a turning should be necessary for any possibility of return, but we recall that at one point it was equally apparent that the sun revolved about the earth and that Galileo repeatedly had his hand slapped (by philosophers and clerics) when he tried to lift that veil of obvious truth. So, while we cannot trust the easy answer, we may trust philosophers not to make it easy.

Nevertheless, within the microcosm of our cornfield, we are given many instances of turning apparently leading to a return. It is an observable.

For example, if we watch our field over a longer period of time, the rock turns the water into the field to germinate the seed. The corn plant grows to produce the corn that feeds the farmer. The farmer returns with his shovel the following spring to once again place the rock.

 

            

 

This is hardly the first recognition of this pattern, but there still may be some utility in spending time with our little cartoon. It illustrates the familiar motif that is ubiquitous in nature and is the fundamental engine of life in all its diverse forms. While this may seem overstated, nature draws it out dynamically in such a wealth of complex interwoven detail that its agency not always apparent. Perhaps, a few more examples may begin to reveal the larger pattern.

While science has in part achieved elegant quantitative
modeling of these dynamics (i.e., Tsallis Entropy),
there may still be something gained in a simple-minded review.

Consider that, if we focus in on this larger feedback loop, follow it along over the course of a year and look at it in greater detail, we will find many other smaller loops nested fractal-like within it, many embedded, dynamic analogs of the little loopy cartoon. 

When we return to our cornfield, after a few days, we will see little vibrant green flicks of newly sprouted corn and consider the consequence of replacing the rude device of our rock with its delicate analog, one of nature’s most elegant devices, the chlorophyll antenna.

     



 
 
baghdadserai
08 March 2010 @ 09:56 am
 

Monique Imes
Best Supporting Actress, 82nd Academy Awards
In “Precious: Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire”

 

"What we see is not Nature,
But Nature exposed to our method of questioning"

                                                                                    W. C. Heisenberg

Monique and Heisenberg here juxtaposed,
because we make assumptions
about people,
about our methods.

 
 
baghdadserai
04 March 2010 @ 10:15 am

              
                 


Would that it were so,
Simple tokens moved about the game board of a notional cosmos. 
Sadly, I have a single small drawer in my house more complicated than this.
And it seems Quantum Theory would fill a warehouse. 

Still, we tend toward simplicity;
Perhaps it is the cognitive analog of the
path of least resistance.
Our body tends toward the proceeding in the easiest fashion;
Why not so our minds?
In so far as nature will oblige.


BaghdsdSerai
 
 
baghdadserai
09 December 2009 @ 05:45 am

I have my piano; do you have the score?

 
 
baghdadserai
Snow in the Countryside [1909]
Kamisaka Sekka [1866-1942].)

Light and variable breezes this mental morning and,
in a dutiful effort to spread some more canvas here,
I am passing on my comment at
Dead Voles.
It was the first time I have tried to lay out the more
speculative ruminations on the origins of recurrent phenomenon.
(with phases varying at more than thirty orders of magnitude)
At issue is the question of how time might be said to be an emergent phenomenon.

The argument is through an admittedly aerobic application of analogy.



Here it will be helpful if you put yourself in a somewhat fuzzy-minded and mystical frame of mind. Also, try not to think of metal objects and, if you can, rest one hand on something made of wood. (Just kidding)

So, for sake of discussion, we are irrigating corn and our gaze comes to rest upon a little portion of the scene, the faithful and pregnant rock within a stream of water. This is the germinal actuality of our analogy. Here our senses present us with a wealth of detail that we must discard left and right for we are in the process of abstraction. With eyes half closed, we are looking for elemental qualities. I suppose, depending on our mindset, this could go any number of ways, but you may feel comfortable in settling on two qualities in apparent counterpoise, a tidy dichotomy, the stillness of the rock and the movement of the water.

In addition, taking a slightly different track in our abstraction, we could reasonably settle upon a second set of apparently contrasting qualities, finding in the rock that which is discrete and in the water that which is continuous.

Now we are assuming here that what impinges on the screen of our senses may be akin to some sort of conic section, the perceptible portion of some larger process beyond our ken. (What is the bear’s appreciation of the hummingbird?) And further, we recall that any absolute distinction between movement and stillness was set aside a century ago.

Still, here is the curious thing. In a simple-minded alchemy, what do you get when you add something moving to something still? What new thing arises that reflects both parent properties?
This is hardly the first time the question has been entertained nor are we entirely original (within a couple of millennium) in suggesting this answer. We don’t really need to think about it, nature continually does the math ad infinitum. Observation of our little rock in the stream reveals the answer in countless eddies, enduring but continually changing little iterations. We could see that the cycle is nature’s way of constraining movement within some fixed bound. I have come to attribute systemic and far-reaching ripple effects to this elemental dynamic.

Similarly, consider the apparent sum of adding something discrete to something continuous. What follows? Here we have a slender reed of support from the more formal mathematics of topology. The “compactification” of a line upon a point produces the circle, a continuous infinity constrained. I am not so enthusiastic as to try and relate this simple construct to a physicist’s notions of wave–particle duality, but I am curious.

One may quibble that emergence of cycle is not the same thing as the emergence of time, but surely recurrence is declarative of time’s volumetric. That is, what need is there for time if nothing endures from one moment to the next? (How’s that for fuzzy-minded?)

As mentioned, I have come to attribute systemic and far-reaching ripple effects to this elemental motif. As a broad generalization, I believe it enables a useful compression of some complex features of our experience. What you will make of it I can hardly tell, but I certainly appreciate your comments. Be the first on your block.

BaghdadSerai
 
 
baghdadserai
05 December 2009 @ 10:47 am

This image is a jpeg formatted file of a vector tracing of a digital scan of a photograph that was taken in Three Rivers, New Mexico and then published in a book on early southwestern rock-art. Despite the iterations of this image, it is a fairly accurate rendering of a design etched in rock by unknown hands sometime between 900 and 1400 A.D.

I am deeply curious as to what was in the mind of the artist. Was it an original creation or something handed down? Of things I have seen, it is unlike any of the usual designs that appear in thousands of tucked away places in the southwestern U.S.

What does it mean? Is it, as it seems to me, deeply cosmological, an independent realization of the same essential truth conveyed in the better-known yin/yang symbol?

In any case, it immediately resonated with my own deeply etched cosmological metaphor of the traveler and the terrain.


BaghdadSerai
 
 
baghdadserai
04 December 2009 @ 09:00 pm


Click on picture to enlarge
Source

Until now I have avoided looking into the meaning of the Taijitu, the Yin/Yang symbol. I had supposed that this elegant and potent design was the product of poetic insight attuned by long meditation on nature and human affairs. For some reason it is pleasing to learn that the basic shape arose not from some heroic leap of imagination, but rather directly from an early and down to earth form of science.


"When observing the cycle of the Sun, ancient Chinese simply used a pole about 8 feet long, posted at right angles to the ground and recorded positions of the shadow. Then they found the length of a year is around 365.25 days. They even divided the year's cycle into 24 Segments, including the Vernal Equinox, Autumnal Equinox, Summer Solstice and Winter Solstice, using the sunrise and Dipper positions.

They used six concentric circles, marked the 24-Segment points, divided the circles into 24 sectors and recorded the length of shadow every day. The shortest shadow is found on the day of Summer Solstice. The longest shadow is found on the day of Winter Solstice. After connecting each lines and dimming Yin Part from Summer Solstice to Winter Solstice, the Sun chart looks like below (above). The ecliptic angle 23 26' 19'' of the Earth can be seen in this chart."

 
 
baghdadserai
04 December 2009 @ 08:56 pm


The Omagh Community Youth Choir
Video

Love Rescue Me

Love rescue me

Come forth and speak to me

Raise me up and don't let me fall

No man is my enemy

My own hands imprison me

I said, Love rescue me


Many strangers have I met

On the road to my regret

Many lost who seek to find themselves in me

They ask me to reveal

The very thoughts they would conceal

I said, Love rescue me


And the sun in the sky

Makes a shadow of you and I

Stretching out as the sun sinks in the sea

I'm here without a name

In the palace of my shame

I Said, love rescue me


Yeah, though I walk

In the valley of shadow

Yeah, I will fear no evil

I'm here without a name

In the palace of my shame

I Said, love rescue me


Sha la la...sha la la la

Sha la la la...sha la la...

Sha la la la...sha la la la

Sha la la la...sha la la

Sha la la la...sha la la la

Sha la la...


I said love, love rescue me


I said love, love rescue me

Written by Bono and Bob Dylan
The Omagh Community Youth Choir

Songs Around The World, Album
Playing For Change Video

 
 
baghdadserai
30 October 2009 @ 07:29 am

It is three years now,
Eileen pulling out from the Trading Post
knocked about by a coal train,
near death but flown off to repair
and not quite returned.
An artist once sought out by edgy ad agencies,
she now slowly travels a softer terrain.

 
 
 
baghdadserai
25 October 2009 @ 10:59 am
Banner for Energy Expo
Delta, CO
10/23/09 - 10/24/09
Artist: (?)

 
 
baghdadserai
08 October 2009 @ 05:53 pm
 
Many of the buildings are obscured by trees so this map is a handy guide.

Actually, I visited there simply curious to see the place where
some of the early work on chaos theory was done.
I drove around on winding roads catching glimpses of buildings
set among large redwood trees. I was looking for some center to the campus,
something like the image of my youth, Iowa State University with a central green expanse
surrounded by grand buildings, a student union, a library,
some place to wander and take the pulse of this active edge of learning.
A friendly grounds keeper tried to help me out, to put me back on familiar ground,
but my remembered image and reality could not be reconciled. There was no tribal center.
There were several obscurely scattered libraries each with its own focus.
The "student union" I managed to find was a small commercial affair with keycard entry.
In fact, all the buildings seemed to require some sort of pass to distinguish
between those to be educated and those that were simply curious.

The image is of a bulletin board at the student union in dormant phase.
 
 
 
 
baghdadserai
07 June 2009 @ 07:13 am

                 

A bowl of oatmeal
with milk, chopped dates, banana
and a little sugar.
Salud a usted y su familia!

 

Sit down with Gandhi and Mother Teresa
And Pete Seeger to keep it lively.
Listen more than talk.
A gift of simple food
A reminder of humility.

BaghdadSerai
 
 
 
baghdadserai
18 May 2009 @ 07:05 am


 

New York Times Website,
Illustration on Personal Information Page
 
 
baghdadserai
12 May 2009 @ 05:45 pm

               

"When Plankton crushes ashore, it dies and disintegrates creating foam-like bubbles, which are left at tide pools floor after the ocean retreats. The bubbles display all the same properties as soap bubbles do, displaying typical interference colors, except they last much longer than soap bubbles do. The organic material of the Plankton, that lowers the surface tension of the water (as soap does) and preserves the film is responsible for these colors. It might be also interesting to note how the appearance of my reflection is changing from bubble to bubble. The image was taken at Fitzgerald Marine Reserve."
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baghdadserai
13 April 2009 @ 11:09 am


“My square-wheel bike, on permanent display at Macalester College. This construction, believe it or not, earned me an entry in "Ripley's Believe It or Not"; beats standing in a block of ice for three days or growing three-foot long fingernails. This version is our second such vehicle, built in 2004. The first, from 1995, was a little less refined and the ride on the catenary road less smooth. The new version rides very very smoothly.”
Mathematics Professor Stan Wagon


 
 
baghdadserai
10 April 2009 @ 10:16 am

Once while walking with my son, then four, he picked up the spiny seed pod of a burdock plant.
Holding it in his palm, he said, "Look, a porcupine egg!" 
Since then I seem to have found my own share of "porcupine eggs."
I have extrapolated from what I know and projected it onto some phenomenon
where, it turned out, I was actually clueless.
 
 
baghdadserai
24 March 2009 @ 05:02 pm
 

Our good buddy says Barack Obama is
"one angry guy -- his wife is angry as well."

Wonder where that came from.


 
 
 
baghdadserai
24 March 2009 @ 11:13 am
"People think that life on earth is possible because the sun is giving energy to it. But the truth is that the sun is giving "negative entropy" to the earth.

If the sun was really giving energy to the earth, then the earth would heat up and up and up, with no limit. The same amount of energy the earth receivers from the sun it gives back to the rest of the universe. So the temperature of the earth remains approximately the same.

Well, the amount of energy the sun gives to earth is the same the earth gives back to the universe, lets call it Q. So the entropy the sun is giving to the earth is Q/Ts (Ts is temperature of the sun) and the entropy earth is giving to the universe is Q/Te (Te is temperatue of the earth). Since Ts > Te, then Q/Te > Q/Ts.

So, the earth is receiving Q/Ts from the sun and is giving away Q/Te to the rest of the universe. So the change of entropy on the earth is Q/Ts - Q/Te < 0. So entropy on earth is decreasing.

Since life forms are more organized than a soup of atoms and molecules, to have life a planet must organize itself, ie, must decrease its entropy. That what is happening to the earth due to the sun. The sun is decreasing the entropy on earth."

Source
This is perhaps rule-of-thumb science,
entropy being such a delightfully difficult notion.
Still, as a different way of looking at the process,
it serves as a reminder
that life is simply a playful diversion
in light's long journey into night.



 
 
baghdadserai
19 March 2009 @ 05:46 am


May time soon find you free,
In good health,
Wholehearted.

Link

BaghdadSerai

 

 
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baghdadserai

               
The Communications Engineer and the
Baseball Pitcher
Do our measures of information fully describe information in the real world?

Consider the case of a communications engineer and a baseball pitcher.   The engineer has a black box signal produced in the following manner. There is a hemispherical shell with a radius of 60.5 ft. (the distance between the pitcher’s mound and home plate) and the hemisphere’s entire surface is divided into 7120 strike-zone sized areas that are each labeled with their own unique symbol.  These seven thousand-plus symbols comprise the symbol set of the message the communication engineer will analyze.

Inside the hemisphere, at its center, the pitcher is on the mound throwing the ball and as each ball strikes the hemisphere in one or another of the labeled, strike-zone areas, that area’s symbol is added to an accumulating message for the engineer to analyze for information content in bits per symbol by means of Shannon’s H-theorem.

If the pitcher is very erratic, the engineer would find his signal to be highly entropic, have high information content per symbol. If he were throwing the ball in an entirely random manner, the information content per symbol would reach its maximum. 

On the other hand, if the pitcher is having a good day and throwing perfect strikes, one after another, the engineer would find his signal to be wholly redundant, the same symbol, appearing again and again, would have minimal information content.

Well, thermodynamically all is in order, but there seems to be a paradox in that the more highly organized or “informed” the internal process is, the less it reflected in the engineer’s external measurement of information content in its signal. There is in fact an inverse relationship.

Moreover, consider more broadly the energy involved in the process of throwing a baseball. It is entirely driven by Calories that are ultimately derived from the individual interactions between photons and electrons in the chlorophyll antenna of plant’s chloroplasts. The amount of energy transferred in such a case, in any single photon/electron transaction, is one electron volt.

Now, quite surprisingly, a five-ounce baseball moving at 90 mph has the kinetic energy equivalent to 10^22 electron volts (that seems to be an extraordinarily high figure, but I believe it is solid). This means that the disparate impulses of 10^22 photon/electron transactions are, in each throw of the ball, being directed into a single, purposeful vector.  This is energy gathered over a vast “watershed” and constrained into converging energy pathways over a largely biochemical terrain. Where is the measure of this process?

Perhaps Shannon’s algorithm is not a full measure of information, but rather simply an index sufficient to the purposes of the communication engineer.  Perhaps, in the manner of conic sections, a different angle on the plane of our metric or another place of intersection would reveal very different geometry, a different measure of the nature of information.

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Baghdadserai


 
 
baghdadserai
12 March 2009 @ 08:44 am


 

Inside just about all living cells, they say,
Pathways of precedence and consequence.
These are the metabolic pathways of energy and biomolecule
many of which are traced out by little free-floating vessels
that somehow manage to get to the next station on the line.

Wiki Image
 
 
 
baghdadserai
08 March 2009 @ 11:42 am

Deborah George says Baindu stole her heart
when she met the young girl at a center for children
who'd been kidnapped during Sierra Leone's war.

A very sweet story.
NPR, 3/8/09
 
 
 
baghdadserai
05 March 2009 @ 08:14 am

               

Rush Limbaugh

A few pixels sketch out a face
Carefully posed and pleasant.
They do not reveal the zoo keeper of grievance within
Who each day charms his charges with his voice
And feeds them little dripping hunks of rhetoric,
Just enough to keep them hungry and hating.

So now he lumbers forward bearing banner,
Forgetting matters of public health.
He should turn round and look back
At all the large turds his little parade
Has left stinking in the public road.

Like last night watching some old news clips of Bush
My God, what we were expected to swallow,
What we got used to.
And the DoughBoy was complicit in the whole sorry affair,
Every dysfunctional, inhuman, scatological bit of it.

I suppose the gap between me and any state of enlightenment
Could be measured by my loathing of this lardass.

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