...kind of wishing I was somewhere else (mind wanders)... "Beware of the man who does not talk, and the dog that does not bark." Cheyenne
Radical Cartography: If we were able to take as the finest allegory of simulation the Borges tale where the cartographers of the Empire draw up a map so detailed that it ends up exactly covering the territory (but where the decline of the Empire sees this map become frayed and finally ruined, a few shreds still discernible in the deserts -- the metaphysical beauty of this ruined abstraction, bearing witness to an Imperial pride and rotting like a carcass, returning to the substance of the soil, rather as an aging double ends up being confused with the real thing) -- then this fable has come full circle for us, and now has nothing but the discrete charm of second-order simulacra. Abstraction today is no longer that of the map, the double, the mirror or the concept. Simulation is no longer that of a territory, a referential being or substance. It is the generation of models of a real without origin or reality: a hyperreal. The territory no longer precedes the map, nor survives it. Henceforth, it is the map that precedes the territory -- PRECESSION OF SIMULACRA -- it is the map that engenders the territory and if we were to revive the fable today, it would be the territory whose shreds are slowly rotting across the map. It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire but our own: The desert of the real itself. -- Jean Baudrillard, "The Precession of Simulacra"
Abstraction today is no longer that of the map, the double, the mirror or the concept. Simulation is no longer that of a territory, a referential being or substance. It is the generation of models of a real without origin or reality: a hyperreal. The territory no longer precedes the map, nor survives it. Henceforth, it is the map that precedes the territory -- PRECESSION OF SIMULACRA -- it is the map that engenders the territory and if we were to revive the fable today, it would be the territory whose shreds are slowly rotting across the map. It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire but our own: The desert of the real itself.
-- Jean Baudrillard, "The Precession of Simulacra"
Statistical Atlas of the 9th US Census
ht Mr E.H. Paulson Diversity is the key to economic and political evolution.
This is not so far from putting simulated trees in a simulated digital environment. It is only the detection of novelty that moves us to more accurately codify a particular experience. Novelty rewards. It should be called the 'dessert of reality itself'.
I am not myself a user of 'pants' as an expression of ???. But it is a novelty... for the moment. You can't be me, I'm taken
Do try to keep up. Diversity is the key to economic and political evolution.
But I think you have your etymologies intertwining like a pit of coral snakes coated in wild vaseline. 'Brown pants' and 'Oh pants', though conceivably connected, nevertheless have emerged from two different lines of social thought. You have to remember that the definition of 'pants' in your fair island, and in my enormous continent, differs. You can't be me, I'm taken
Tnahks you, Mig! Diversity is the key to economic and political evolution.
BTW, anybody know where to locate share/freeware JP2K reader for mac? Diversity is the key to economic and political evolution.
:-) Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - that I moved to Nice.
ceebs, really! ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
[very serious] There is no there anywhere. [/very serious]
LOL
then it's all here!
nice to know... thanks for clearing that up. ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
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Within 6 hours deserts receive more energy from the sun than humankind consumes within a year. [...] Over 90% of the world's population could be supplied with clean power from deserts by using technologies that are available today.
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Over 90% of the world's population could be supplied with clean power from deserts by using technologies that are available today.
The Tech is Available TODAY.
Also lacking is political will. And without that, nothing will happen. Too much lobby money is coming form dinosaur carbon and nuclear producers to allow DFH energy to get a serious inroad. keep to the Fen Causeway
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High-voltage_direct_current
my point about political will still applies tho' keep to the Fen Causeway
What's good for the EU is good for "90% of the world".
Gadaffi 2020! Diversity is the key to economic and political evolution.
World Energy 2.0
there was some great commentary on this diary. ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
and rg's multidimensional interjections... ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
wrap that diary about QM in a plot. ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
oh well, the idea's good.
it was like some jam session where everything suddenly takes off from nowhere.
love ET. ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
Is it spring yet?
According to the Astrological calender yes! Since yesterday. :-D
I've been pottering around the garden and garage for most of the day, listening to the seasonal call of....the lawnmower.
(For some reason, today it seemed really, really important to investigate the boxes of stuff on the high shelves that have pretty much been there untouched since I moved in 12 years ago...spring cleaning fever?)
I am totally unused to this sort of effort and I gave up at lunch before I injured my back doing something stupid while tired. I shall hopefully dig it a bit at a time over the next week. But the potatoes aren't due to go in till mid-April so I've got plenty of time to prepare. keep to the Fen Causeway
One of the difficulties I shall face in the move is that I must exchange one floating world jurisdiction for another. Fortunately the leader where I am moving is a kind of spiritual capo de capos, so, in a way, I am moving up.
Borgå is the first town I got to know in Finland, so there's an element of homecoming. It also has far more decent restaurants and more artists per hectare than even Helsinki - though they tend to represent the more crafty tradition. In summer, it is one of the best places to be, (except for the archipelago) and I am looking forward to getting the watercolours out again. You can't be me, I'm taken
This is a bit of a tribal move, since several of my closest friends and colleagues are also moving there this summer. I think 5 years of my whining about their profligate lifestyle has finally paid dividends ;-) You can't be me, I'm taken
I haven't found a place yet, but I know they are out here... You can't be me, I'm taken
So I'm aching from asking my upper legs to do lifting they don't normally do. Still, better than a bad back. keep to the Fen Causeway
A stirrup hoe:
using this tool it is possible to reach under the grassroots to the height of the stirrup cutting the roots. This will make rows of turf that are much easier to pick-up and replant or toss in the compost pile. The cutting edges have to be kept sharp, that's the downside. It is possible to find them with a wheel on the front to make it easier to use.
Another is:
This tool is about 2 feet wide with 5 foot handles to either side. Simply step on the foot bar and lever back to turn the soil. Two things:
anyway, I've done the patch for now. No more de-turfing till autumn now. keep to the Fen Causeway
The idea is to step on the tine bar like it was a shovel. Then pull towards you on the handles. The curved tines act as a lever, lifting the soil. Step back 6 inches and do it again. It's the levering action of the tool that makes things go easier and quicker ... in friable soil. (See first sentence of comment! :-)
reach under the grassroots
easier to pick-up
how much your soil is compacted
You know you're getting old when ... ;-p You can't be me, I'm taken
His views on the nubility are entirely at variance with mine. I don't think a fascination with 14 year old girls that look like your mother is entirely healthy. You can't be me, I'm taken
My daffodils are in full bloom and the forscythia is starting to bud out. The red-buds can't be far behind. We just finished a week of temperatures in the 10C-15C range and I have spent some time out doors. This has been limited by an untimely occurrence of what felt like the beginnings of an ulcer. Instead of anti-biotics for H. pylori the Dr. gave me some super anti-acids which, unfortunately have the side effects of making me feel like I am on speed, which I have always hated. While I loved weed and wine, I never knowingly did weed, whits and wine, though I loved the song by Lowell George. Things seem to be coming under control, but I am taking it easier than I otherwise would be. As the Dutch said while fighting the Spanish: "It is not necessary to have hope in order to persevere."
When they moved to the topic of the BA strike suddenly this tory came out with a whole jumble of talking points which were obviously those prescribed by Conservative Central Office as ways of framing the debate. The word "militant" featured prominently in this discussion.
Yet somehow it was laughable instead of being annoying. she had a steely certainty that these were killer blows, but they were so easily shrugged off that I almost felt sorry for her. That's "almost", not actually. I was left asking, "is that all you've got ? The best you can come up with ?". A thought swiftly followed by Denis Healey's putdown of Geoffrey Howe, "like being savaged by a dead sheep"
It was all a bit reassuring really.
but full marks to Channel 4 for getting 3 labour ministers to make fools of themselves by revealing how they're touting around for well paid jobs after they're booted out of Parliament. keep to the Fen Causeway
Stunning example of rift volcanics, perfectly illustrating what goes on between diverging tectonic plates, generally hid for the human eye because the bulk of it occurs submerged beneath the oceans.
It seems geologist are still quarreling if the volcano is below the ice-cap or not, and how high the risk is of a jökulhlaup.
Apparently the volcano is not under the glacier, so little chance of flooding. Looks like just another day in Iceland...
It was a great party - I was transported back to the Sixties! The singing daughter did her bit.
But the weird thing is how many young ladies turned up. It turns out that 80% of these 400 Ratata bloggers are female. I took that as a huge positive.
Proof of the nubility count in photographs.
Ratata.fi also won blog of the year, and various tacky golden statues were distributed within the site members. It has all the makings of an annual bash- although we have to upgrade the venue because a percussionist and I couldn't find any space to put down the backgammon board. You can't be me, I'm taken
It was a great party ...
But the weird thing is how many young ladies turned up.
we have to upgrade the venue because a percussionist and I couldn't find any space to put down the backgammon board.
You know you're getting old when ...
;-)
Given her jet-black hair, thick black eyeliner, black clothes and combat boots (which she often slept in while on assignment), people didn't always know what to think upon meeting her. She was quirky, the sort who excused herself from a social gathering by saying she had to wash her socks. And she was fearless, the kind of woman who not only kept the camera rolling while under fire, but zoomed in on a soldier who was shooting at her.
Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. - George Carlin
And having recharge points at motorway service stations is all very well for people who mostly drive around on motorways, but given present technology, electric cars really work best for people who do a lot of short journeys or live in cities, ie never get near a motorway. And that's where they need their own personal charge point... at home. But, given UK housing, siting those is going to be less easy than most might imagine. keep to the Fen Causeway
Very many Finnish apartment block parking areas with assigned spaces already offer a plug in for pre-heating the car in winter. You can't be me, I'm taken
You'd have to dig up every pavement in every town and city. The cost would be colossal. Not only that, but even if a standard charging point is agreed now, building codes will not be changed until 2050 to have them built. And then the local scallies will either vandalise them or run their games machines/dope farm heating and lighting from them keep to the Fen Causeway
May have to stay up for this one. Figure I can go one day on three hours of sleep. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. - George Carlin
:-)
Apparently one hour of debate time is taking two hours.
You can be assured they are voting on "some procedural issues."
I do grant the House is better about ramming through to getting around to the vote than the Senate.
So we'd do a little better than we'd need to if that were the case.
I've little doubt Pelosi planned that out to allow some of the Dems in more vulnerable seats to vote against it. That's probably why they put up with Stupak's bullshit. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. - George Carlin
And I have no idea why I know that and how and when I learned it.
A Roll Call vote means they all had to stand up, on the record, and publicly 'fess up how they voted.
:D Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. - George Carlin
BTW, I was sorely tempted to write:
ATTN: Drew Jones
on our census form envelope before mailing it in.
I refrained.
Cuz I'm turning into a wuss.
Can some gnome please delete and remove it?
It's on the Intertubez during my off-hours, so we're good. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. - George Carlin
Given what I know "things" - keeping it vague (I know "things") - I'd feel better if this whole thing was deleted.
Like ASAP
By the way, not sure if you follow them, but The Great Orange Satan's -- Kos, not Boehner -- Twitter feed is full of lulz from all the big bloggers sources tonight. Highly entertaining. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. - George Carlin
Thanks for the pointer, those are good.
Nobody could've predicted.... Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. - George Carlin
I'm not sure, but I think Mike Pence just declared that famous dead people will repeal health care.
Nancy's up! Almost there! Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
Will it help them? Probably not. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. - George Carlin
'm a lightweight; always have been. I didn't get properly drunk until I was 25, on a night out which culminated in a spectacular public vomiting in a Chinese restaurant. Ever wondered what the clatter of 60 pairs of chopsticks being simultaneously dropped in disgust might sound like? Don't ask me. I can't remember. I was too busy bitterly coughing what remained of my guts all over the carpet.Not a big drinker, then. Like virtually every other member of my generation, I smoked dope throughout my early 20s. It prevented me from getting bored, but also prevented me from achieving much. When you're content to blow an entire fortnight basking on your sofa like a woozy sea lion, playing Super Bomberman, eating Minstrels and sniggering at Alastair Stewart's bombastic voiceover on Police Camera Action! there's not much impetus to push yourself. Marijuana detaches you from the world, like a big pause button. The moment I stopped smoking it I started actually getting stuff done. I still sit on my sofa playing videogames, necking sweets and laughing at the telly, but these days if I have to leave my cocoon and pop to the corner shop to buy a pint of milk before they close, it's a minor inconvenience rather than a protracted mission to Mars. That was the worst thing about being stoned: there came an inevitable point every evening where you'd find yourself shuffling around a massively overlit local convenience store feeling alien and jittery. Brrr. No thanks.
'm a lightweight; always have been. I didn't get properly drunk until I was 25, on a night out which culminated in a spectacular public vomiting in a Chinese restaurant. Ever wondered what the clatter of 60 pairs of chopsticks being simultaneously dropped in disgust might sound like? Don't ask me. I can't remember. I was too busy bitterly coughing what remained of my guts all over the carpet.
Not a big drinker, then. Like virtually every other member of my generation, I smoked dope throughout my early 20s. It prevented me from getting bored, but also prevented me from achieving much. When you're content to blow an entire fortnight basking on your sofa like a woozy sea lion, playing Super Bomberman, eating Minstrels and sniggering at Alastair Stewart's bombastic voiceover on Police Camera Action! there's not much impetus to push yourself. Marijuana detaches you from the world, like a big pause button. The moment I stopped smoking it I started actually getting stuff done. I still sit on my sofa playing videogames, necking sweets and laughing at the telly, but these days if I have to leave my cocoon and pop to the corner shop to buy a pint of milk before they close, it's a minor inconvenience rather than a protracted mission to Mars. That was the worst thing about being stoned: there came an inevitable point every evening where you'd find yourself shuffling around a massively overlit local convenience store feeling alien and jittery. Brrr. No thanks.
