"Now stand aside worthy adversary..."
"Tis' but a scratch"
"A scratch?! Your arm's off!"
"No, it isn't!"
"Well, what's that then?"
"I've had worse."
"You liar!"
"Come'on, you pansy!"
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
| When I heard the learn’d astronomer; | |
| When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; | |
| When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; | |
| When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, | |
| How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; | |
| Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself, | |
| In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, | |
| Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. The Learn'd Astronomer - Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892) |
Monday, April 26, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
The bid-offer spread (bid-ask; buy-sell) for securities (such as stock, futures contracts, options, or currency pairs) is the difference between the price quoted by a market maker for an immediate sale (bid) and an immediate purchase (offer).
The size of the bid-offer spread in a given commodity is a liquidity measure of the market and size of the transaction cost.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Jabberwocky
Lewis Carroll
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
In Canada, there are no laws regulating SIM locking or unlocking. No Canadian wireless service provider sells unlocked phones, and none unlock after service contracts expire. Though you can buy unlock codes from Bell mobility for a cost now. Changes to the Copyright Act proposed by the Canadian government would make any circumvention of digital locks, such as carrier locks on cell phones, illegal. In 2008, then-Industry Minister Jim Prentice introduced Bill C-61 to update the Copyright Act and implement World Intellectual Property Organization (WIPO) treaty provisions. However, the bill expired with the dissolution of parliament for the 2008 federal election. The government still maintains interest in these reforms, as witnessed by the public consultations held during summer 2009 and by its current participation in Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement(ACTA) negotiations.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main,--
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Sails the unshadowed main,--
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed,--
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed,--
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil;
Mill, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched m his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
That spread his lustrous coil;
Mill, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched m his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:--
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:--
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
The Chambered Nautilus
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice.
Even if there is no one dumber,
if you're the planet's biggest dunce,
you can't repeat the class in summer:
this course is only offered once.
No day copies yesterday,
no two nights will teach what bliss is
in precisely the same way,
with exactly the same kisses.
Reproduced from the poem "Nothing Twice" by Wislawa Szymborska
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice.
Even if there is no one dumber,
if you're the planet's biggest dunce,
you can't repeat the class in summer:
this course is only offered once.
No day copies yesterday,
no two nights will teach what bliss is
in precisely the same way,
with exactly the same kisses.
Reproduced from the poem "Nothing Twice" by Wislawa Szymborska
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
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Friday, March 05, 2010
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Thursday, March 04, 2010
Saturday, February 06, 2010
The sound of hoof beats 'cross the glade
Good folk, lock up your son and daughter
Beware the deadly flashing blade
Unless you want to end up shorter
Black Adder, Black Adder, he rides a pitch black steed
Black Adder, Black Adder, he's very bad indeed
Black: his gloves of finest mole
Black: his codpiece made of metal
His horse is blacker than a hole
His pot is blacker than his kettle
Black Adder, Black Adder, with many an cunning plan
Black Adder, Black Adder, you horrid little man.
The Black Adder Lyrics
Good folk, lock up your son and daughter
Beware the deadly flashing blade
Unless you want to end up shorter
Black Adder, Black Adder, he rides a pitch black steed
Black Adder, Black Adder, he's very bad indeed
Black: his gloves of finest mole
Black: his codpiece made of metal
His horse is blacker than a hole
His pot is blacker than his kettle
Black Adder, Black Adder, with many an cunning plan
Black Adder, Black Adder, you horrid little man.
The Black Adder Lyrics
Friday, February 05, 2010
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Its cold outside,
There's no kind of atmosphere,
I'm all alone,
More or less.
Let me fly,
Far away from here,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun.
I want to lie,
Shipwrecked and comatose,
Drinking fresh,
Mango juice,
Goldfish shoals,
Nibbling at my toes,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun.
Red Dwarf Lyrics
There's no kind of atmosphere,
I'm all alone,
More or less.
Let me fly,
Far away from here,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun.
I want to lie,
Shipwrecked and comatose,
Drinking fresh,
Mango juice,
Goldfish shoals,
Nibbling at my toes,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun.
Red Dwarf Lyrics
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
The gambler's fallacy, also known as the Monte Carlo fallacy or the fallacy of the maturity of chances, is the belief that if deviations from expected behaviour are observed in repeated independent trials of some random process then these deviations are likely to be evened out by opposite deviations in the future. For example, if a fair coin is tossed repeatedly and tails comes up a larger number of times than is expected, a gambler may incorrectly believe that this means that heads is more likely in future tosses.[1] Such an expectation could be mistakenly referred to as being due. This is an informal fallacy. It is also known colloquially as the law of averages.
The gambler's fallacy implicitly involves an assertion of negative correlation between trials of the random process and therefore involves a denial of the exchangeability of outcomes of the random process.
The inverse gambler's fallacy is the belief that an unlikely outcome of a random process (such as rolling double sixes on a pair of dice) implies that the process is likely to have occurred many times before reaching that outcome.
The reversal is also a fallacy, the reverse gambler's fallacy, in which a gambler may instead decide that tails are more likely out of some mystical preconception that fate has thus far allowed for consistent results of the tail; the false conclusion being, why change if odds favor tails? Again, the fallacy is the belief that the "universe" somehow carries a memory of past results which tend to favor or disfavor future outcomes.
The gambler's fallacy implicitly involves an assertion of negative correlation between trials of the random process and therefore involves a denial of the exchangeability of outcomes of the random process.
The inverse gambler's fallacy is the belief that an unlikely outcome of a random process (such as rolling double sixes on a pair of dice) implies that the process is likely to have occurred many times before reaching that outcome.
The reversal is also a fallacy, the reverse gambler's fallacy, in which a gambler may instead decide that tails are more likely out of some mystical preconception that fate has thus far allowed for consistent results of the tail; the false conclusion being, why change if odds favor tails? Again, the fallacy is the belief that the "universe" somehow carries a memory of past results which tend to favor or disfavor future outcomes.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
"Instead of attempting to use direct numerical integration techniques, stochastic sampling techniques or Monte Carlo integration is an alternative. As mentioned, the key idea embedded in the MC approach is to represent the required distribution as a set of random samples rather than a specific analytic function (e.g., Gaussian). As the number of samples becomes large, they provide an equivalent (empirical) representation of the distribution enabling moments to be estimated directly (inference)."
Bayesian Signal Processing, James V. Candy, 2009
Bayesian Signal Processing, James V. Candy, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
"Walk a little slower, daddy.", said a child so small. "I'm following in your footsteps and I don't want to fall."
"Sometimes your steps are very fast, sometimes they are hard to see; so walk a little slower, daddy, for you are leading me."
"Someday when I am all grown up, you're what I want to be; then I will have a little child who'll want to follow me."
"And I would want to lead just right and know that I was true; so, walk a little slower daddy, for I must follow you."
"Sometimes your steps are very fast, sometimes they are hard to see; so walk a little slower, daddy, for you are leading me."
"Someday when I am all grown up, you're what I want to be; then I will have a little child who'll want to follow me."
"And I would want to lead just right and know that I was true; so, walk a little slower daddy, for I must follow you."
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
"The expanded chest, full-formed limbs, and grave countenance of this warrior, would denote that he had reached the vigour of his days, though no symptoms of decay appeard to have yet weakened his manhood."
"The frame of the white man, judging by such parts as were not concealed by his clothes, was like that of one who had known hardships and exertion from his earliest youth. His person, though muscular, was rather attenuated than full; but every nerve and muscle appeared strung and indurated, by unremitted exposure and toil."
The Last of the Mochicans - James Fenimore Cooper
"The frame of the white man, judging by such parts as were not concealed by his clothes, was like that of one who had known hardships and exertion from his earliest youth. His person, though muscular, was rather attenuated than full; but every nerve and muscle appeared strung and indurated, by unremitted exposure and toil."
The Last of the Mochicans - James Fenimore Cooper
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Ahab turned.
"Starbuck!"
"Sir."
"Oh, Starbuck! It is a mild, mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky. On such a day - very much such a sweetness as this - I struck my first whale - a boy-harpooneer of eighteen! Forty- forty - forty year ago! - ago! Forty year of continual whaling! forty year of privation, and peril, and storm-time! forty years on the pitiless sea! for forty years has Ahab forsaken the peaceful land, for forty years to make was on the horrors of the deep! Aye and yes, Starbuck, out of those forty years I have not spent three ashore. When I think of this life I have led; the desolation of solitude it has been; the masoned, wall-town of a Captain's exclusiveness, which admits but small entrance to any sympathy from the green country without - oh, weariness! heaviness! Guinea-coast slavery of solitary command! - when I think of all this; only half-suspected, no so keenly known to me before - and how for forty year I have fed upon dry salted fare - fit emblem of the dry nourishment of my soul! - when the porrest landsman has had fresh fruit to his daily hand, and broken the world's fresh bread to my mouldy crusts - away, whole oceans away, from that young girl-wife I wedded past fifty, and sailed for Cape Horn the next day, leaving buy one dent in my marriage pillow - wife? wife? - rather a widow with her husband alive! Aye, I widowed that poor girl when I married her, Starbuck; and then, the madness, the frenzy, the boiling blood and the smoking brow, with which, for a thousand lowerings old Ahab has furiously, foamingly chased his prey - more a demon than a man! - aye, aye! what a forty years' fool - fool - old fool, has old Ahab been! Why this strife of the chase? why weary, and palsy the arm at the oar, and the iron, and the lance? how the richer or better is Ahab now? Behold. Oh, Starbuck! is it not hard, that with this weary load I bear, one poor leg should have been snatched from under me? Here, bruch this old hair aside; it blinds me, that I seem to weep. Locks so grey did never grow but from out some ashes! But do I look very old, so very, very old, Starbuck? I feel deadly faint, bowed, and humped, as though I were Adam, starggering beneath the piled centuries since Paradise. God! God! God! - crack my heart! - stave my brain! - mockery - mockery! bitter, biting mockery of grey hairs, have I lived enough joy to wear ye; and seem and feel thus intolerably old? Close! stand close to me Starbuck; let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into the sea or sky; bettern than to gaze upon God. By the green land; by the bright hearth-stone! this is the magic glass, man; I see my wife and my child in thine eye. No, no; stay on board, on board! - lower not when I do; when branded Ahab gives chase to Moby-Dick. That hazard shall not be thine. No, no! not with the far away home I see in that eye!"
...
"Starbuck!"
"Sir."
"Oh, Starbuck! It is a mild, mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky. On such a day - very much such a sweetness as this - I struck my first whale - a boy-harpooneer of eighteen! Forty- forty - forty year ago! - ago! Forty year of continual whaling! forty year of privation, and peril, and storm-time! forty years on the pitiless sea! for forty years has Ahab forsaken the peaceful land, for forty years to make was on the horrors of the deep! Aye and yes, Starbuck, out of those forty years I have not spent three ashore. When I think of this life I have led; the desolation of solitude it has been; the masoned, wall-town of a Captain's exclusiveness, which admits but small entrance to any sympathy from the green country without - oh, weariness! heaviness! Guinea-coast slavery of solitary command! - when I think of all this; only half-suspected, no so keenly known to me before - and how for forty year I have fed upon dry salted fare - fit emblem of the dry nourishment of my soul! - when the porrest landsman has had fresh fruit to his daily hand, and broken the world's fresh bread to my mouldy crusts - away, whole oceans away, from that young girl-wife I wedded past fifty, and sailed for Cape Horn the next day, leaving buy one dent in my marriage pillow - wife? wife? - rather a widow with her husband alive! Aye, I widowed that poor girl when I married her, Starbuck; and then, the madness, the frenzy, the boiling blood and the smoking brow, with which, for a thousand lowerings old Ahab has furiously, foamingly chased his prey - more a demon than a man! - aye, aye! what a forty years' fool - fool - old fool, has old Ahab been! Why this strife of the chase? why weary, and palsy the arm at the oar, and the iron, and the lance? how the richer or better is Ahab now? Behold. Oh, Starbuck! is it not hard, that with this weary load I bear, one poor leg should have been snatched from under me? Here, bruch this old hair aside; it blinds me, that I seem to weep. Locks so grey did never grow but from out some ashes! But do I look very old, so very, very old, Starbuck? I feel deadly faint, bowed, and humped, as though I were Adam, starggering beneath the piled centuries since Paradise. God! God! God! - crack my heart! - stave my brain! - mockery - mockery! bitter, biting mockery of grey hairs, have I lived enough joy to wear ye; and seem and feel thus intolerably old? Close! stand close to me Starbuck; let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into the sea or sky; bettern than to gaze upon God. By the green land; by the bright hearth-stone! this is the magic glass, man; I see my wife and my child in thine eye. No, no; stay on board, on board! - lower not when I do; when branded Ahab gives chase to Moby-Dick. That hazard shall not be thine. No, no! not with the far away home I see in that eye!"
...
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 03, 2009
"One of the things you learn in engineering is to be rigorous. If you build a bridge that falls down on a windy day, there's going to be hell to pay. Financial markets are not like that; they are very noisey. It's hard to tell who's skillful and who's just lucky. And a lot of analyses are done in extremely haphazard, primitive ways, but the investing public doesn't know any better."
Dan diBartolomeo - Wired, March 2009
Dan diBartolomeo - Wired, March 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Monday, December 18, 2006
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Up On The Roof
The Drifters
(Written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King)
When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me
Let me tell you now
When I come home feelin' tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof)
I get away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat-race noise down in the street (up on the roof)
On the roof, the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof (up on the roof)
brief instrumental-chiefly strings
At night the stars put on a show for free
And, darling, you can share it all with me
I keep a-tellin' you
Right smack dab in the middle of town
I've found a paradise that's trouble proof (up on the roof)
And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two
Up on the roof (up on the roof)
Up on the roo-oo-oof (up on the roof)
Oh, come on, baby (up on the roof)
Oh, come on, honey (up on the roof)
FADE
Everything is all right (up on the roof)
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
You're Only Human (Second Wind) - Billy Joel
You're having a hard time and lately you don't feel so good
You're getting a bad reputation in your neighborhood
It's alright, it's alright, sometimes that's what it takes
You're only human, you're allowed to make your share of mistakes
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
You better believe there will be times in your life
When you'll be feeling like a stumbling fool
So take it from me you'll learn more from your accidents
Than anything that you could ever learn at school
Don't forget your second wind
Sooner of later you'll get your second wind
It's not always easy to be living in this world of pain
You're gonna be crashing into stone walls again and again
It's alright, it's alright, though you feel your heart break
You're only human, you're gonna have to deal with heartache
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
Just like a boxer in a title fight
You got to walk in that ring all alone
You're not the only one who's made mistakes
But they're the only thing that you can truly call your own
Don't forget your second wind
Wait in that corner until that breeze blows in
You've been keeping to yourself these days
Cause you're thinking everything's gone wrong
Sometimes you just want to lay down and die
That emotion can be so strong
But hold on 'till that old second wind comes along
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
You probably don't want to hear advice from someone else
But I wouldn't be telling you if I hadn't been there myself
It's alright, it's alright, sometimes that's all it takes
We're only human, we're supposed to make mistakes
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
But I survived all those long lonely days
When it seemed I did not have a friend
Cause all I needed was a little faith
So I could catch my breath and face the world again
Don't forget your second wind
Sooner or later you'll feel that momentum kick in
(One more time!)
Don't forget your second wind
Sooner or later you'll feel that momentum kick in
Don't forget your second wind
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
You're having a hard time and lately you don't feel so good
You're getting a bad reputation in your neighborhood
It's alright, it's alright, sometimes that's what it takes
You're only human, you're allowed to make your share of mistakes
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
You better believe there will be times in your life
When you'll be feeling like a stumbling fool
So take it from me you'll learn more from your accidents
Than anything that you could ever learn at school
Don't forget your second wind
Sooner of later you'll get your second wind
It's not always easy to be living in this world of pain
You're gonna be crashing into stone walls again and again
It's alright, it's alright, though you feel your heart break
You're only human, you're gonna have to deal with heartache
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
Just like a boxer in a title fight
You got to walk in that ring all alone
You're not the only one who's made mistakes
But they're the only thing that you can truly call your own
Don't forget your second wind
Wait in that corner until that breeze blows in
You've been keeping to yourself these days
Cause you're thinking everything's gone wrong
Sometimes you just want to lay down and die
That emotion can be so strong
But hold on 'till that old second wind comes along
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
You probably don't want to hear advice from someone else
But I wouldn't be telling you if I hadn't been there myself
It's alright, it's alright, sometimes that's all it takes
We're only human, we're supposed to make mistakes
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
But I survived all those long lonely days
When it seemed I did not have a friend
Cause all I needed was a little faith
So I could catch my breath and face the world again
Don't forget your second wind
Sooner or later you'll feel that momentum kick in
(One more time!)
Don't forget your second wind
Sooner or later you'll feel that momentum kick in
Don't forget your second wind
(You're only human, ooo-ooo)
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
"If I Had A Boat" - Lyle Lovett
If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
"Using a highly simplified language, we might state at this point that adaptive algorithms are nothing but iterative search algorithms derived for minimizing the underlying cost function with the true statistics replaced by their estimates obtained in some manner."
Chapter 5, Search Methods - B. Farhang-Boroujeny
Chapter 5, Search Methods - B. Farhang-Boroujeny
"In nondualistic maintenance gumption isn't a fixed commodity. It's variable, a reservoir of good spirits that can be added to or subtracted from. Since it's a result of the perception of Quality, a gumption trap, consequently, can be defined as anything that causes one to lose sight of Quality, and thus lose one's enthusiasm for what one is doing. As one might guess from a definition as broad as this, the field is enormous and only a beginning sketch can be attempted here."
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, R. M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, R. M. Pirsig
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Young Man Dies
(David Wilcox)
There's a young man dying
as he stands beside the sea.
You can see him smiling, unbelievably free:
wind in his hair, light in his eyes.
He looks a lot like you, and you look so surprised
that he would send you on your way
with no good-byes.
But he can't go, and you can't stay,
'cause in the years it takes
to make one man wise, the young man dies.
Meanwhile you're sailing,
as you wave good-bye to shore.
You're anticipating what these new days
will hold in store.
It's the mystery of the ocean,
but now he's in over his head.
This is no place for the young man,
he's got to send you on instead.
And still you're looking so surprised
that this change has come as prophesied
but the years won't compromise,
'cause in the years it takes
to make one man wise, the young man dies.
The young man:
He was such a lonely boy.
Yeah, but he could dream, all right.
He could picture you a perfect sunrise
in the middle of your darkest night.
And he could take a sip from someday,
like he had a secret well.
He could listen to the voices calling
from a distant time will tell.
It's you in that picture where you're looking far away
like you hear a whisper of the things
you'll know someday.
But back then your heart was hungry
for something hard to find; you were
just holding out for someday,
but you've left that pain behind
'cause he walked you through those mountains,
for as long as he could bear.
He never reached the fountain,
but he could take you there.
The young man's dying
'cause in the years it takes to make one man wise,
the young man dies.
(David Wilcox)
There's a young man dying
as he stands beside the sea.
You can see him smiling, unbelievably free:
wind in his hair, light in his eyes.
He looks a lot like you, and you look so surprised
that he would send you on your way
with no good-byes.
But he can't go, and you can't stay,
'cause in the years it takes
to make one man wise, the young man dies.
Meanwhile you're sailing,
as you wave good-bye to shore.
You're anticipating what these new days
will hold in store.
It's the mystery of the ocean,
but now he's in over his head.
This is no place for the young man,
he's got to send you on instead.
And still you're looking so surprised
that this change has come as prophesied
but the years won't compromise,
'cause in the years it takes
to make one man wise, the young man dies.
The young man:
He was such a lonely boy.
Yeah, but he could dream, all right.
He could picture you a perfect sunrise
in the middle of your darkest night.
And he could take a sip from someday,
like he had a secret well.
He could listen to the voices calling
from a distant time will tell.
It's you in that picture where you're looking far away
like you hear a whisper of the things
you'll know someday.
But back then your heart was hungry
for something hard to find; you were
just holding out for someday,
but you've left that pain behind
'cause he walked you through those mountains,
for as long as he could bear.
He never reached the fountain,
but he could take you there.
The young man's dying
'cause in the years it takes to make one man wise,
the young man dies.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Southern Cross
(Crosby, Stills, & Nash)
Got out of town on a boat, going to Southern Islands
Sailing a reach before a following sea.
She was making for the trades on the outside, and the downhill run to Papeete.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas,
We got eight feet of waterline, nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized, why twice you ran away!
(Chorus)
Think about..Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl, who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And, you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand why now you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be running from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dying.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flying.
She's all that I have left and music is her name.
(Repeat Chorus)
So we cheated and we lied and we tested.
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you....at the Southern Cross.
(Crosby, Stills, & Nash)
Got out of town on a boat, going to Southern Islands
Sailing a reach before a following sea.
She was making for the trades on the outside, and the downhill run to Papeete.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas,
We got eight feet of waterline, nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized, why twice you ran away!
(Chorus)
Think about..Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl, who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And, you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand why now you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be running from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dying.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flying.
She's all that I have left and music is her name.
(Repeat Chorus)
So we cheated and we lied and we tested.
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you....at the Southern Cross.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
In A Moment
Collective Soul
The walls came up as the thoughts went down
To the hush of disparity
Sure we know the problem lies
With some insecurities
But we'll never see eye to eye
As long as our tongues are tied
And we'll never be seen as one
Until we find love
In a moment it could happen
We could wake up and be laughing
In a moment it could happen
We could forgive and be happy
It's a shame our world responds to life
As a puzzle in disguise
I wish our course would lead us towards
The peace and loving kind
But we'll never walk hand in hand
Until we let old wounds mend
And we'll never sing songs as one
Until we find love
In a moment some wisdom could be learned
In a moment new voices could be heard
In a moment we could make heads turn
In a moment we could change
Collective Soul
The walls came up as the thoughts went down
To the hush of disparity
Sure we know the problem lies
With some insecurities
But we'll never see eye to eye
As long as our tongues are tied
And we'll never be seen as one
Until we find love
In a moment it could happen
We could wake up and be laughing
In a moment it could happen
We could forgive and be happy
It's a shame our world responds to life
As a puzzle in disguise
I wish our course would lead us towards
The peace and loving kind
But we'll never walk hand in hand
Until we let old wounds mend
And we'll never sing songs as one
Until we find love
In a moment some wisdom could be learned
In a moment new voices could be heard
In a moment we could make heads turn
In a moment we could change
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Sunday, January 25, 2004
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Long, Cool Woman in a Black Dress
Rockapella
Saturday night I was downtown, workin' for the FBI
Sitting in a nest of bad men,
Whiskey bottles piling high
A bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who were doing wrong
I was just about to call up the DA man
When I heard this woman singing a song.
A pair of 45's made me open my eyes,
My temperature started to rise.
She was a -
Chorus
Long, cool woman in a black dress,
Just 5'9", beautiful, tall
Just one look, I was a bad mess
'Cause that long, cool woman had it all.
I saw her head up to the table,
Just a tall walking big, black cat,
Charlie said, "I sure hope that you're able, boy,
'Cause I'm telling you she knows where it's at."
Well, suddenly we heard the sirens
And everybody started to run,
Jumping out of doors and tables.
When I heard somebody shooting a gun.
Well the DA was pumping my left hand,
And she was holding my right.
I said, "Don't be scared, you're going to be spared,
Well, I'm gonna be forgiving
If I'm want to spend my living with a -
(Chorus)
Missy was fine, she blew my mind.
I think about her booty all the time.
She was a long, cool woman in a black dress...
Rockapella
Saturday night I was downtown, workin' for the FBI
Sitting in a nest of bad men,
Whiskey bottles piling high
A bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who were doing wrong
I was just about to call up the DA man
When I heard this woman singing a song.
A pair of 45's made me open my eyes,
My temperature started to rise.
She was a -
Chorus
Long, cool woman in a black dress,
Just 5'9", beautiful, tall
Just one look, I was a bad mess
'Cause that long, cool woman had it all.
I saw her head up to the table,
Just a tall walking big, black cat,
Charlie said, "I sure hope that you're able, boy,
'Cause I'm telling you she knows where it's at."
Well, suddenly we heard the sirens
And everybody started to run,
Jumping out of doors and tables.
When I heard somebody shooting a gun.
Well the DA was pumping my left hand,
And she was holding my right.
I said, "Don't be scared, you're going to be spared,
Well, I'm gonna be forgiving
If I'm want to spend my living with a -
(Chorus)
Missy was fine, she blew my mind.
I think about her booty all the time.
She was a long, cool woman in a black dress...
Thursday, July 17, 2003
Bulletproof
Blue Rodeo
Tell me one more time again
Just like I didn't hear you
Like I don't know what's going through your mind, I do
I play the same game too
I know it's hard to stop
Even when you want to
Now the moon lights up your face
And I can see you're crying
You never liked me to see you cry, it's true
I've done some crying too
The hardest part about it
Is trying to hide it from you
It must be great to be so strong
Never needed anybody's help to carry on
But we're so scared of the silence and the tricks that we use
We're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't want to lie about it
I'm not bulletproof
Well I finally found the way
To hide from all your glances
Til the waiting game we play is through
I can, but what's the use
When all I really want to do is hide out with you
It would be great to be so strong
You never needed anybody's help to get along
We're so scared of the silence and the language that we use
Yeah we're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't want to kid about it
I'm not bulletproof
Tell me one more time again
I guess I didn't hear you
I don't know all the secrets that you keep inside
I tried the same thing too
But they all come pouring out of me when I'm talking to you
It must be great to be so strong
You never needed anybody else's help to carry on
But I'm not waking up each morning with forgiveness I can use
No I'm careless, and I'm cruel, but I'm still easily bruised
I'm so tired of lying about it
I'm not bulletproof
No, and I'm not going to lie about it
I'm not bulletproof
Blue Rodeo
Tell me one more time again
Just like I didn't hear you
Like I don't know what's going through your mind, I do
I play the same game too
I know it's hard to stop
Even when you want to
Now the moon lights up your face
And I can see you're crying
You never liked me to see you cry, it's true
I've done some crying too
The hardest part about it
Is trying to hide it from you
It must be great to be so strong
Never needed anybody's help to carry on
But we're so scared of the silence and the tricks that we use
We're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't want to lie about it
I'm not bulletproof
Well I finally found the way
To hide from all your glances
Til the waiting game we play is through
I can, but what's the use
When all I really want to do is hide out with you
It would be great to be so strong
You never needed anybody's help to get along
We're so scared of the silence and the language that we use
Yeah we're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't want to kid about it
I'm not bulletproof
Tell me one more time again
I guess I didn't hear you
I don't know all the secrets that you keep inside
I tried the same thing too
But they all come pouring out of me when I'm talking to you
It must be great to be so strong
You never needed anybody else's help to carry on
But I'm not waking up each morning with forgiveness I can use
No I'm careless, and I'm cruel, but I'm still easily bruised
I'm so tired of lying about it
I'm not bulletproof
No, and I'm not going to lie about it
I'm not bulletproof
Saturday, July 05, 2003
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
Love Lift Me
Amanda Marshall
Somebody told me
Once in a lifetime
Destiny finds you and blows you away
Spins you in circles
Pulls you in pieces
Bleeds you like Jesus
And goes on its way
But it's oh so simple sometimes
Just to lay your heart open wide
If you wanna get to heaven
Then you gotta take the ride
CHORUS
Love lift me
Wherever you are
Convince me
I'm safe in your arms
Love lift me
Make sense of it all
Teach me to fly
And don't let me fall
Somebody told me
Love makes you stupid
Makes you go crazy
Makes you go blind
Comes uninvited
And leaves when it wants to
Calls you at midnight and ties up your line
But it's oh so sweet when it's right (there's nothin' better)
And you swear you won't but you might (you're gonna try)
Gotta fumble in the dark if you wanna see the light
CHORUS
And when it's all said and done
It's just the same for everyone
You're busy making your plans
Love's like a bird baby
Flying out of your hands
And it's oh so hard to explain (we don't know nothin')
And your heart gets hold of your brain (but still we try)
Better batten down the hatches baby
Here we go again
Love lift me
Wherever you are
Convince me
I'm safe in your arms
Love lift me /
I'm waiting on you
'Cause nothing can
lift meThe way that you do
Love lift me
Love lift me
Love lift me (only love can take me higher)
I wanna fly
Amanda Marshall
Somebody told me
Once in a lifetime
Destiny finds you and blows you away
Spins you in circles
Pulls you in pieces
Bleeds you like Jesus
And goes on its way
But it's oh so simple sometimes
Just to lay your heart open wide
If you wanna get to heaven
Then you gotta take the ride
CHORUS
Love lift me
Wherever you are
Convince me
I'm safe in your arms
Love lift me
Make sense of it all
Teach me to fly
And don't let me fall
Somebody told me
Love makes you stupid
Makes you go crazy
Makes you go blind
Comes uninvited
And leaves when it wants to
Calls you at midnight and ties up your line
But it's oh so sweet when it's right (there's nothin' better)
And you swear you won't but you might (you're gonna try)
Gotta fumble in the dark if you wanna see the light
CHORUS
And when it's all said and done
It's just the same for everyone
You're busy making your plans
Love's like a bird baby
Flying out of your hands
And it's oh so hard to explain (we don't know nothin')
And your heart gets hold of your brain (but still we try)
Better batten down the hatches baby
Here we go again
Love lift me
Wherever you are
Convince me
I'm safe in your arms
Love lift me /
I'm waiting on you
'Cause nothing can
lift meThe way that you do
Love lift me
Love lift me
Love lift me (only love can take me higher)
I wanna fly
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
The Heart of the Matter
Don Henley
I got the call today, I didn’t want to hear
But I knew that it would come
Old, true friend of ours was talking on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck, and the struggles we went through
How I lost me, and you lost you
What are these voices outside love’s open door
Make us throw off our contentment and beg for something more?
But I’m learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I’m learning again
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore
Oh, these times are so uncertain
There’s a yearning undefined
People filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
Oh, the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They’re the very things we kill, I guess
Oh, pride and competition
Cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
You know it doesn’t keep me warm
I’m learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I’d figured out, I have to learn again
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But everything changes and my friends seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore
There are people in your life who’ve come and gone
They let you down
You know, they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you, baby
’Cause life goes on
You keep carrying that anger, it’ll eat you up inside, baby
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak and the ashes will scatter
So I’m thinking about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me
Forgiveness (yeah)
Forgiveness (baby)
Forgiveness (oh, yeah)
Forgiveness (ah, yeah)
Forgiveness (oh)
Forgiveness
Even if you don’t love me anymore
Forgiveness (oh)
Forgiveness (yeah)
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness…
Don Henley
I got the call today, I didn’t want to hear
But I knew that it would come
Old, true friend of ours was talking on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck, and the struggles we went through
How I lost me, and you lost you
What are these voices outside love’s open door
Make us throw off our contentment and beg for something more?
But I’m learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I’m learning again
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore
Oh, these times are so uncertain
There’s a yearning undefined
People filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
Oh, the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They’re the very things we kill, I guess
Oh, pride and competition
Cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
You know it doesn’t keep me warm
I’m learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I’d figured out, I have to learn again
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But everything changes and my friends seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore
There are people in your life who’ve come and gone
They let you down
You know, they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you, baby
’Cause life goes on
You keep carrying that anger, it’ll eat you up inside, baby
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak and the ashes will scatter
So I’m thinking about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me
Forgiveness (yeah)
Forgiveness (baby)
Forgiveness (oh, yeah)
Forgiveness (ah, yeah)
Forgiveness (oh)
Forgiveness
Even if you don’t love me anymore
Forgiveness (oh)
Forgiveness (yeah)
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness…