Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Elizabeth

My Symphony

To live content with small means.
To seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion.
To be worthy not respectable,
and wealthy not rich.
To study hard, think quietly, talk gently,
act frankly, to listen to stars, birds, babes,
and sages with open heart, to bear all cheerfully,
do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.

- William Ellery Channing



Elizabeth "Betty" Shipperbottom
September, 1921 - June, 2010



God bless you, Grandma. Rest in Peace.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Dot

I was stumbling along on stumbleupon, tonight, and I came across the famous Pale Blue Dot photo, taken from Voyager 1.

And that made me think of Carl Sagan, who had this to say about the same photograph.

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

Some stumbles are worth sharing.


Jim out.




Friday, April 30, 2010

Who Knew?

Last night Gnoman got hammered and started telling me about his years as a physicist. Apparently he was a pretty big wheel back in those days. Then he shows me this photo, taken at the 1927 Solvay Conference in Brussels.
The little guy is just full of surprises!

Jim out.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Useful Information!



Jim out.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

RTF: Twain's Flame

I wish Mark Twain were here today, if only to see how he'd respond to a spam-bot, or some poor telemarketer who interrupted his dinner.

Below is a letter he wrote to a sham artist who tried to sell him fake medicine:

J. H. Todd
1212 Webster St.
San Francisco, Cal.

Dear Sir,

Your letter is an insoluble puzzle to me. The handwriting is good and exhibits considerable character, and there are even traces of intelligence in what you say, yet the letter and the accompanying advertisements profess to be the work of the same hand. The person who wrote the advertisements is without doubt the most ignorant person now alive on the planet; also without doubt he is an idiot, an idiot of the 33rd degree, and scion of an ancestral procession of idiots stretching back to the Missing Link. It puzzles me to make out how the same hand could have constructed your letter and your advertisements. Puzzles fret me, puzzles annoy me, puzzles exasperate me; and always, for a moment, they arouse in me an unkind state of mind toward the person who has puzzled me. A few moments from now my resentment will have faded and passed and I shall probably even be praying for you; but while there is yet time I hasten to wish that you may take a dose of your own poison by mistake, and enter swiftly into the damnation which you and all other patent medicine assassins have so remorselessly earned and do so richly deserve.

Adieu, adieu, adieu!

Mark Twain

Yikes!

Jim out.

Monday, March 22, 2010

It's Starting...

Here is a video of an octopus finding a coconut shell and using it in various ways.



Watching him scuttle about the ocean floor while wearing it like a pair of too-big pants is funny and all...but if octopi are learning how to use tools, we're probably fucked.

I, for one, welcome our new cephalopod overlords. It's been nice knowing you all.

Jim out.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Oldie But Goody

Bill Hicks was taken too soon.
But at least he enjoyed the ride.
We all should, I think.

Enjoy.




Jim out.