Monday, March 21, 2011

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As if perhaps



not for me.
The distant sound of a plane alone, but
like this here.
Not for me.
The cone of light amber to a lamppost in the wet,
company to hours of waste paper forgotten on the benches.
Not for me.
paint that stains the fingers,
refuge tired of residual life of a clown painted on smile.
Not for me.
The hot air that becomes current
and a close parenthesis, but making the point.
Not for me.
The flash used to close the violin in red cloth,
load life of an artist to the street said yes.
Not for me.
Trails colorful city,
that remains static in the objective of a long exposure.
Not for me.
The curved line of the horizon,
that without steps ahead of you and stop the unnecessary travel, staying away.
Not for me.
A kilo more on the shoulders and down the bluff,
useless shortcut fastest, but close.
Not for me.
The white light of the full moon,
silent expression of black pride in the excitement of the night.
Not for me.
The time delay that numbs the start,
clear reference to a free choice of courage.
Not for me.
Dress your thoughts with new skin,
unchanged for the surface and let them live on your face.
Not for me.
dry your hands from the hail of time, that smooth
would still dare to present.
Not for me.
Chasing smiling my enemy,
giving one last attempt to remain so.
Not for me.
I still would dress me,
invulnerable waiting to answer every night, not so convincing.
Not for me.
Circulating fluid would refer my best
gear and spoiled'd still life, feeling end.
Not for me.
I'd wind to clean up your steps silent,
felt whisper in the noise of my state.
Not for me.
I would be ready to repeat itself endlessly sea,
to polish every edge returning to the touch.
Not for me.
I'd fire to melt the most of your precious stones, making it the only
.
Not for me.
dark earth I would be motivated in your views,
this stable of all your location.
Not for me.
Draw circles in the sky,
together that makes us the center image and not to distinguish between begin and end.
Not for me. But
for you.
Maybe.


Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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Timeline: the edge of time, day or night



Timeline is an enjoyable sci-fi movies, probably the book is based on, is deeper and more sophisticated, in particular the medieval setting was beautiful when the group of archeologists is sent back in time. I take this opportunity to investigate not just the physical reality of time travel, but the validity and the logical consequences of time travel as is suggested in the film: a great combination machine instead sends them to teleport objects through a passage of time in 1357 . Now it does not matter if there's a lot of science fiction in all this, however, has the conception of time emerge. These characters can change past events: an archaeologist to find a passage to break a sacred painting, but before leaving for a trip back in time, he had discovered a wall painting to a large extent destroyed, and even a fellow who is down there in the past (and that is love cut off an ear), before leaving for this trip in time, had found the tomb of a couple where the man had an ear cut off, and the woman will be the one that you love and that remains in the past. Basically, the present (at the time they leave) had already changed by the actions that these archaeologists have made going into the past. What does this mean? What is presented is a hyper-determinism, all the time and events are determined in their conduct, in this scenario if you can travel back in time, then these trips are already causally determined. The situation means that there is only one timeline, in fact, changing the past, change the future, and all are found or returned to the same timeline. If a wall is broken in the past, the future for all, that wall will be broken. Now comes spontaneously to the usual questions, but if I killed a distant pro-parent? Then change the future, would constitute a future in which I can not exist and therefore I would not go back in time, but if it is valid, the hyper-determinism that emerges, this means that events paradoxical as this killing, are impossible, if the universe were "captain" would be canceled and of themselves, restoring a past-future-compatible with some of the time travel (assuming they are possible) among those "non-paradoxical" (eg "do not cancel "). I had never thought of this logical possibility, it is certainly physically extravagant, but it would logically plausible and conceivable. The thing that makes me smile is that one goes back in time almost certainly with the intent to change the future, and in doing so everything is already determined, including his own decision to go back in time ...

There is another curious point about this sort of hyper-determinism. Without time travel, the existence of a strict determinism (theoretically ruled by quantum mechanics) can lead us to conceive of a static four-dimensional universe, in which the temporal dimension can be represented very well and replaced with an additional spatial dimension. But if this scenario we introduce a deterministic time travel, what happens? The only way to imagine a "step backward" is through a fifth dimension, or, in the static four-dimensional world as given, there would be a movement or passage of time still need a fifth dimension that represent travel in this four-dimensional universe. Virtually hyper-determinism requires an additional timeline, as well as ours, where you should be able to travel in turn, or otherwise no longer hyper-determinism and hence it leaves room for paradox (created at a higher level ), or we would need to add another timeline where you can not travel (to make deterministic one just added) and so on ad infinitum.

Surely there are many concepts of time travel are logically possible, but just imagine, given the paradoxes that might actually be part of this universe (no one can exclude a priori). The final say is always for empirical investigation physical sciences.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

What Do Shingles Look Like In The Beginning?




As if time was a state of mind and far away.
As if the plans were folds and curves with no perspective.
As if there were no reflections
and mirrors can not be an image of what they have before, but
an area that continues to be what they have behind.
As there was no gravity.
As if the sand volasse ed il cielo fosse marea a terra
ed il mare non avesse onde e fosse bianco privo di moto.
Come se il suono non avesse udito
e le corde fossero tutte libere e potabili.
Come se l’acqua fosse sporca e non avessi sete
e le crepe non fossero conseguenza di una sterile aridità
ma fondamenta fertili di una vita priva di conversione.
Come se lo strappo cucisse e non fosse punto di rottura.
Come non ci fosse più porosità
ed il liquidi galleggiassero come sul vetro.
Come non ci fossero frammenti
ma solo identità distinte, coscienti e logiche.
Come se le pagine rimanessero
white and there were no thoughts to bring about.
as if your lips were thorns
your hair and steel wires connected to my tendons
spoiled and your eyes were bright silver that speak of what I want
and your words were only the verb to ' infinite
and your blood was black ink in my desires
and your skin was just dark smoke into my greedy fingers
air we breathe lead
cold in my mouth and there was no wind stress ,
rude but just dust that sits where he wants,
without any contamination. As if burning
still,
like me. As I
at hand.
As if the problem was you.

How To Make A Rc Boat Weed

Wall

This speech is not quite profitable, and then, inevitably, now, I will find a solution to this problem, if we can call.
The library in question must be raised from the floor about 60 cm.
I will use the aluminum bars to fix the wall, with the blocks 12, 15 on the beam, for a total of 45 blocks.
will fix up the base and top anchor bars, following the grain of the wood, so as not to split.
I have a deep enough screws to use 5x50, I will ensure a clean and safe anchorage.
Considering that a single piece should withstand a stress of about 20 kg ... the weight will be less than their maximum allowable load.
will bring the thickness of several mm to accommodate the possible slopes of the wall and stem the angles.
A level will be needed.

R "Stop staring at me, I have no time now"
B "we speak of the shock wave"

not bring the resin, although the wall is not Wherever it to be perfect, the possibility that 5 to 15 dowels guarantee however I do not take the anchor.

B "or do you want to illustrate only the basic concepts of physics, so as to throw down that wall"
R "is not of that wall I'm talking about"

rounded down, I must not fall below 8 blocks to the bar.

B "but that's the problem, or not ..."
R "I want to know what the fuck you laugh. Let me work "
B" idiot, are you that you do not leave work "
R" are you that you're pinching the brain

'll bring the blender to cut the bars to measure and so hide behind the structure.
bars will not give me the possibility of adjusting, and then leave with that at the wall, fixing a bubble, if the ceiling Wherever it is abnormal recovery with the exhibitions.
is a compromise to accept.

B "I'm sorry boy, life is not a job you learn by living. You can learn through, but there is no callus.
is very simple: action - reaction, that's all. "
R" word What the fuck you want, eh? Forget it. "

prepare tools.

B "you know what is the best antidote to the poison? Other poison.
The same poison.
Hail beautiful. "

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

What Size Trowel To Instal 4x4 Tile

Alchemy smell




"Wait here, I'm going to pay the check, if you arrive move the scooter brigade "
" Ok "
rains.
The rain changes the normal behavior of all people, enhances them.
A girl goes through a bag on his head, he does not want that drop of cold rain should end right there, neck, between the shoulder blades down the back, giving you the chills.
A middle-aged man passing air to do 24 hours of his brown skin, his coat color (in fact) and perhaps an umbrella from a 50in to € ... does not have a face relaxed.
Three workers across the alley to go to a bar, it seems that the air, not caring of the rain, in work clothes, soiled plaster and stucco, paint on the shoes, smiling.
A scooter passes a speed between the cobblestones, the passers-by on its way they approach the edge of the road for fear of being washed by splashing puddles.
A blue car.
A contract carefully cleans the entrance of the store in white marble, there must be no footprints on entry.
There are no customers inside, a well-dressed man, probably the main points of the glass, maybe he saw a glow, better cleaning, image is everything.
A guy talking on the phone, I understand only a few words, but "relief" to me says it's a student, will have about 25 years, become accountant I think.
The water continues to fall, wetting the top of the buildings, slips on its vertical sides forming many streams, which feed puddles.
Where an obstacle runs, enters the cracks in the walls inflated, widening the wooden shutters and affect the iron gates, which over time will rust. Inevitable
custom of the time.
Via delle Capelle 24.
Suddenly, the windows of the buildings they turn on themselves, showing their place of grass green, even the bricks of the buildings, even the cobblestones, the facade of shops, cars, pedestrians, the kiosks, benches, tables, signs, posters, lamps, everything, every part is turned upside down, change the facade as a Rubik's cube, faster and faster, showing the land, my land, full of lush, under a sky the third, blue.
In an instant, everything seems to slow down.
smell the scent of his wind, and I walk in there.
"Behold, I been waiting for me from a figure, we have to hurry back to woodworking in 20 minutes!"
hold it.
"Ok"
hold it.
"Every time a check eg changing the hours"
hold it, look for a way to not let it, it counts, keep it in the stomach.
Via delle Capelle 24. 24.
24,
23 hours of the day, such as those in which I would awake
22, my serene
21 years, the most recent call
20 cents, as the cigarettes smoked
19, my inner 18
, illusion of freedom, so long awaited
17, the closing time
16, but if you say you do not
15, who smoke cigars
14, the times I've seen Taxi Driver
13, hated my old mac to turn
12 the people I saw walking out of the bank
11, the months we had spent together
10, like the fingers which touched your hair
9, traffic lights encountered so far
8, the billiard ball more beautiful, and the most difficult
7, the alarm
6, the alternative to the usual way
5, the minutes I used to write
4, the days from Monday
third aspect, the obsession
2, 1
me, like you ... like no
0, the times that I told you you could try, maybe, but I have not said.
0, as the circle, without beginning, without end.
0, there is no question more useless if you do not want the answer. 0
why.
hold it.