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Friday, October 2, 2009

No looking back

and so it happens
a miracle
as the fire is ranging
a civilian becomes a hero
no looking back
just need to help
the adrenaline rushes thru
the body moves
all in the bronx ny
firefighters are ready
they are there to help the helpless
are unsung heros
and the civilian hero
a life is saved
it happens
hero's among us
the good surface's
and on we go

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Thursday, October 1, 2009

Italiano Dessert


This is a Italian dessert its a favorite of my entire family, and whenever we go out to eat someone will always order it. Now, I don't love it, it is certainly not my favorite, but that does not mean I don't eat it. You can buy it an Italian food store and most all Italian Restaurant's offer it on their menu as a dessert choice.

Si può indovinare che cosa è questo dessert? (This is a question, Its in Italian, google it to see what I am asking).

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

To the Moon, Alice? Or beyond? #8

by Whabby


In the third (and final) version of our thought experiment, we’re going to add a few “dilithium” crystals to Shirley’s engines so she can crank her speed up to exactly 299,999 kilometers per second, just one kilometer below the speed of light. By now, you’re familiar with the drill. At the exact instant Shirley passes over you, as you lie motionless on the ground, George will flick his searchlight on and off. Both you and George will measure the time for the light pulse to travel up and down Shirley’s shaft. You’ll record your times, and repeat the exercise over and over, until you both get a stable average. Luckily, your stopwatches are smart, so they help by automatically subtracting your brain processing time, and in addition, your stopwatch automatically subtracts the time for the pulse to travel from Shirley’s transparent floor back to your eyes.


Last week, when Shirley was going “only” 150,000 kilometers a second, your stopwatch registered about three tenths of a second more for the light pulse to complete its journey than George’s. Today, with Shirley moving almost twice as fast (and as some owls guessed last week), a perfectly reasonable conjecture would be that the delay is going to be about twice as big, or just over 0.6 seconds. Consequently, when you and George start the first measurement, you go in still expecting to see the light pulse only a little later than he does.


But, that doesn’t happen! You don’t see the flash after 2.6 seconds. You don’t see it after twenty-six seconds. You don’t even see it after two hundred and fifty seconds! As the time keeps mounting, you start to panic, worried that you’ve somehow missed the flash and spoiled the experiment. Just as you’re ready to call the whole thing quits, lo and behold, you finally do see it! Breathlessly, you look down at the time as measured on your stopwatch, and see seven hundred and seventy-five seconds have passed. Almost 13 minutes!


13 minutes? For the first time since you started this whole crazy time measurement gig, you have serious trouble believing the outcome of your own experiment. How can a two second event take 13 minutes? Your sense of disbelief persists as you and George perform the measurement again and again, only to confirm: two seconds for him; hundreds of seconds for you.


To make sense of this result, we have to go back to – where else – Pythagoras. In the one second it takes the light flash to go from the searchlight to Shirley’s mirrored ceiling, in George’s world, Shirley has been racing away along a line stretching off to your right at 299,999 kilometers per second. Geometrically, after one second Shirley’s movement has created a Line B that’s 299,999 kilometers long. Eager to find out how much distance 299,999 kilometers adds to the length of the all-important Line A, the line that traces out the path the light pulse takes from your perspective, you frantically crunch through the familiar Pythagorean calculations. I’ll spare you the numerical details: Line A turns out to be 424,263 kilometers long (a full 124,263 kilometers longer than Line C, which is the path the light pulse takes for George). The resulting triangle is shown below.

After one second of George’s time, his light pulse has reached the ceiling, and is about to start the journey back. After one second of your time, the light pulse has also covered 300,000 kilometers (light travels at the same speed for everybody), but since it has to travel up the diagonal of the right-angle triangle, it has 124,263 extra kilometers to go before it reaches the ceiling.


That’s a lot of extra distance, owls. It’s about 10 times the diameter of the Earth. Even traveling at 300,000 kilometers per second, 124,263 kilometers is going to take the pulse a little less than half a second - 0 .414 seconds to be exact - to traverse. In 0.414 seconds, though, Shirley, zipping along at a constant 299,999 kilometers per second, extends Line B by an additional 124,262 kilometers (0.414 times 299,999). By the Pythagorean theorem, that, in turn, lengthens Line A by a further 95,000 kilometers or so.


Just like in last week’s example, successive cycles of space/time creation have commenced. The extra time needed for your light pulse to cover that additional 95,000 kilometers is about 0.317 seconds. But in 0.317 seconds, Shirley moves 80,000 kilometers further away. And, of course, the same movement is happening while the light pulse is traveling back down Shirley’s shaft, stretching Line B for the mirror-image triangle by the same amount. These numbers are big, so it’s already clear that the time you measure for the light flash to reach Shirley’s floor will be larger - quite a bit larger – than last week, when Shirley was traveling at half the speed of light. Still, just like last week, these numbers are shrinking rapidly. You would be forgiven for thinking that the cycles would quickly shrink to insignificance.


But you’d be wrong! As the cycles start to pile on, an important aspect of the geometry of the situation rears its ugly head and starts to exert an increasing influence. To understand this, we need to revisit Pythagoras’ theorem (sorry, owls):


According to the theorem, to get the length of Line A, you first square the lengths of Lines B and C. Then, you add the squared values together. Finally, you take the square root of that sum. Remember the blog where Shirley was moving only one kilometer per second? And we talked about the fact that squaring the lengths of Lines B and C and then adding them together inflates any initial difference in their size? When the lengths of Lines B and C are very discrepant, with one relatively long and the other relatively short, squaring the numbers ensures that the length of Line A is almost completely controlled by the length of the longer side.



A useful way of stating this relation in the context of our current triangle is: The greater the discrepancy between the lengths of Lines B and C, the greater the proportion of the length of the longer side gets “donated “ to line A.

We encountered this situation when Shirley was moving only one kilometer per second (slow, relative to the speed of light, that is) in Blog Five, making Line C vastly longer than Line B. You can see this in the figure above: with Line C so much more in control of the length of Line A than Line B, Line A was virtually the same length as Line C. This time around, with Shirley moving at 299,999 kilometers per second, Line B is almost equal in length to Line C after just one second. Therefore, the amount that Line B and Line C contribute to the length of A is now virtually equal (for those who care, Line C supplies just a tiny trifle more than 71% of its length, Line B just a tiny trifle less).


In just the first cycle of time/space creation, though, we’ve seen that Line B increased by 124,262 kilometers, making Line B quite a bit longer than Line C. As the space/time creation cycles pile on, Line B grows ever longer, while Line C (of course) stays the same. Consequently, Line B begins to donate a larger and larger proportion of its overall length to Line A, and that means it donates a larger and larger proportion of the portion of its length that was just added in the latest cycle. The top triangle of the three triangles in the figure below shows what’s happened by the 20th cycle of space/time creation, close to the number of cycles that completely “closed things out” when Shirley traveled at 150,000 kilometers per second. This time around, Shirley has moved almost 1.5 million kilometers away, making Line B almost five times as long as Line C. In the very next (21st) cycle, illustrated in the middle triangle of the figure, Shirley moves an additional 30,941 kilometers down the line. Crucially, with the big (and growing) imbalance between the lengths of Line B and Line C, most of that additional length is donated to Line A. In fact, Line A lengthens by about 30,303 kilometers, only a fraction less than the latest increase in Line B.


It takes just slightly more than a tenth of a second for the light flash to cover the extra 30,000 or so kilometers along A. In that amount of time, though, Shirley moves another 29,999 or so kilometers away, and donates almost all of that extra length to Line A. As these iterations of space/time creation continue to mount, and Line B grows ever longer compared to Line C, the proportion of the additional length on Line B that’s donated to A grows every larger, until they’re almost identical. This situation is illustrated in the bottom triangle of the figure with the large number of evenly spaced light pulses through the midsection. Eventually, things almost reach equilibrium, where on each cycle, almost as much new distance is added to Line A as was added on the immediately previous cycle. As a result, the light pulse makes very little headway on its journey toward the top of the triangle (Shirley’s mirrored ceiling), or (after one second of George’s time) back down to the floor.


Luckily for your patience, though, the amount of Line B that gets donated to Line A never - quite - reaches the point of complete balance. On every successive cycle, the temporal window of opportunity for Shirley to move further down the line grows just a little smaller, and the old girl covers just slightly less extra distance compared to the cycle before.

Eventually, the cycle IS choked off, and the light pulse DOES reach naked (and, don’t worry, still fully erect) George. As shown by the pile-up of light pulses to the right side of the triangle, though, it takes many, many, many extra cycles for that to happen. The distances along the sides say it all: by the time the pulse reaches the ceiling, Line B has stretched to over 116 million kilometers. By the time the pulse reaches the floor, Shirley has covered a total of about 232 million kilometers, putting her well on her way to Jupiter! Compared to that colossal distance, the length of line C, which remains fixed at 300,000 kilometers, has become a trivial pittance. This is why the shape of the triangle is so squashed, and Line A is now almost identical in length to Line B (of course, the true triangle is a great deal more squashed than this figure can do justice).


Let’s pause and take stock. We have exactly the opposite of the situation in Blog Five, when the spacecraft was traveling at only one kilometer per second, and it was Line B that was insignificant compared to Line C. See why time dilation is magnified by such a colossal extent when the spacecraft gets very close to the speed of light? Line B has an opportunity to get so long compared to C that virtually all of the length of Line B is donated to A; thus, as Line B grows, so grows Line A, creating ever more distance for your version of the light flash to cover. And, of course, light always takes time to cover distance.


With this description, we’ve virtually finished the quest to understand the time in time dilation! The key to the entire story lies in how quickly the spacecraft is traveling, and how quickly the light pulse can reach the floor of the spacecraft. If the pulse can do so in a relatively small number of extra cycles of space/time creation, Line C will always win the competition with Line B for who donates the bigger proportion of their length to Line A, and things don’t get too out of hand. If, however, Shirley is moving fast enough, Line B wins the “who donates the most to Line A” sweepstakes, and the time/space creaction cycles acquire a life of their own.


There are only a few loose ends to tie up, now. One of those ends is really nifty, however, so I’m going to leave you today with a teaser to it. We’ve seen that when Shirley travels at very close to light speed, she covers over 230 million kilometers before the light pulse returns to her floor. Of course, that distance puts her way out there in outer space: in the context of our solar system, 230 million kilometers away is a location well inside the asteroid belt that lies between Mars and Jupiter.


Meanwhile, what distance would the odometer onboard Shirley herself read when the pulse reaches the floor? 599,998 kilometers, of course: Her speed, 299,999 kilometers per second, multiplied by the two seconds of elapsed time that it takes for George. That is only about one and a half times the distance to the Moon; it’s many millions of kilometers short of Mars, let alone the asteroid belt. So. At the exact point in time when the light pulse returns to the spacecraft floor, time dilation appears to have created an enormous discrepancy between where Shirley is in George’s world, and where she is in yours’.


This discrepancy raises a major conundrum. Since, from your perspective, Shirley travels all the way into the asteroid belt, it is entirely possible (though unlikely) that an asteroid lies somewhere along her path, and Shirley actually hits the asteroid in a high-speed collision that immediately pulverizes her, and poor erect George, into dust. If that happened, you’d obviously never see the light pulse, because there’d be no glass floor around to reflect it back to you. You wouldn’t care much about that, because you’d be mourning the loss of George and his equipment (I was talking about his searchlight and stop watch). But from George’s perspective, Shirley doesn’t travel nearly far enough to enter the asteroid belt. The hide-speed collision never takes place, the light pulse reaches the floor with no problem, and George lives to record the time of that event.


Can exactly the same event have two such different histories? How can George (and his marvelous erection) both live and die? How can Shirley get pulverized and not get pulverized? Speculate on how to resolve this paradox in today’s comment section! Or, if you like, just sit tight and wait until next week for the (in my humble opinion) mind-boggling answer!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

One step, Two Steps, OUCH!

"Pele' just try it, and I will smash your toe"

There are days, that we awake and just figure our day will be as normal as the one before or perhaps the one after. We go about our daily routine in kind of a robot mode, doing as we do daily. As the day progresses and the cawfee is settling in, the feeling of strength and revival sets it, so you proceed. But here is the thing, when you proceed, you just have to make sure as you put one foot in front of the other that there is nothing standing in the way of your next step, like for a instance a chair with metal legs.

OUCH! FUCK! DAMN! SHIT!

I gotta tell ya, when my toe hit that metal leg of that goddamn chair, the stars that are so sparkly at night made an entrance in my brain, and they were not so sparkly, they were more like dull sharp stars hitting me in many directions. Once I collected myself and the stars had vanished, I looked down to make sure I still had a toe, and thank goodness I did. I hobbled over to my desk to see the actually damage. Well it was in one piece and I could bend it, but very sore to the touch, so I let it be.

By days end, I now had a purple toe (and no it was not my toe polish), and with each hour that went by the purple got darker. I wrapped the brusied toe to the toe next to it to try and keep it straight. The pain was dull, so I refused pain pills, however 10mg of ambien was taken instead of 5mg.

As the days past my poor toe continued on its path of turning different shades of purple. I tried all week to protect my toe of any other damaging items. Until Saturday nite, when I had forgotten the pain that so took over my body, I had the gall to hit the same goddamn toe on my computer desk leg.

OUCH! FUCK! DAMN! SHIT!

Purple Toe Soup, Yummo!


The good news tho, is the leg on my computer desk is not metal, its wood, so the pain was not as severe. I was the happiest person on the earth and could have done a happy dance that it was wood. Hmmm, actually could not do a happy dance with my sore toe, but you get the picture.

Now I just have to figure out how to get thru the week without hitting my toe on any other item in my path. This is not a easy task, but I am def up to the challenge. So please wish me luck, as I sure do need it.

:O)

Monday, September 28, 2009

Life of their own.....

by Bebbi


I remember the initial disappointment in not being able to play Little League like my brother. The hardest thing for me was that I felt like I was better than him when we played in the neighborhood. I don’t want to see women let down by society and not be able to fulfill all of their aspirations because of society’s need to keep males and females in boxes. This little story wasn’t about my breasts, but it got me to thinking about how my body, in particular my chest region, has shaped my life.


I got to wanting to write this blog because I was at work and started thinking about how my big boobs have held me back all my life. I liked to run and play sports but when I got my boobs they bounced so much that it embarrassed me and I quit running. I get treated differently because of my boobs and I have found myself dumbing down to keep with people’s image of me. I see where people try to fit into the boxes that others create for them. It is time to step outside the box.


One of my first experiences with boys was in the library in sixth grade. Some other boys dared one boy to come up and grab my boob. I was so embarrassed and appalled. I went to a teacher and it went to the principal and the boy had to go for counseling. His name was Jeff and he lived right across the street from me. From that time forward, my boobs held me back and I had no idea of the power they held until I was in my 30’s and 40’s! There was never any holding my boobies in, they have a life of their own!


When I was young and they were perky, men could only see my boobies. I spent most of my adolescent years and twenties with men and boys looking at them instead of my eyes. About 8 years ago I was at the bookstore working and a girl came in with very attractive breasts. I realized that if I had only realized how attractive they were I could have so used that to my advantage instead of to my disadvantage. So many young women these days realize the asset that their large breasts can be. But they come at a price too. I wonder if the people who have breast implants have noticed the price they pay for getting them? Maybe it is a figment of my imagination or my excuse to take the easier path?


Overall, I love my body. I especially am happy to have been losing this weight (as most of you are aware). I have never been comfortable in my femininity and it is ironic that now that I am older and getting hairs in unwanted places and sagging all over the place, I am finally comfortable in my womanhood! Boobies Rock!

In the future, and for all the young females I meet. I am going to make sure they do not get held back by being a woman. I will do whatever I need to do to help them understand that they can run, play ball, and be who they want to be regardless of their body and society’s constraints.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

~ Awesome God ~

by Tina~in_ut



My oldest is at that age where he wants to be treated like an adult, but he's definitely still a child. I worry about him a lot and hope the hubby and I have raised him right. Every so often he'll say something to make us question our parenting abilities.

He was an altar boy for 8 years at our church and not too long ago, as we left church, he told us that he hated it and there was no reason to go. He loves the sciences and started talking about proof and all that. I kept my cool, or tried to at least, and let the hubby speak. He told him that if he felt that way, then he didn't need to go to Catholic High School and we'd pull him out and put him in public school. It would sure save us a lot of money. He balked at that and didn't want to be taken out of the high school he loves. We told him that the only reason he was going there was for the religion. (not really true....the education is awesome, too!) He decided he better keep his mouth shut, but he got me thinking.

I know it's normal for teenagers and young adults in their early 20's to question the religion they were brought up with. I did and so did my hubby. Shoot...my hubby converted. I thought that I should at least hear him out and keep him away from my mother. She'd have a fit!

The next day, we went to another service. This same boy told us that he liked the music at the Newman Center better. (DeeDee, we were at the Cathedral and the choir was singing) You should have seen my eyes......totally bugged out! Was this the same boy? Was he really paying attention today?

A month later, I came home from shopping and my son was upstairs cleaning the bathrooms. He blasts his music when he cleans. I stopped in my tracks. He was playing a song that is sung at St. Catherine's (the Newman Center) every once in a while. I love the way they sing it. The original version is slow and usually played with just the piano. At our church, they have guitars and drums along with the piano. This is the closest I could find to the version we hear at church and to the one my son has on his iPod. Mind you, this kid listens to techno music and rap, so to hear this coming from him, it just blew me away~


Saturday, September 26, 2009

Yup, Fall Is Finally Here!

by Shirley

Yup, Spring and Summer have come and gone and now Fall is finally here. As promised, here is my opinion on Fall. They should have called it the dead season, because everything dies. The leaves, in all their splendid colors crumble up and die. The grass that you spent hours cutting and sweating over to make it look better than Bubba's (who has a ride on mower and you just have a push one) next door, turns brown and dies. The flowers in your perfect little garden (which by the way were much prettier than Mrs. Bubba's next door) all die. Yup, Fall is finally here!

Kids have finally gone back to school. The ones going away to college have taken a piece of your heart with them, as well as a good chunk of your wallet! All the store have taken the Back To School sales off and are now sneaking in Christnas stuff where ever they can. Putting Christmas candy in with the Halloween candy thinking we won't know the difference between a candy cane and and a pumpkin sucker. Don't eat the candy cane anyway, it's old stock and you'll never get the wrapper off. They put out all the old ugly Christmas cards and wrapping paper they couldn't sell last year, mark it down a bit, and expect us to buy it. Which of course we do, cause it's on sale and we can't pass up a bargain, right ladies? Yup, Fall is finally here!

Oh and let's not forget Halloween, the time when kids get to scare the crap out of people, assault them with rotten eggs, toilet paper their yard, soap up cars and windows and get away with it all. Plus they get candy for doing it! What about all the Halloween decorations you have to carry up from the basement or sort through in the garage. You know you want your house to be the scariest on the block. So what if Mr. and Mrs. Bubba next door had a real vampire last year, you have a welcome mat that says "Boo!" when you step on it. Life doesn't get any better. Yup, Fall is finally here!

Of course when you talk about Fall you can't help but talk about the weather. All those wonderful leaves to rake, including the ones Bubba has blown over into your yard with his handy dandy leaf blower. At night you freeze your ass off and during the day you sweat your ass off. What's up with that? Make your mind up Fall...do I wear long johns or a bikini? You refuse to turn the heat on until the last possible day, hoping for one last heatwave, but the kids can see their breath in the house and are wearing every piece of clothing they own and still freezing, so you agree to turn the heat on but, only to take the chill off. Yup, Fall is finally here!

One last thing...BAMBI RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!! Don't let those stupid humans, dressed in orange get you! RUN, RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!!!

Can't wait for Winter!