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Sunday, December 13, 2020

How to Entertain the Nation one Catastrophe at a Time

The only potentially interesting thing these days is that I've read that NASA is starting to create panic (yes, the politically correct expression is "caution", please replace according to your language sensitivity) linked to the potential of meteorites destroying habitable land to the size of an average US state [1]. 

[2]


So, I guess after we'd enough of pandemics (I'm literally dying from boredom), we'll get into the mode of avoiding Space danger (because astronomers also need to make money, biotechs are fine now - thank you to all who made contributions, due to fear or other more pragmatic reasons). But I guess it might take another 10 years to get to that new thing (sigh).

In 2000s we had terrorism, in 2010, we had market crash, now pandemic, 2030 might be a space attack.
(to give you more of history: 1990s were Iron Curtain collapse, 1970s - oil crises, in 1980 I was born, so I skip that one as an obvious event of the century; and before 1970 my memory of the history is not sufficient 😊).

And by the way, I'm gonna help NASA (as a good citizen):
"[a 20 m asteroid] has a .41% chance of hitting Earth. That means there is a 1 in 240 chance that it will make an impact or a 99.95% chance that it will miss Earth." [3].

Notice that's more than risk of dying from COVID (not that it's a fair comparison, for many reasons, don't ask...).

References:

[1] https://www.cnbc.com/2019/04/30/threat-to-earth-posed-by-meteors-must-be-taken-seriously-nasa-warns.html

[2] https://media-pi.fr/agora-pi/le-poing-de-feu/
[3] https://www.click2houston.com/news/local/2020/08/21/is-earth-really-in-danger-of-an-asteroid-impact-in-november-heres-what-we-know/

Monday, November 30, 2020

SC: Tout a commencé un beau jour

Je viens d'obtenir mon doctorat et je ne savais pas trop quoi faire. Je n'avais pas besoin de travailler, alors j'ai pu choisir. Cependant, j'ai hésité. Rempli de ces pensées, j'ai écrit à mon ami L. : "Je n'arrive pas à décider ce que je veux faire. Ou plutôt, dans quel ordre j'aimerais faire les choses. C'est vraiment gênant pour les gens de vivre de manière séquentielle - je pense que j'aime toutes les périodes de la vie, mais il serait beaucoup plus amusant de les mélanger, par exemple : aller à l'école pendant un mois, prendre sa retraite ensuite pendant un mois, se marier pendant un mois, avoir des enfants pendant un mois, et aller refaire tout cela, mais dans un ordre différent. ". Et L. répondit : "Fais-le". 

 Et je l'ai fait. Bien sûr, ce n'était pas une affaire d'un jour. J'ai planifié, expérimenté, échoué, encore et encore. J'ai étudié la physique quantique et la biologie, puis j'ai échoué encore plus parce que j'avais besoin de sources d'énergie économiques et renouvelables. J'ai étudié la physique des planètes et des étoiles. Finalement, la technologie était prête. 

L'idée principale était simple.Je créerai des copies de l'univers chaque fois que je sauterais dans une autre ligne d'espace-temps. Contrairement à la croyance conventionnelle, les copies s'unissent au bout d'un certain temps, et les souvenirs des personnes qui se trouvent dans les copies unies se mélangent pour créer une version bien adaptée à la majorité. Ainsi, chaque fois que je laisserai une copie, celle-ci gravitera vers la copie la plus proche pour se réunir. Et moi, en fait, je n'existerai que dans ma propre mémoire. 


Et je me suis préparée pour mon long voyage en écoutant la chanson: 

Nous on fait l'amour on vit la vie 
Jour après jour nuit après nuit
À quoi ça sert d'être sur la terre 
Si c'est pour faire nos vies à genoux
On sait que le temps c'est comme le vent 
De vivre y'a que ça d'important 
On se fout pas mal de la morale 
On sait bien qu'on fait pas de mal


Exactement: "À quoi ça sert d'être" si ce n'est de faire ce qu'on veut?

Saturday, November 28, 2020

This is how my Canadian story started:

(Shhhh...I just wanted to own a Canadian, don't tell anyone)

"In her radio show, Dr Laura Schlesinger said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22, and cannot be condoned under any circumstance.

The following response is an open letter to Dr. Laura, written by a US man, and posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as informative:

Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law.

I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can.

When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination ... End of debate.

I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God's Laws and how to follow them.

1. Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?

2. I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

3. I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15: 19-24. The problem is how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offence.

4. When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

5. I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself, or should I ask the police to do it?

6. A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination, Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this? Are there 'degrees' of abomination?

7. Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle-room here?

8. Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die?

9. I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

10. My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev.19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair, like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)

I know you have studied these things extensively and thus enjoy considerable expertise in such matters, so I'm confident you can help.

Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.

Your adoring fan.

James M. Kauffman, Ed.D. Professor Emeritus,

Dept. Of Curriculum, Instruction, and Special Education

University of Virginia

PS (It would be a damn shame if we couldn't own a Canadian)"

I AM NOT THE AUTHOR and I'm not sure if Prof. Kauffman is BUT I LOVE IT

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Sans consequances

Je suis dans le laboratoire. Du sang dans une boîte, des virus dans le congélateur, l'ordinateur qui traite les données. Les dernières minutes avant le coucher du soleil. Il est temps de rentrer à la maison. Je jette un dernier coup d'oeil à l'écran et, à ma grande surprise, les graphiques sont prêts. Je m'assois encore une fois. Ça a marché ? Le taux de détection est de 95%, l'écart type de 5%. Aussi bon que possible. Mon équipe va finir le reste. Je m'en vais.

Plus de raison de rentrer "chez moi", cet endroit que j'appelais chez moi n'est qu'une minute dans le continuum espace-temps de ma vie. Je quitte le bâtiment de la biotechnologie. Où est-ce que je veux aller ? Les possibilités sont illimitées, mais je continue à marcher devant. Il commence à pleuvoir. Je sens la pluie sur mes joues. Ou est-ce des larmes ? J'ai fait tout ce que je voulais dans cette vie, j'ai créé de la vie, des machines, des idées... et j'ai laissé le mérite aux autres. La pluie laissera le sol nourri, quelque part dans les éléments qui atteignent le sol seront mes larmes. Ma vie est...ma vie n'était que des larmes dans la pluie...

Chapitre 2. Tout a commencé un beau jour

...à suivre

Saturday, November 21, 2020

La vie en roses..;)

Parfois, la chose qui nous donne l'espoir n'est qu'une rose, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry avait raison, comme toujours:


Je dors sur des roses
Qui signent ma croix
La douleur s'impose
mais je n'ose pas
Effleurer les choses
Écloses sans toi
Oh! ma rose
Ne fane pas
je manque de toi
Dans mes nuits
Dans la pluie
Dans les rires
Dans le pire
De ma vie
(par quelqu'un autre)

Friday, November 20, 2020

It's Good to be Mad

[2016-04-27] Let's be honest, I wrote this more than 4 years ago and now I don't remember why and in what context. But evidence shows that over the past 4 years, I've done everything I could to eliminate any hint of normality in my life. Now, I'm fully ready to meet Zaphod Beeblebrox (or an alternative, I'm as un-picky as Trillian) and leave the boundaries of the solar system...

Athens and Dissertations

[2016-08-14] I am in Athens. I am writing my thesis. How awesome is this?
It is so ironic that I am sitting here thinking about values and virtues, 600m away from the prison of Socrates.
Eventually, I went to this prison and found a dead Socrates right there. Well, most probably just sleeping drunkard, not sure if his name was Socrates. But it's fairly close: someone drank some poison and passed out by Socrates' tomb.
It is so fantastic here, I just can't describe: the warmth of the sea, the feel of the sea salt on my skin, the wind, the white stones of buildings. How can one explain? It's happiness imprinted on Earth.

Literary Inheritance

[2016-11-04] I am living at the time when my favourite authors are dying: Gabriel Garica Marquez, Ray Bradbury, Arthur C. Clarke, Douglas Adams, to name a few (shown by Google search on the first page). I wonder if it is time to take up their craft? Isn't it how inheritance works? Current authors are writing inspired by previous generations of writers; every generation builds on some time interval that inspired them.
On the other hand, I had almost 40 years, in which my life overlapped with some of my favourite writers. It is interesting to think of it now. I remember those days in my childhood when I approached a bookshelf to pick up some "very old" book by some "ancient" author who was probably older than my parents...
My perception of time changed over this last year. I remember I was very motivated to get to some position in life urgently. The urgency came with the feeling that nothing else can be considered, every hindrance was to be fought off. Until I suddenly realised that I have arrived. Time to "settle" and look around...

Paris and Dissertations

[2016-sometime in November] Sitting in Paris. It's quite fun to work here. Actually, it is quite fun to be editing and summarizing.
Paris is miserably cold. I don't know how people wear summer sandals and tourists are in t-shirts. I am freezing in my winter jacket. Now, sitting in Paris, I think that I am not that much of a city girl - much to the contrast of my thinking back at Wits.
Let's just be honest: I'm comfortably uncomfortable in any situation...

Monday, November 16, 2020

Explosions

I am a captain in the hi-tech terrestrial transport unit at the Army. Today, I am taking my first leave as a fully qualified professional. Mike is going with me. He is the technical specialist. My feeling is he's planning to stay at that rank for the rest of his life due to the complete lack of the initiative.

I'm going to visit my dad, my only surviving family. He's looking after a small hangar for private aviation.

Mike and I are driving an old truck through dusty roads. We stop at the garage to get gas. Suddenly, something unexpected happens. The end of the road disappearing at the horizons suddenly shows a cloud of dust, which grows bigger moving in our direction. No more hangars, no more road, in a moment the landscape is transformed into a marsian desert where no sign of life is possible. But we are alive. It was planned...

We Need New Stories

Based on Habermas's observation that our individual human histories do not fit any more with the traditional expectations, we need new ideals disassociated with ethnic heritage and national identity. That is if we want life stories to fit in with the ideals of a good and meaningful life. I think most people still want traditional utopia as it relieves the pain of multiple options in life decisions.
I wanted to put forward an example of family structure but that is already boring. Let's consider work. When I was growing up, work was considered honorable. Those who worked were respected, those who did not want to work - were looked down upon. But do we still need so many people going to work every day? It creates a structure that supports state and social organization. But this organization is far from ideal (consider environmental degradation, wars, governmental corruption scandals as a hint to what I mean). Do we still want to be hard-working and rational?
I suggest to focus on robots :) 

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Donc, le français

Et voilà! Trois mois après avoir commencé d'étudier j'ai le niveau 5 (+) ou B1 et je me prépare maintenant à passer l'examen pour le niveau B2!!! Cependant, c'était très amusant, j'adorait chaque minute :) Aujourd'hui, j'écoute Joe Dassin (mon premier amour...bah, pas unique, mais qui compte?). Alors, c'est comme ça j'écoute: Joe: Et si tu n'existais pas - Moi: imparfait, négation.. Joe: Dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais? - Moi: impératif, conditionelle Vous voyez ? C'est très amusant :)

Sunday, May 31, 2020

Le Francais

Je besoin de pratiquer mon Francais. Je vais déménager a Canada en août. J'ai decide écrire les sujets pour l'expression part de la teste. Ainsi, le prochain article sera consacré à la randonnée de loisirs.

Monday, April 6, 2020

Random Followers

Imagine this world - the world without Bayesian probability. Everything happens and nothing is dependent. Chaos and the Spirit of God hovering over it. And then God said: let there be Bayesian probability. And things happened because of others (B|A). And then other things because of others (C|(B|A)) and so it went, centuries of centuries until no one could distinguish C as a posterior probability of B and A, and it all looked like [Z1,Z2...Zn] as a posterior of all the previous letters of the alphabet filling in the random chaos bit by bit. And it's so messy that it could even very likely look like C234 as a consequence of D123. And then, occasionally, some creature of this doubtful randomness appears and says that the world is random, when in reality it's composed of an impossibly large number of random (and distracted) followers of the initial state [insert a small-scale picture of an infinite chaos at this point to create more focused followers].

Thursday, March 12, 2020

Troubled side of the World: 1

Pamela was tired and annoyed. The interrogation was going on for hours now. The liberation front officer spoke broken English,  the room was hot and dusty with the rusty floor fan in the corner doing nothing  more than disturbing the fly, who was exploring the stain on the desk until the fan was turning to blow on it. Then the fly would take off , whizz busily above for 10 seconds and  then land back to continue exploration. 
- so, you don't know who whisked you from the crowd? - the officer asked again. 
Pamela was tired of giving the same answer. "Jesus Christ,  she thought,  - I should answer Jesus Christ,  I prayed and my savior descended from the cloud to save me from the furious crowd and dump me then shocked and unconscious in an abandoned mall a few streets away". That would have been a bad answer in the middle of Muslim uprising. Her thoughts  moved back to the wild events of what seemed like years ago but was in fact just yesterday.  "I'll come back for you,  beautiful " - these were ones and the only words her dark-eyed savior said.

Yesterday

Marie and her boyfriend were playing cards. Not too serious  game interrupted with bouts of laughter.  It was a calm afternoon and  small shops aligning the street were buzzing with the usual  activities.  Failing economy left too many people unemployed. But the capital was never poor and while  older residents were falling back to their overseas bank accounts,  the youth was savoring early  autumn filled with kindly warm sun, distant sea breeze and honey colored shade. Marie, Paul, and Pamela came to the  Capital  from Athens, out of all places, rented a small shop space and started trading in all things hippie and new age: shisha pipes, tarot cards, healing stones, and indian amulets. The trade was never good and never bad. Tourists were still flocking the country impressed by the kindly and liberal Shah ruling the country in the middle of other fundamentalist nations.  Local people, always known for their hospitality and kindness, treated foreigners like dear guests, sometimes marveling at unusual  clothing,  seeming freedom of thought, and the like to the ancient civilizations of Greeks, still respected I  this part of the world. 
The traveling trio were graduates from a technical college.  Not finding any passion to technology and unwilling to grind in front of a computer for meager salary of failing Greece, Pamela and friends  decided to live free, remain true to themselves and never pledge allegiance to country or person. Among that they stayed unwaveringly true to each other. And while Marie and Paul were a couple since kindergarten and never saw the point of exploring  opportunities outside, Pamela changed lovers according to her mood never worrying about loyalty or family planning.  It was like that until she met Alex. An American summer school student who came to Athens for his journalistic training. Or, to be fair, to savor the richness of Mediterranean summer and the luxury of turquoise seas and brilliant  skies.

Alex

Alex loved stories. He would gather stories wherever he went, which that particular summer in Greece was mostly the beach, marina, surrounding basketball  courts and coffee shops. Life was relaxed.
Alex's school task was to write about tourism, which he interpreted as any relaxing activity found in and around  Athens. Pantheon and ruins, he reasoned, has got enough coverage to never require another word to be said. While the youth at the beach, gathered from all over the world, local, refugees, escaped from the classrooms,  was all rage. 

---to be continued...