Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Yahoo! Chess Game;
White: ssparminder
Black: willoerthewisp
Date: Tue Jul 31 15:25:11 GMT 2007
1. e2-e4 e7-e5
2. g1-f3 b8-c6
3. f1-c4 g8-f6
4. b1-c3 f8-c5
5. f3-g5 d7-d5
6. c3xd5 f6xd5
7. c4xd5 d8xg5
8. g2-g3 c6-d4
9. c2-c3 c8-g4
10. d1-a4+ c7-c6
11. c3xd4 c5xd4
12. f2-f4 g5-f6
13. f4xe5 f6-f2++
~ Playing : London Sessions : Howlin' Wolf
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
It is nice to know that you can download their two albums from the above link. I lost the earlier one through someone who borrowed it and failed to return.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Phlegmatic
Friday, July 20, 2007
The End Is The Beginning
I must confess to having already had a sense of what Hofstadter has to say in I Am A Strange Loop and, therefore, could not resist going over to the last page where he summarises the entire perspective thus ...
I must confess to having already had a sense of what Hofstadter has to say in I Am A Strange Loop and, therefore, could not resist going over to the last page where he summarises the entire perspective thus ...
In the end, we self-percieving, self-inventing, locked-in mirages are little miracles of self-reference. We believe in marbles that disintegrate when we search for them but that are as real as any genuine marble when we're not looking for them. Our very nature is such as to prevent us from fully understanding its very nature. Poised midway between the unvisualisable cosmic vastness of curved spacetime and the dubious, shadowy flickerings of charged quanta, we human beings, more like rainbows and mirages than like raindrops and boulders, are unpredictable self-writing poems - vague, metaphorical, ambiguous and, sometimes, exceedingly beautiful.
To see ourselves this way is not as comforting as believing in ineffable other-worldly wisps endowed with eternal existence, but it has its compensations. What one gives up on is the childlike sense that things are exactly as they appear, and that our solid-seeming, marble-like "I" is the realest thing in the world; what one acquires is an appreciation of how tenuous we are at our cores, and how wildly different we are from what we seem to be. As Kurt Godel with his unexpected strange loops gave us a deeper and subtler vision of what Mathematics is all about, so the strange-loop characterisation of our essences gives us a deeper and subtler vision of what it is to be human. And to my mind, the loss is worth the gain.
I do not particularly care for the poetic disposition, but, as emphasised in the quote, that sentence just about sums up what I feel about being human. And that is that ... there isn't much more to say. All else follows therefrom ...
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I managed to get hold of Douglas Hofstadter's I Am A Strange Loop last evening. Something to look forward to ...
Friday, July 13, 2007
Tolerate the heat of the hell around you, so as to remain immutably enamoured of the light and the spectacle.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
I have yet to see art work as consistently distinctive as it is distinguished, in the realm of the Graphic Novel/lette.
Monday, July 09, 2007
... other than watch enthralled as your life plays itself out in front of you, endlessly feeding upon itself.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
There was a fairly long period of time when I was addicted to dreamless sleep; the kind that manifests itself after a physically fatiguing day. But now, you sense the need to succumb to that in which a whole new Universe manifests itself. You would like to think that your dreams are nothing but attempts to make sense of the other dimensions of this existence that you are only peripherally unaware of.
