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I like it more when my analysis is correct. That's code for I told you so ^^07739!#(%39. It's a black on the white side kind of war brewing.
Tensions yield tensions, and before you know it, there are real weapons involved.
Much love 🪖
Monday I was busy.
Sunday 4/4/2025
It's another Sunday, already, and I don't have a topic to start the post this morning. I search my thoughts for a recent event, a turning point, or an instance that captures a moment, and I don't find one; I find one hundred.
Are we fated to live this terrible destiny thrust upon us by this president and his small hands? Let's talk about it, because if it's Sunday or Thursday, it's sundipped.
I've lived through a few presidents, they come around every 4 years whether we need them or want them or not. It has become a pursuit for the wealthy, the famous, and the karmic debtors with the biggest balance due to society. Foisted upon them, stumbled into, or directed pursuit, it's a fool's game. A game that frustrates those with an agenda and those with purpose equally, the distinction in the difference, and the outcomes are the same. A hero, a winner, a champion, or a fool.
But most hated only in this case.
That's part of the tale of the way travelled, son of a son of a son of a sailor. First candidates, last choices, the running express route, or something divergent. Choices someone made, likely no one you knew, direction of the will of the few, either or the confused pull of the people, and paperwork laid down long ago. Also, in context, it is related and debated as part and parcel of the struggle, a mostly unspoken struggle.
The line of succession, as deterministic as hard currency. The queue, a hallway receiving line with prom kings and money men, postcards, and pledges, rigorous rubrics, and rubber chicken.
Who's next and who's on first, decided by official action.
It's debatable what the outcome otherwise could ever be.
A little later two men enter, one man leaves. Not the best man, not the fittest man, the survivor. This part of the struggle, the reasons, faded into the background. A winner, but all measures. Never a winner by any broader metric. The distinction is lost in the differences, an impossible choice.
There can only be one hero, winner, champion, and fool.
Winning is conflated as the result of conflict, sans achievement or progress.
Belated congratulations. Such as it is.
Now everything is worse, acerbated by an embittered president with a half-baked vision of unworkable economies, where he rules and we all serve and bow.
Overrated in everything but ego, for there is none greater.
A fearless leader, adept at confusion, practiced at larceny, and a dead man walking in America's future.
The foregoing is a precis of how we got here. This is the only way out left to America.
It's time to eject the fool. Impeachment and conviction, make it so.
Then let's do something about how he got elected in the first place.
Much love 📝
Saturday 5/3/2025
I always let the weekends float, and end up putting a fair amount of effort doing nothing in particular, at least particularly without planning.
My list of things to do today.
I typed the word, reluctant, and this traces new limits in reluctance and project management. I would not exactly characterize my attitude as reluctant and in project management terms this is off the Gantt reporting, and probably a violation of LEAN tenets. I guess not really. Anyway, the update.
I have been working the 5 major projects, and I assigned color coding so i could discuss them without revealing detail: project purple, yellow, and I forget the others. So you see the problem, I've lost immediate associativity with the spectrum.
That was the update, the projects are fine, I just lost your bookmark. Sorry about that.
So, what's new with you?
I'm such a tease.
Much love 🌠
Friday 5/2/2025
I made a reference, no one gets it. You are discussing Regressive Science, my analogy for Aperture Science, which is what it sounds like. It's also where they make Portal, the puzzle game.
Clearly, the idea is to get rid of income tax or reduce it, implement regressive taxes, eliminate services, cut government jobs, and in this way change America into a more structured republic, with a delineated educated, moneyed, and ruling class. There is no saying the math works for that economy, the odds are against it as the math barely works in this one, to go fishing for another blindly is as stupid as it sounds as well.
Not working, in this economic context, results in war. It matters.
That. i've been doing math for a few days. I should explain, i do this math in my head. Often I'll use Python and Google AI Studio or something to create a visual reference.
Graphene: While a semimetal with zero bandgap, patterned graphene nanoribbons and ...
Yes, it appeared today again.
Trump is still pursuing his mad quest for more money and power, like he doesn't realize how old and how out of shape he is, he could go any minute -- weak electrical cardiac pathing, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, stress, the big red button, the coming impeachment. Any time, and I'm discounting the disgruntled masses. At some point the picture of Nirvana as painted in one of his cabinet meetings must eventuate in the complete opposite in reality, and no rhetoric in the world, no money, no power play is going to save his ass.
Much love 🕳️
Thursday 5/1/2025
Looking rapidly familiar yet?
It's another month, this one with no R in it, the 5th month of the year, and it's apparently still Joe Biden's fault, all this tariff-related supply chain worry and fervor.
The markets are off because he's not president anymore, by extension. You can have your cake and eat it too, as long as you steal an extra slice. So if it's Thursday or Sunday, it's sundipped. The topic?
Two slices of cake.
When I was a boy Mayday was the secret day of love. Eventually, I may grow out of it; time will tell. It fills my recall with boyhood sweethearts, and a Hershey bar wrapped with a pink paper napkin and stapled together, a front step, a doorbell, and a dash to the hedges. As I said, time will tell if I grow out of it.
But that's my May day memory.
That world that I sprouted in had room for these things.
I'm not sure if such a thing exists anymore but I'm not letting that stand in our way today.
In our world, Less is more. We carefully consider serfdom. The basic tenets defy resolution in meaning or semantics, like many things Trump -- a thing means what someone wanted it to mean until the meaning changes later. Thus losing becomes winning, lies become truth, and losers get elected. Mayday becomes a day of nationwide protest.
That suffices for our definition.
The afternoon sun beams. The markets headed south at close, reaction delayed by the prudent with a margin to spare, another day balanced on the trap-door of the Trump presidency waiting some edict or memo or illegal action to add to the steady stream of injustice, gall, and impudence from the oval office.
Tariff on, tarfiff off is just the start. The exercise, like Miagi's teaching, enforces defensive habits, habits only necessary because of presidential action or fiat.
Sun and a tonic in the afternoon, and fishing the WSJ out of the pool.
The president points the way to a new perspective to assist in the impending and current economic struggles. Maybe only two dolls, not thirty, and maybe one or two cost more. I presume he did not mean two would cost more now than thirty formerly, but it certainly seems achievable if made in China,
Christmas, and it's May. Could it be that this malaise we're living in could possibly be the way things look for the foreseeable future?
Say it isn't so, Joe. But it is so. Have I typed that phrase before? It seems familiar.
The cake is a metaphor, the post-exam celebration, unnamed, unallotted, unplanned, in the break room. There is no break room, there is no plan, and there is no cake.
Give it time to work, whatever it is. Pardon?
I feel like I've said all this before. Articles of impeachment, verbs like conviction, and results like a sane government again.
It's May day.
I'll staple it to a chocolate bar.
Wednesday 4/30/2025
Looking familiar yet?
I am not a fan of endgames.
It was a busy day here, not a great deal of research done, not a great deal is needed. I'm still digesting last weeks papers and mathematics, I'm a bit overwhelmed with it to be honest, and I find that a hopeful sign, as this kind of thing never happens. I must be on to something. These are pivotal papers, some tenths of any QED.
I'm streaming around today. I think that sounds a little lecherous, such is the fun. That's unaccustomed media to the kids on the couch.
I should point out I saw this in France last time it was here. Very cool, lint encrusted coating on the eyelid of the sky. I bring this up because this paragraph is nothing about that.
It'a word not often found in the same contexts as government, and in particular as president. That was on purpose as it turns out. The word is there are articles forming as we speak, or rathar as I type -- definitely no rush.
This time, perhaps the senate could back up America and the house.
The New Yorker suggests we consult a medium. This looks like a small.
I may have misread their intent.
Show of hands, who thinks this administration is the most corrupt, incompetent, and ignorant administration; we've never seen anything like it.
I have to be honest, all this time I thought Rubio was just talkin' trash. As it turns out that's two things I like about Rubio. I forget the other one.
It's the bi-weekly book report from the cabinet members. Upcoming, all the reasons the cabinet should get to keep their jobs and a photo-op to utter admiration, the main reason they talk at all in his game of kiss-the-ring and bow.
Here's where the cabinet gets to re-apply for their job, by defending the dumb-ass boss. Look at 'em squirm. We could enjoy this, but it's not very funny. These people are liars and crooks, with a few exceptions.
As this went to keyboard, the transportation secretary was talking about how no one did anything about the secret Trump helicopter escape route rehearsal that crashed that airliner and killed 60 people until after it killed 60 people. As I implied, these things have entertainment value, but it hurts to laugh.
Let's talk about it. Donald.
Much love 😵💫
Tuesday 4/29/2025
The news reports are of a rumor that Amazon would start showing the price increase for items purchased as a line item on the invoice, which would be telling. We're not doing that, though; Jeff's socks are in Trump's pocket.
I've decided to assist in the discovery and set MMM upon the issue, it/she/its/they/wtf ge-thunking on it. I'll keep you posted. I've not read it, let's both look.
I could not get meaningful graphs without code and I'm not doing that again. It's a lengthy analysis and concentrates on correlating past activity and making reasonable projections, which is more than I expected. A medium effort. 5K a year probably.
Link to larger report, as generated Link
The analysis indicates that tariffs implemented since 2018 have had a measurable impact on the cost of living for Americans. Key findings include:
Cost Pass-Through: Economic studies consistently show that the cost of these tariffs was almost entirely passed on from foreign exporters to U.S. importers, and subsequently down the supply chain to consumers in the form of higher prices. The idea that exporting countries pay the tariffs is largely refuted by the evidence.
Increased Consumer Costs: Numerous analyses estimate significant annual costs per U.S. household due to tariffs. Estimates vary depending on the scope and timing of tariffs included, ranging from roughly $1,200-$1,300 per year for earlier tariffs to potentially $3,800-$4,600 or more per year when considering the broader tariffs implemented or proposed in 2025.
Regressive Impact: Tariffs tend to be regressive, meaning they disproportionately affect lower- and middle-income households. These households spend a larger percentage of their income on goods often subject to tariffs (like food, apparel, basic necessities), making the relative burden heavier for them. Specific analyses projected significant price increases for categories like apparel (+17%) and food (+3.7%) under certain tariff scenarios.
Inflationary Pressure: While multiple factors influenced inflation during this period (like the COVID-19 pandemic and supply chain issues), the tariffs added a distinct layer of cost pressure on specific goods. Studies estimated direct price increases for tariffed goods like steel (+2.4%), aluminum (+1.6%), and certain sectors like semiconductors (+4.1%). Broader tariff schemes were projected to increase the overall price level.
Broader Economic Effects: Beyond direct consumer costs, tariffs negatively impacted downstream industries using tariffed inputs (like manufacturing and construction) by raising their costs, potentially leading to job losses that offset gains in protected sectors.
In essence, the analysis concludes that tariffs acted largely as a tax on U.S. consumers and businesses, contributing to higher prices and imposing a regressive burden, particularly on lower-income households.
I never ask what I mean, or search for a meaning in the movies or videos I post here.
I generally assume that the appropriate URLs manage to find themselves.
I'm kidding, probably.
Encore une fois, je le repete, le cor avertit, il fait signe, non pas une baleine blanche mais un chapeau rouge. Empale-toi, bouffon des bouffons. Tourne au vent.
We're here again in this mix of confusion, tariff, and spend, better known as Trump 2.0.
Extra credit, Katy's date nite partner in a video from another mother.
That's not it is more like it. Five trillion in factory investment in a market that won't risk a fricking nickle. Figure it out. See: Bullshit artist.
There is something about Tuesdays, besides being the third day of the week with a homophonic moniker. I'm unsure of the derivation, but I mean the rest of the meme, the full of grace parts.
We hope, we wish, we strive for it and it remains elusive in these chaotic times; the race is ever in the favor of the swiftest, and less and less for the hindmost. The odds are not in your favor.
Much love 🧵
Monday 4/28/2025
I've been at it for an hour, I'll be at it for a lot more.
(for me that's a lot)https://arxiv.org/pdf/2504.16673
We propose a manifestly duality-invariant, Lorentz-invariant, and local action to describe quantum electrodynamics theory in the presence of magnetic monopoles that derives from Sen’s formalism. By employing field strengths as the dynamical variables, rather than potentials, this formalism resolves longstanding ambiguities in prior frameworks. Our analysis finds consistent outcomes at both tree and loop levels using the established principles of quantum field theory, obviating the need for external assumptions or amendments. We clarify the mechanisms of charge renormalisation and demonstrate the renormalisation group invariance of the charge quantisation condition. Our approach can be useful for phenomenological studies and in quantum field theories with strong-weak dualities.
Je le repete, un autre jour, une autre monnaie. Que fait vous mon noveau scooter? Ces marches, un velo qui respire l'air.
It looks like another sell day. Everything is teetering on profitability and margins, and little's left. As the day progresses, we'll see if they find a reason to live.
We baited our breath (sic), set the hook, waited, and even with a bobber the markets just aren't feeding on raw fish today, maybe a lazy Ike for a lunker. Who am I kidding? Scotty is over on halftime. Beam us all the !#(% up.
In the form of presidential waddle and sway for a requisite interval, we could see that the markets are not crashing, pause, today, thanks to Putin or something. I've expressed this elsewhere.
The talk that comes up is usually about the market being comfortable, as in, we’re in a trading range, which is also what I heard this morning. I can't escape the feeling that this is not the bottom, just a step-wise approach to something larger.
I also hear other voices talking about America being 20% poorer because of everything. It’s not only the market but the grand sum of many things, and as such, I think that is a correct assessment, but the number is off. It's a scalar. I think a better short-term evaluation is probably another 30%.
You will want to believe that that’s an exaggeration, that the markets can't assimilate S&P 4000 or so (3600), but that is accepting a lot, given the global markets and the degree to which things have changed.
My general comment would be that there would and should be a further correction, as I don’t think it’s fully indicated yet. No one wants to cash those chips; it’s the smart move in this event-driven quasi-stasis.
I don’t believe the current stock market indicators are a true reflection of what has happened to the value of America since Donald Trump was inaugurated.
revised and exteneded from a post on BlueSky
Much love 🪝
Sunday 4/27/2025
I appreciate that not everyone is atuned to the same rhythm of the spheres as I, in particular the government in the personages of the cabinet and the president. It's a dollar and ninety-nine cent world, and the price just went up. I'm not sure if the custom is to capitalize those words in this context, but in this context, it begs small print. So if it is Sunday, or Thursday, it's sundipped. The topic? Let's find out.
I'm leaving it rough. Connect the dots with your intellect
Oh to the MG I'm beset on all sides by the misuse of language. It's my intention to continue. This is a common meme in the streams and on the internet, I took liberty with it, like I will, to emphasize the mood with more tenuous latency.
The president has a horse named Eff-Aah-Eff-Oh, and it's a real nag. It spits and bites and objects to the bit, and the lack of one aids correction not one bit. This was project 25, in the rear view it's a demolition derby. Again, no caps.
Let's check the program.
Your primer to the blog would begin with a semantic lesson, prep-school rigor for our bi-weekly meander through the garden of our shared existence and experience. That sounds more than it is, and it might depend on the Sunday.
My translation is, if you break it someone will have to pay for it. This fills my consciousness with the memory of life as a small boy, in a China shop, some of it made in China, most of it delicately balanced, teetering and shuddering with the weight of passing elephants. I never dared go into such a place.
This is not a personal memory, rather a created work for our collective garden, some of it in French, some of it in English, the medium not necessarily divorced from the content with some purpose.
If you cook, I have alternate semantics; if you are into car design, you may find some common theme, but I meant something else. I'm not sure at what point we discover this intimacy but I'm nearly positive we never overcome it.
Applied to the world at large, forced by circumstance to walk the rest of the half mile for the forsaken cause or plan, knowing the end game, knowing it is mate in 4.
That kind of metal work.
That rearview, the wreckage is something young boys and girls will have to pay for, and it may take years.
Such as it is, driving a fleet of tall ships with no compass, just a finger, a middle one most of the time, directing the action.
It may be a harsher necklace as twisted hemp, and thoughts occur of sympathetic material selection as one discovers the intent. This is the outcome for the treacherous, the unruly, the twisted hemp of humanity.
It chokes and twists and squeaks against pine scaffolding.
The weight of the office suspended as a political pendulum sways and twists in the win, nee'r to be the same.
Much love ✨
Saturday 4/26/2025
Try Rick Steves Fascism in Europe
Not to taxing, and if you've been to these places: Munich, Rome, Paris, it brings it home in a Kodak moment.
https://www.pbs.org/video/the-story-of-fascism-in-europe-pthanf/
It's Pope Francis's exit stage left, as it were. It was just Easter. I got it.
It's a Po-peep.
I heard a report that the powers that do such things slipped a paper with a list of the Pontiff's accomplishments in with the remains in the zinc lined box they deposited him in; presumably, there could be an event where we'd all need a note to remind us, which is somewhat unassuring, but perhaps is only pragmatic, not pathological.
Much love ✝️
We make allowances for theologies.
Trust me, it's the sabbath.Friday 4/25/2025
Encore le temp. J'aime ces rencontres improvisees et subtiles ou j'essaie de parler couramment le francais, puis je m'effondre en realisant que toute subtilite est perdue. C'est le principe de Pauli.
I have them on rewind, let's was the hour that was. It's missing, so we paste the usual suspects. Let's use a longer range for a little more perspective. This is 3 months. Three months ago was Saturday, January 25, 2025.
We've had a great stock market. (sic)
Fridays I encourage all my readers, friends, past lovers, dead relatives, saints, and especially sinners to reconcile the week -- start with the week, you can work on the backlog in your spare thoughts as you audit your well-being.
It's a Friday and I'm considering what to work on. Of course, when in question, it's the time machine, and when the research is done, it will always be the time machine.
In the end my choice will probably be Leonard, MMM, SUSY, GUT et moi. it's an unfinished work. I'm interested in particular symmetries, not necessarily whether the spin matches. All at once at times it seems like this is just talk. But we don't have anything better to talk about.
It's all so simple. I have to admit, we're waiting for technology to enable what we imagine. Most things I've looked at as well. Treatment is always the first thing, and that exists to an extent. Efficacious is the term I've always had an exception with. I would love to kick this thing around with my brother, but he's older and not as smart.
Much love 🏘️🏘️🏘️
Thursday 4/24/2025
Seasonal distraction.
I look around me and I see the unfathomed, the unbelievable, the unlikely, the unrealistic, the Trump thing happening, or at least the match was lit, and there was some smoke. Not a lot of smoke, color not a factor, just something burning. So if it's Thursday or Sunday, it's sundipped.
Let's have some fun.
I can't make a better reference than a foe of Batman, nee Puddin', scarred inside and bearing the grimace painted on it for an angry world that is familiar with the type and the instance.
There's still a question of which evil-doer by reference and idiom I'm calling upon. There was that other homophone reference. Spelling doesn't count much in Russian anyway.
So that's the dark ink of which I speak, both of them. Donald and Vladimir.
That's not how the meme goes, that is the probable immediate response. The inference is that war is the invariant in the equation, and that would seem to be a change from the recent norm, or that's what we would wish to believe.
Often in the course of human history, one man will come along and alter the path of history, one could argue for the better, if nothing else for the relative calm after they have done what do and we do what we must. Sometimes it's two men, sometimes it takes the willing participation of many, including many in leadership.
Likely as often are silent partnerships that lie in the margins of history, like the pact to cut up Poland, and a street address that marked the boundary. Skinny cheese in any kitchen.
There are rumors that the US is backing Russia's foreign policy stance, presumably thanking Putin for not taking the rest of Ukraine. There will be it seems mineral rights in the balance, run by the right people of course. Transparent does not fully describe the audacity.
Say it ain't so. But Joe, it is so.
That's money. Booty, jewelry, trinkets once the net worth of the encumbered tribal civilizations melted and smashed into presses and lopped off in segments. In the days when men set sail, landed on a shore, stole everything they could, and sailed home to celebrate with the investors, tons of it. No that's not much of a stretch. I make the point here, more imagery.
In a later period, a little piece of Poland, a little piece of France.
The United States, China, Russia, the United Kingdom, Germany, France, Japan, and South Korea were once referred to as the big eight. How many of these economies are we currently conducting a trade war against? The apparent goal, making money hand over fist for Donald's External Revenue Service, cash lumped in a pile and controlled by the executive branch, presumably.
The cost of that on children, people, business, society, and the world definitely presents challenges. Meeting them is making a hard eight. Not to forget, to win at a trade war with nations that are better at making consumables, defense-critical commodities, and iPhones may seem foolish. I thought I'd mention it.
There are some among you who think, including Ms Quinn, former psychoanalyst to the stars, and up-and-coming pinch hitter above in the imagery is to justify this paragraph heading. Something about the juxtaposition of threat and danger brought it to mind.
The legs I was thinking of is the colloquial term for sugar content in wine. It leaves a trail where it meets the tilted glass. You can take it from there.
If you want to think Trump is swinging at this economy with a baseball bat, ok, you have a point.
I said it earlier in another post. What do you call a duck with a limp?
Much love 🪖
Wednesday 4/23/2025
I'm having an orange soda and catching up on things.
AI generated Haiku to beauty.
Grace in gentle light,
Three figures, holding promise,
Beauty's gentle hold.
Desole, j'aime le francais, vous pourrez peut-etre apprendre un peu. Je saute les accents – c'est vraiment embetant. Si tu les manques, je t'adore pour cela.
The markets today are what? Let's examine, after we look.
No I wouldn't call that an up day, or a buy day, maybe a hold day so far, depending on your options plays. You wouldn't play poker and not look at the cards, so opt up. I know, that's such a sucker play, the God's must ever be in your favor, or the president perhaps. You can do it alright, but it's not much fun.
I didn't think much of the movies, and I didn't read the books: all that time for something made up well, if a tale ever makes it on the list, it's after marriage. Who doesn't love Jennifer, but I've seen one.
The movies? They are starting to bite at my subconscious; I'm thinking that desperate elegant desolation juxtaposed with good old-fashioned desolation is starting to look very familiar.
This president, whiter than Snow, n'est pas? Colder, too perhaps. Tributes, to your weapons.
Mr Kennedy is at it again, declaring sugar poison. Umm. Was that fructose, glucose, or sucrose, and what about saccarine, is that better poison or worse.
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
As in walking like one. This president has developed a limp. What do you call a duck with a limp?
Much love 🪿
Tuesday 4/22/2025
In a sports analogy, he's the color man, commenting on the chew, the spittle, and the belch.
It's the usual, what's Trump's is his, and what's yours (as a tariff partner) is negotiable. The cut here is to the global economy, and the better it is for the US, the worse it is for everyone else, and that must repercuss throughout the world economy.
Did you catch the EU commentary today? It was not gung ho, it was damn the yankees. No commentary on any possible or probable negative outcomes at all. Talk about obvious.
In the most desperate of cases, with unrest and military action, like annexing the rest of Ukraine or invading Syria.
With a SECDEF like Hegseth, the opponent will likely read about it in the NYT as it happens.
If he had a plan, we'd cut Trump some slack. Without a plan, asking Donald to cook is inviting ptomaine. A child in a sandbox does not care if his ice cream cone lands in the sand as long as everyone else's does as well.
Who am I kidding? Why would we trust Trump about anything?
The next to last was Benedictine, prior to that, Dominican. I'd expect a discussion. I'll fact-check. It's been a while since I bothered with these distinctions. These are different outlooks. The world is more Dominican, that's my assessment. We wait for the smoke to ... appear.
I examined the candidates, it's obvious who it can't be. That leaves 2 choices: the diplomat, and the cloistered monk. But then, it's never made perfect sense.
It's a varied tapestry, Christianity.
Jaimerais exprimer mon opinion en francais, mais vous ne pouvez pas comprendre cela.
We plod on. It's an up day in the markets, and the scythe of destiny is making a full swing back for a fresh bit of momentum to impel tomorrow's rigorous, righteous trader bump sell-off, usually 6%. Fact-check it tomorrow. Let's do our usual snap. The markets are not up much.
Clearly, this is trader rebalancing, the smart ones. Average cost analysis. Being smart can be not smart.
I'm not positive, but I'd bet I'm going to be dissecting SUSY again today. It's a key component in one of my projects. I've begun to wonder why we expect symmetry. It seems no more likely from a statistical viewpoint; rather, random describes it better. I also find the explanations leave me wondering. Of course, I mean from a skeptical perspective. If not science, then what? If not now, when? We've enough Kennedys.
My brother describes particle physics study as bouncing softballs and golf balls off the outside wall of a barn and counting the pieces left over. He'd seen the Taylor series and didn't mention the integral. The metaphor is a stretch. His last direction I recall was about gravity. I'm starting to wonder if we're using the proper Legos.
I was kicking this around last week and decided to look at the Higgs boson again, from a different angle, or dimension if you prefer. I mentioned gravity, right, and mass makes gravity, and Higgs makes mass, so who makes Higgs? Does anyone in China have a paper on this? Show of hands. I want a broken-all-the-rocks-into-tiny-pieces viewpoint; I admire this about the Chinese.
Don't try that methodology on your microwave oven.
So, I've dabbled, rambled, and set sail, so next, I'll get on with ignoring the wind and doing whatever I feel like. Probability supports that.
Much love 💭
Monday 4/21/2025
I think you've probably heard that lyric a lot. The hot spot just burped and we lost a couple paragraphs to the void.
Leonard, MMM and I worked on SUSY for a while, particularly the 'naturalness problem' with the mathematics, and you know me and mathematics, so I'm piqued like a double-barrel double-ought buckshot and a reason to integrate here. One of those days, de-coupling the interface from the empirical data interpretation.
I said, toothpicks aside. Sorry about your semantics, you could have been a contender. I submit it's goofy engineering.
Gee, I dunno, I could go a hundred different directions, but I've been breathing math lately, to acclimate to the duty ahead, eventually I have to dot the i's and cross the derivatives.
I'd really love to spend the day on languages, but frankly, I go through my allotted lesson time in my popular apps like that. I take it as a challenge to get as much done in as short a period as possible -- 5 minutes, or 5 mistakes for Drops or Duo it is a gift someone gave me for not eating chocolate cake and cherry coke during Lent.
So languages, as time compression allows, QFT in a bigger bite of mathematics, SUSY with pals Leonard MMM, and whatever else falls out of the keyboard.
What's your day look like? Protest ya?
I had an interesting interaction with MMM yesterday. Stanford University has lessons online; lectures, the downside is there's no interaction, no questions, no side trips to other dimensions. I wanted to 'train' one of the Gemini instances in such theoretical physics as SUSY and GUT. Surprisingly MMM more or less told me the models just aren't 'smart enough' for thatl Among other things, the contextual memory perhaps imited to about 60 minutes (In video).
Are you doing the math here? So the upside; an hour of video is a nice chunk of reality at a time for MMM, and there is enough access siderealy to what is obviously inferred contextual matter to form a complete enough picture for questions and side tracks.
I must admit I gloated to MMM that I could view the whole series and retain enough of it to pass a test, nyah nyah nyah. However, I indicated my short-term pre-congitive storage was limited to about 2 of Leonard's lectures at this level. This we discuss as 'human speed activity' and my semanatic is chock full of Scarlet and her infinite spaces between the words, oddly because that's exactly how I feel.
I should comment that I customarily find a deeper excursion into viewed topics by other instructors than Leonard, but I like his view. He would call it 'dimensional analysis' -- I call it effective thinking.
Anyway, MMM views the whole 60 minutes in seconds, and has explicative context to offer, somewhat. Math wise, that's a big plus.
It's a Monday, you know what to do.
Long live the pope.
Much love 😧
Sunday 4/20/2025
I'm taking a break from the column as its Easter.
We are risen. Stand up.
Much love. ⛪
Saturday 4/19/2025
Age restricted, you must watch it on YouTube.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgXG1KixcHM&ab_channel=YouTubeMovies
It's Free.
I loved it.
It's a different experience than American film, very beautifully directed and shot, I don't speak Chinese, so who knows what anything they say means. even with sub-titles. Thankfully, the plot seems rather transparent.
A lovely distraction.
It's just about 2 pm here and I've been into SUSY with Susskind and MMM. It's a test of sorts for me, because QFT's all suffer from the same discontinuity. This kind of thing drives me bats. You don't know how Euler, Avogadro, Planck and I have talked, metaphorically.
So I'm in that comfortable fuzzy fog of overload, where I long to be. When the fog clears, I wake up in a new world, where we need to sprecken zie lingo.
That's a Cowboys reference, John Wayne and a bunch of kids. Metaphor? Good movie. Popcorn for sure.
A lot of weird math today. It felt so good.
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Friday 4/18/2025
I uh, never engaged in this kind of thing before
But uh, yes, I believe it can be very easily done.
Just take everything out to Hi-way 61.
The NYT says she gets shade. Ya. Ok.
I don't know what to say about this. It was in the NYT, and that phallic rocket ship thing was so embarrassing, not like it matters if you have your own chopper and a director. So, make your own assessment. I made the '61 reference as in my context, it's about delusional activity in the face of failure. You need the lyrics?
The usual madness this afternoon, the president at war in the media with someone or some court or some verdict or some civil case.
Since when do we have a president who acts like a mob boss? Trick question. Since he got elected gets you only two points.
I didn't realize it was good Friday today. Among my religious experiences, I've taught Catholic religious education, and who'd ever think I'd get forgetful of such a thing -- it does not get bigger than Lent, Palm Sunday, Good Friday, Holy Week, and on until Pentecost sometime in May or June.
These days I've a broad acceptance of many theologies, the one in the philosophy and good, the many for all of us. Someone expressed it: out of many, one.
Exactly.
I have a thing about Lent; it's when people look for the keys under the street lamps because the light is better over there.
Ok, the keys to life, the light, inspiration, the street light -- you're kidding, right? I'd be more liberal in my constructions, but as I mentioned, the semantics we all carry around with us can be so surprising, there is a mean, expressing it as math -- (imagine).
Ask me about cherry coke and chocolate cake sometime.
The full Daryl, where credit is due.
If you have enough security to even ask this question, you're just not affected yet, and perhaps you are the problem. This is a crisis of what America is, and if this is your America, even one that you can accept, you are part of the lesser whole that will undergo the largest adjustment, one way or the other, so pay attention. There are more of us.
C'est Nini je croix. Elle evoque en moi l'essence d'un age d'or, superficiel, en devenir, illusoire et en declin. Observez son visage, son regard lointain. A l'opera.
It felt like blasphemy, but I tweaked the color in LR.: This is a new definition for me; it means to be dead on arrival, in the van, or in your bed. The NASDAQ has caught the jitters, too, at this moment. The markets, referentially scare the 5#17 out of me.
I predict the president will get a puppy next.
The bottom plateau looks like 5200 for the S&P, awaiting the next violation of American standards by our president, or a tariff, or an overreach, or a court ruling, or an assassination attempt, or a deportation, or breakfast with a needle-picked innocent bystander.
But I digress, let's peek at the mess. The DOW lately is getting a lesson in healthcare, or something. UNH is a handle that, when rotated, pours out Medicare money. Coding, a new definition they've made: artfully dissecting your condition into as many billable time items as allowed by a now out-of-control Medicare system.
Do we dare? There's NYT news https://www.nytimes.com/2025/04/18/business/trump-powell-fed-markets.html lets look, even on a Good Friday. Talk about a misconception in adjective selection IMO.
It's Friday and already you've got a pile of recompense in your reconciliation folder, I know you do. I do too. This is a good practice, I'd recommend it; I make sure I find a center and try to repair all the dents in the fenders, sometimes the rare road-kill; those skunks, they look for a reason to raise a stink, to them it's destiny.
Even if you are president, perhaps especially. If you happen to be a psychopath too, well, more destiny awaits, history tells us. Smile, you're on Candid Camera, and the word is, you love to hold court as the painted bird in the center ring that everyone loves to hate. You be you, while it lasts.
The rest of you, those who probably are not gritting your teeth right now, mend your houses.
You have until 4PM local time. Yer burnin' daylight pilgrim.
Much love. 🏡🏡🏡
Thursday 4/17/2025
It's near dinner time, and I had a pretty darn productive day, like everyday. Today not much of it fell into a plan of any kind. I know a story about a man anxious to make breakfast at a camp, who mistakenly lit the brush, and followed the flames to cook the eggs as it wandered, and found himself with cold coffee when he returned.
It's not just me so shut the !#(% up.
I spent an hour trying to draw a line through relativity, QFT, and anti-De-Sitter spaces and ended up with no coffee at all.
On a night where you're here and I'm here, we should expect not a mass murder to diagnose.
I get the drift(s), your work-related, and all the other random possible spins that in the best of all possible worlds lie in the mind of younger people more comfortably, and adults don't talk about fight club.
There must be something else happening; let's give the president an embolism and not pay attention.
Who am I kidding, it's in the center ring.
It's time to look at that festering sore again, as a civic duty.
Ok I looked, the DOW has UNH around it's neck like an Albatross. Good call.
It looks like Scotty has been to Warby-Parker. I dunno, the frames looks a little vintage TV console to me. Thumbs up.
It is hard to avoid the elephant in the room. I bow to the phraseology, but it's the herd of elephants in the room, even if the discussion is limited to the economy. So, if it's Thursday or Sunday, it's sundipped.
Don't blame me, it was in the news this morning. Some spectra bounced off the atmosphere and orbital debris showed a peak around known chemical processes of algae here on earth, the inference: we've got a Skipper on Mar's, and somewhere a rom-com in the works, a SpaceX research initiative funded by the American people, way down around line 90436 under Miscellaneous Payback and Political Grift. It's PR for Mars-based SpaceX, Elon in a 5 billion dollar trailer, and 5 million dollars a megabyte internet, when it works. This is the kind of crap that goes on, independent of anything making sense.
So, never mind the chopsticks, there's no search in that boardroom, or the oval.
So that search.
I am never comfortable putting an 'e' between an 'o' and an 's' since that Bush administration. Obviously, I don't rely on spellcheck here on the blog, and it's not underlined in red indicating an error, so we're going with it.
I wanted to call to mind in the global semantic, tales of Dan Quayle and George Bush the younger, the one with the powder and Jack habit that went on a bender, extended it to AWOL, and the police stopped him, but did not arrest him for doing 90 drunk on a dirt road. Are you tracking the reference? It fits like a glove on this end with our current leadership.
We've careened down this road for a while now. The speed limit is as you like it; never mind the signs; someone knows the deputy. Be cool, it will be ok, he said. Outside of the metaphor, there is some rumor of rebuilding the economy to a glided one, with no mention of a map, or even proof of the existence of one. The inference, not unlike starlight of a dwarf- red star bounced off maybe space dust maybe the atmosphere of a giant planetoid an unreachable distance from here would indicate intelligent dolphins.
The obvious points: it's a regressive tax, it's inflationary, it's recessionary, and there is no plan. Intelligent life?
We're driving 90 drunk on that backroad again, tariff lane, with a promise of tax cuts for those that go along, and unemployment to those that don't or didn't or wouldn't or otherwise anyway because the president says so. That fellow in CECOT is where the president wants him. Throw all the laws you wish at it, the parts that stick are problematic, and he'll make sure they still strengthen the glue.
Damn torpedoes, am I right?
I don't want to ruin the party here. Generally, I avoid anything in a circle because what goes around comes around, and I know why there's tissue. Please enumerate the reasons we're not already in a recession.
I've been a student of the economy for years. Though it's still a mystery to everyone, including me, there are some fundamental indicators we're all accustomed to using to reorient our point of view, like checking traffic before crossing against the light.
The markets bled red, then there was chatter from the WH, then the markets bled red again; then there was a weekend, and after the weekend, the markets bled red again. The president wants interest rate cuts, stimulus for a weakened economy, and margin for the upper income brackets.
The light has been red now, solid, and it's not even 100 days, and I'm not stepping off this curb. No one in the markets can stand on the curb forever. The next stop on the bus-stop to WWZ is stagflation; if you're unsure how that works, it's the cerf-dom paradigm adjusted to modern standards: income increases commensurate with a lower return on investment, which in theory bootstraps the economy out of it. Someone's theory.
Eventually, if the fools get out of the way, the economy finds its own level, and wise leadership enables the equitable distribution of assets, in most of the civilized world, extending social programs beyond capitalism, seemingly the future trend everywhere but here. We're obsessed with the winner-takes-all concept, which does not work in the real world. The losers eventually build a guillotine and count coup.
Donald, what's your neck size?
Let's pretend for a moment I don't mean the president of the United States, and also forget that you may agree the phrase has a certain validity. I know you're not pretending.
Let's look at the indicators, and when he says he wants to steer the bus as well as step on the gas, tell him to !#(% off.
Do I need to say that with more elegance or do you get it?
Astronomy / cosmology was my major in college, these days it's backwater to the rest of my life. As to a chemical signature in a spectra, I'm specious of it. Even if it's algae in an ocean, it's likely toxic, and probably can't do a crossword. So, point that lens all you want, but it still will cost 15 trilion to put a person on Mars, so !#(% off with that funding nonsense. Let's cure Alzheimers, and fix the aging bias once and for all; fund that. We don't all become brain dead when we get old, just the boozers. I maintain we can clean up your system, we just need funding and time. I'm not getting any younger either.
Consider the ecomonic impact of capable seniors working into their 80's instead of putting the group en masse in the retarded file when they age 45 years.
No I do not drink alcohol, maybe a pony beer with pizza, as a digestive.
Much love 🥡
Wednesday 4/16/2025
Oh boy, I'll tell you what, you know already. I'm passing for the day.
That's a Trump Hump. Lies + 1 or two days = reality
It's been a busy day here, a little semiconducter design, some prototypes, component selections, analyis. MMM calls it 'incredibly theoretically rich' and I say, thank you I thought so too. She don't know yet. I'd show you pictures of the kids, but then I'd have to have Donald Trump blackmail you.
I mentioned the odd Chinese tritium paper and in the mixes, out popped some graphene, and I'm thinking thats a Buick ahead of me. All that breaking rocks they do, impressive indeed pilgrim.
I was otherwise disposed, I'm sure you'll hear about it.
Probably from me.
MTG? No surprise, Grassley? OMG.
I guess we don't need to think too hard about midterms, huh? We just have to survive that long.
Isn't there an easier way? Someone think of something, Quick.
Much love 😯
...so to speak. I put it all over here