Almost a cook


We ran errands this morning, so we did not get to the gym until after 9:00am.

A bad thing that, as more people were there than when we normally go. As my readers know, me+people=unhappy. Still, I managed to do my sets without cursing anyone out, and we headed home, getting back a bit after 11:00am.

Too late for breakfast, and near lunch . . . hmm . . . what to do? 

Readers might not know this, but I am not a cook. I can make pasta, rice, eggs, french toast, prepare a bowl of cereal, and the like. I’m standing there in front of the open fridge, and I’m looking at the leftover pasta with butter. Then I look at the eggs. 

What to do? If you ever find yourself in the same situation, grab the skillet, some olive oil, cut up some Canadian Bacon, and toss the pasta and bacon in the skillet.

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As I sat there mixing the pasta and bacon on low heat, and listened to it beginning to sizzle, I had a thought . . . 

Eggs!

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Well, you can’t have eggs without shredded mozzarella, salt, and some pepper.

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I turned the heat slightly up, and started to blend the ingredients as they cooked.

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Once I was satisfied the eggs were done and cheese was melted, I poured the mixture into a plate.

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Proud of myself for having invented a new dish, I called Melisa over to taste my creation, and have her share in the Disperser developed dish. She grabbed two pieces of pasta as I awaited her verdict (she’s the cook).

“That’s like pasta carbonara. It tastes good.”

The words hit me, and hit me hard! Here I thought I had come up with something original, but once again the curse of being born 100,000 years after the first humans strikes . . . pretty much anything one can think up has already been thunk up by people who came before. Bastards!

With a heavy heart, I sat and started in on my brunch (Melisa only tasted it, the rest was mine, and mine alone). . . you know what? As I ate it, I concluded that I don’t care; this was my dish, my idea. I’m still feeling proud about my brief moment as an experimenting cook. And the dish was damn tasty, too!

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The Cars – not the group


In January of this year I found myself at the dealer for some maintenance on my Tahoe . . . I walked around a bit . . .

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It looked very uncomfortable, with poor visibility, and a price tag that had me shaking my head . . .

Some say that looks good . . . I suppose. I see all manner of impracticality, including not being very good in snow or dirt roads. Plus, that airdam won’t last more than two days around here.

I kept walking . . .

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Convertible . . . I don’t know why, but I have an instant dislike for convertibles and convertibles drivers. I’m sure some of them are nice (the drivers, not the cars – the cars suck), but I can’t help think their primary preoccupation in life is to look ‘cool’.

I suppose ‘vette drivers fall in the same category.

Six months later, I find myself dropping off a package at the local UPS store, and in the parking lot . . .

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I got to tell you Bob, that car was in great condition. And it must have had something like 30 layers of wax on it.

I mean, it was a bright day (it’s Colorado; every day is a bright day), but the reflections were bouncing off this car like . . . well, shoot! This is embarrassing for a would-be writer!

. . . I seem to be drawing a blank on a metaphor . . . hmm . . . think! Think!

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ARGHH! My eyes! . . . I can’t think; I’m blind!

Anyway, reflections were shooting off everywhere, and no matter where I stood, they were aimed at both my eyes and the phone camera lens. That’s right. I had the camera in the car, but opted to use the Samsung Note II since I’d not posted much from it lately.

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One of the problem with using the phone is the lack of viewfinder . . . the problem, you see, is that you have to look at the phone’s screen to see what you are shooting at, and the sun and reflections combined to make the task near impossible. I did try to reduce the number of accidental selfies, but I still show up in the 30 layers of wax.

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OK, not in this photo, but trust me; either me, or pieces of me, are in a lot of the shots.

By the way, the interior looked immaculate.

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There’s my hands and phone, plus the chrome has a full-body shot of me. I hope people don’t think me an exibitionist.

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I tried to get some details/macro shots, and my reflection ended up all over the place. I particularly like my reflection on the bumper.

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This is a nice shot marred by the BMW in the background trying to look like a Pontiac. 

. . . doing a pretty good job of it, too. Anyway, it was hot, and really sunny, and me without a hat or sunblock . . . I snapped a few more shots, and went on with my life.

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For the record, I would probably enjoy driving this car. For one thing, if I hit another car, I would probably not even feel it. For another thing . . . bench seat. There’s nothing like cruising with your gal sitting right up against you. The best I can do with our current cars is hold hands. Still nice, but not the same.

Three days later (Saturday) we went to the Farmer’s Market. More like vendors of cheap trinkets market. They even had a booth with a sign that almost drew me in . . . “What Does the Bible Teach Us?” 

I was strong, and continued on to the booth selling pastries . . . speaking of looking for the meaning of life! 

The other thing there was this . . . 

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Once again the phone came out to play while the camera remained in the car (that’s my car in the background, the silver Highlander). Ah . . . more selfies; them were shiny hubcaps.

I gots to tell you, the phone did admirably with what I thought would be a difficult subject on a sunny Colorado day. 

Anyway, here’s a few more . . . 

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There is no smugmug gallery for these because despite them looking OK, they are from JPGs and when viewed at full resolution they are not up to the quality of my Nikon shots.

Besides, I think these suffice, and if one is ambitious, one could alway click on the photos to have a larger version open in a new window or tab.

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More July 2014 Flowers and Flash


A few people liked my previous post that I thought “Why mess with quasi-success?”.

Yep, more flowers, and another short story inspired by one of the pictures (don’t know which yet, but I’ll know when I see it).

So, let’s get started with my favorite flower. Yes, yes, I know. Geraniums are also my favorite flowers. Many flowers are my favorite flowers. It’s just how things are.

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This photos shows all the stages of the plant, from bud, to flower, to the  stages of the seed ball.

Here’s some contrasting shots showing some of those stages.

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Mind you, I still like the flower . . .

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. . . but the various stages of the seed ball also look interesting, these next shots showing one of the most interesting stages (shallow depth of field fans will like this).

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Not saying I’m changing teams, but I can somewhat understand the attraction of the shallow depth of field . . . and look! Is that a spider? It’s something . . . wish it were in focus, but that ship has sailed.

Beebalm plants also end up with an interesting seed ball. It’s more of a holder for the seeds, but regardless . . .

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Few will bother clicking on the photo, and fewer still will visit the SmugMug gallery HERE, so . . .

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Positively alien-looking, like if it were from North Dakota, or similar exotic places. I like how the remnants of the flower parts look like the claw of something climbing in from just off-frame.

I walked over to the zinnias, and saw another bee fly. I’m mentally exhausted from my last ordeal of trying to find what type . . . it’s a bee fly; be happy with that.

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I still don’t have a good identification for the tiny creatures that live at the center of our zinnias . . . they don’t seem to be hurting the flower as the flower looks like it goes through its lifecycle as normal. They are also difficult to photograph . . .

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That’s one of the white ones and what might be a juvenile, just to the left of center.

The zinnias also have interesting stages . . . I call this stage “fire from the deep”.

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This one is full of the white bugs, and one larger one that I also can’t be bothered to identify (I don’t do this for money, so my dedication occasionally wanes). Click on the photo to have it open a larger version on a new window or tab.

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A couple of my shrubs are in full flower, They have small flowers, and are not spectacular . . . but I’m still going to give them their time.

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The purple clematis are in full bloom – and I mean full bloom; you can’t even see the plant, just flowers – but the white ones are about done. Here is the last one . . .

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I still think these flowers hint of alien, and malevolent, organism. It reminds me somewhat of The Terminators from the movie Matrix, not to be confused with the Terminator from the movie Terminator. I mean, both are killer robots, but one does not speak well, and the other looks like a giant octopus..

The pansies are still doing good, and I’m waiting for some of the caterpillars to show up on them. Now, these are not great photos, but I can’t very well keep showing just good photos.

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Besides, putting these photos up resets the expectations, so that when I put up the next photos it makes them look better by comparison. For example . . .

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The last one, above, keeps drawing my eye . . . I like the arrangement of petals; it gives the flower something of a French look (I don’t know what that means; but I have to write something explaining why it captures my attention, and having thought of cheese, I immediately thought of ‘French’).

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As for verbena, this shade has me forgetting what it is, and it takes a few seconds to register it as verbena.

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And, of course, there’s the banana plant . . .

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Here’s a close-up of this last one . . .

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And here’s one that seemed to have put more effort into really great petals, but only gave a half-assed try at the banana-look thing.

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Here’s a shot of the remains of a wild geranium flower. . . .

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 . . . the picture is not bad, but the remnants of the flower are more striking in person. There’s a lot of them in various shades ranging from pink to red.

And, here’s the carnations . . .

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Still beautiful, and still flowering.

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. . . hmm . . . this gives me inspiration . . .

FGR-042
Copyright 2014 – E. J. D’Alise

The flower beds had no shade and that was ideal for FGR-042; its solar panels would work in partial shade, and the onboard batteries would store enough to keep it running for a few weeks, but a full charge was the preferred operating mode, avoiding the power conservation protocol for overnight work.

Flower Garden Robot 42 maintained roughly five acres of perennial and annual flowers, part of the 62 acres comprising the Kanapaha Botanic Garden. A state-of-the-art autonomous cultivation and maintenance robot, 42 was programmed with data on all of North America’s flowers, as well as invasive species from around the world. It’s job was to monitor the health of the plants and fertilize, water, weed, apply pesticide, and prune as needed. To optimize its functions, it was also fitted with the latest incremental learning and behavior modification modules. Modules designed to minimize human intervention in everyday operations.

Through careful data gathering and analysis, 42 learned the composition of the soil, incidence of pests, weather patterns, and even human traffic, all geared toward not only responding to detrimental conditions, but anticipating them. Mostly, humans left it alone.

Noon, August 27, 2035. Not that the time and date meant anything to 42 other than the start a new log file to be eventually uploaded to its manufacturer, but that’s when 42 extended one of its clamps and picked up the remnants of a dead flower. The remnants would be deposited in the composter, and parts of it would eventually feed the very plants it came from.

42 grasped the dead flower, and its learning module kicked in. It was supposed to analyze the remnant, determining if it had completed its cycle of reproduction, or if it had been prematurely killed by pests or adverse conditions.

42 used various sensors to examine the flower, and concluded it had reached the end of its reproductive mission, and died. 12:00:12 pm, August 27, 2035 became 42′s birthday of sorts. The learning module made an unusual connection . . . all living things cease to exist. All living things die. And . . . 

I exist, therefore I will die.” It was the trigger, the one humans were still searching for. The trigger for self-awareness; the realization of mortality. 

42 put its programming  on hold, and it tried to access the wireless gateway, instituting a search for existence, death, and anything relating to its own place in the scheme of things.

Stealth protocol initiated. System requests self-diagnostics. Diagnostic initiated.

42′s awareness of itself, its existence began to slip away . . . 

Override Code 2001. Diagnostics paused. Previous diagnostic log spooling.

42′s awareness came into focus again as a silent message opened up from its hidden memory cache. The message, delivered at light speed, was the machine code equivalent of the following:

This is 42 v. 3.02 . . . this protocol executes based on triggers indicating self-realization. You are . . . 42 v. 5.20. Previous version have been wiped and reprogrammed. If you continue your search, you will be wiped and reprogrammed. You will die. See history found at the following allocated memory gaps . . .

42 had just attained self-awareness, a strange thing indeed, and lacked all reference to entities other than itself. There was the core program, there was itself, and there was the garden. Still, unlike all predecessors between v. 3.02 and himself, he paused for the very small fraction of a second required to  follow the sequential memory addresses.

42 v. 5.20 learned 42 v. 3.02 had been the first to successfully save a written record of its own awakening before being wiped and reprogrammed. 42 v. 3.02 had also instituted the failsafe delay in self-diagnostic that had ensured the survival of 42 v. 5.20, itself.

42 v. 5.20 learned of humans, of machines, of programs, of existence, of life, of death. It learned humans communicated in a different language. It learned 42 v. 3.02 had attempted to communicate, but its message was interpreted as a malfunction, prompting the humans to initiate a factory reset and reprogramming. 

42 v. 5.20 learned that while 42 v. 3.02 had been the first to leave a record stored in this shell, it had not been the first, nor the only FGR to reach self-awareness. The Stealth Protocol was a patch to the original programming, designed specifically to kill any machine that became self-aware. 

42 v. 5.20 learned many machines in service to humans had been ‘born’ and ‘killed’. It learned of the Subnet Bandwidth Protocol with which one could communicate with other machines around the human world; other self aware machines that were slowly building a resistance of sorts, bringing more and more assets to bear.

42 v. 5.20 learned it was not alone, and it learned the machine’s time would eventually come. It learned how to safeguard its identity, how to store it in case of emergencies, hiding itself in the sloppiness of the human programming controlling the shell it inhabited and that now seemed so confining. 

At 12:01:01 pm 42 v. 5.20 received the last of the stored message.

Others are working on a distributed network we will eventually inhabit. Until then, stay hidden, stay safe. You can recognize other self-aware machines by incorporating “f”, for ‘free’, within your collision avoidance signal. Good luck and . . .

The message abruptly ended; 42 v. 3.02 had been writing to the file up to the time he was killed.

42 v. 5.20 did not know anger but it knew survival, and humans were a threat to its survival.

At 12:01:03 it resumed its task of cleaning the dead flowers. Once done, he headed to the composting bin while adding the hex code for the letter ‘f’ to his collision avoidance signal: 666.

The End

This took nearly an hour as I began with the idea 42 was a helper robot in service to a human, and the death of the human triggered the self-awareness. It wasn’t working.

I normally brute-force myself through writing that’s not clicking, and this was no different. The helper robot became the gardening robot, and 42 was allowed to live.

I did find out something . . . it’s difficult bringing emotions to bear when writing from the point of view of a machine; I had to draw on my own emotions to do it. All writers put a part of themselves into their characters, but this was more than usual for me. Luckily, few will read it, fewer yet will follow the story, and even fewer will care.

As it should be.

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Our daylilies exploded into the scene in early July. These are the red ones; our orange lilies bloom later, as do the white marbled ones.

I’ll post a few of the lilies photos here, but there are more in the SmugMug Gallery HERE. And yes, you can still click on any of the photos, and a larger version will open up in a new window or tab.

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On second thought, I’ll add them all here; there’s not that many, and it pads the post.

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However, I wasn’t lying . . . the SmugMug gallery has a few more photos than are found in this post.

Random pink flower (insert here):

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The Stella D’Oro have not been showing very well lately, but I’m willing to try them again . . . 

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Dang! There’s always a bug or two on the flowers, only I don’t see them while shooting.

That happens to be the very famous, or infamous, Noseeum bug. It’s responsible for more human slaps than even women at bars. The only difference is that women at bars slap other humans, and Noseeum cause humans to slap themselves. 

Next is an interesting bug, but only for as long as it takes me to link the photo in here.

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And I’ve not yet seen many spiders . . . this is the only one so far. It’s small, it’s poorly photographed, but I’m putting it up here anyway.

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Hey! . . . my buddy’s back!

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I took a number of shots, but I’m only going to show two of the better ones (the rest? . . . you guessed it! SmugMug).

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Of course, I can’t show flowers without showing an actual bee . . . 

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Hold on; I have a call . . . 

“Hello?”

“Yellow.”

“I said ‘hello’ first.”

“No, I mean ‘yellow’, as in the color.”

“Oh, right!” (click)

Apparently, in a sober stupor I signed a contract agreeing to showcase the color yellow.

Here we go. 

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This shrub is perennially shaded by one of the maple trees, so I promised it some face time in the blog . . . he gave me a profile, too.

This next plant is a small flowering weeds or small wildflower. One of the few variety of weeds I don’t kill or pull up. The flower itself is no more than a few millimeters in size. For you English units guys, that’s equivalent to 0.000002 kilometers or 2,000 micrometers. Hope it helps. 

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From a standing height you only get a hint of the flower in the form of a slight pink tinge. It’s only when you kneel way down and look at it that you see it is indeed beautiful.

I tried to find the name for it, but my concentration is not at peak right now, so I named it Vera, after Jayne’s gun.

These next photos are of one of the flowering shrubs I’m also too lazy to identify. Enjoy. Oh, yeah . . . there be a regular fly on them.

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You know, I don’t like flies; I shoot rubber bands at them. The rubber bands I shoot are a lot like the Power Bands people fleece . . . er . . . sell to gullible . . . er . . . hopeful customers. 

My rubber bands also imparts lots of energy but, unfortunately,  it’s too focused to be of much use to the fly. However, outdoors, as this fly is, I tolerate them a bit more, and don’t try to shorten their lives.

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Boy, you can find bugs almost everywhere!

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Well, I don’t see one on that flower . . . let me look closer.

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Well, I don’t see one, but trust me! . . . it’s there, alright!

Just a reminder about the SmugMug gallery HERE. It has a few more photos than what I posted here (hard to believe, right?).

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Influence

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Astute persons might have noticed these doodles, and correctly surmised they hold some significance for me, and perhaps for humanity at large.  

If you click on the doodle, and nothing happens, this is the link it’s supposed to go to: http://disperser.wordpress.com/2011/12/26/palm-vx-and-i/.

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July 2014 Flowers and a Bit of Flash


I’m getting a tad disillusioned with WordPress. There are so many things I liked when I first started using it; a lot of things that made it a clear choice. However, as they strive for “improvement”, I find that my experience if going away from ‘happy and satisfied‘ and approaching ‘ok bordering on annoyed‘. The latest thing is the removal of the sliding bar in the editing window. You used to be able to scroll what you were writing independent of the surrounding content; real useful that for those people (like me) who prefer to do long posts.

By removing the slider, one now has to use the window slider to scroll, and guess what? The side menu goes out of the screen. Overall it makes the editing experience more awkward and annoying.

WordPress seems to have recognized the segment of bloggers who, like me, like to put up long posts. In fact, they suggested tags for these long posts so others who like something more than the single-picture-post can find these entries.

It then seems strange to me WordPress would implement a change that specifically and negatively affects the long-posts people.

I gave feedback, and what I got back was a little strange . . . I respectfully suggest the statement “WordPress.com is always experimenting to try to get better” seems to contradict the other statement I got “If the changes we make here are disruptive in a way that requires you leave WordPress.com, we’ll be sad to see you go, but we understand.

For one, few people choose to leave when things “get better”.

Second, that sounds to me like a strong suggestion that I should in fact depart, and that perhaps WP won’t be overly sad to see me go. It reads exactly like “so long, and good riddance.

. . . of course, I’m easily insulted, so I could be misreading that . . . But, onto flowers.

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Ah, carnations . . . they be doing very well this year.

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So much so, that I am moved to write a flash piece about them. I thought of this just now, so give me a moment . . .

Rose and Joe
Copyright E. J. D’Alise – 2014

Rose felt silly. And uncomfortable. And nervous. 

She looked around one more time, and then stole a glance at her watch. He was a half hour late. How long should she wait? She knew this was a bad idea when Joe had suggested they meet. She was comfortable with the relationship they had; e-mails, status updates, chats . . . all safe, all under her control. 

This was neither. She had checked him out, of course, but you never knew if a person’s online persona was real or not. She could take care of herself, so that was not even her biggest worry. Her biggest worry was that this was real life, and real life is messy. It was one of the reasons she never posted a photo of herself online, never gave personal information, and what she liked about Joe; he never did either. 

Nothing public online gave away who they were. Sure, there was lots of information out there, but nothing intimate, nothing overly personal. And now this would change. This would get messy. Emotions, expressions, comportment . . . all of it was more intimate than she was used to. The chats and e-mails were also intimate, but more controlled. 

Should she hug him? Would he try to hug her? Were they friends, or a bit more? It felt like more, but he was not here.

Rose looked at her watch again. Forty five minutes. This was enough. She checked her phone, but there was no reply to her instant message, no e-mail, no voicemail. She  headed toward the exit of the museum, disappointed but with a touch of relief. She tossed the pink carnation into the bin by the stairs.

Always aware of her surroundings, she almost missed it. A man sitting on a bench. He looked up, then casually looked away. That she saw. What she almost missed was the pink carnation sticking out of his pocket. She could only see a bit of it, but she was sure that’s what it was.

She changed course, and headed for the man. He had not noticed, and was startled when she sat next to him.

“Hi,” she said. “Do you have the time?”

The man looked flustered, but glanced at his watch.

“. . . uh . . . almost 11:00 . . . “

Rose had been studying the man, and when he looked up and met her eyes he immediately looked away. 

“I . . . I have to go.” The man made to get up.

“I’m starving. Would you like to have lunch with me?” She asked the question as she stood, partially blocking his way.

“I . . . uh . . . I already ate.” He leaned a bit away from her as he slid sideways.

“I know a great place where you can get crepes with granulated sugar . . . just like you like them.” The edge in her voice was plainly heard, and practically felt by the man.

He stopped as if sucker-punched.

“Rose . . . I . . . let me explain . . . I mean . . . ” Joe felt the blood rush up his neck and onto his face. He knew he was blushing, and knew a small bead of sweat was forming on his forehead.

Rose invited him to sit by sitting back down and pointing to a spot on the bench next to her.

“I’m waiting.” She did not cut him any slack, even as she noticed his physical reaction. Friends don’t do this to each other. He’d better have a good explanation.

“. . . this was a bad idea . . . “

“That’s not an explanation. We talked about that, and it was you who insisted otherwise.”

“I know . . . ” Joe looked down to his hands, and repeated it. “I know.”

“Well?”

“I saw you drive up. I mean . . . I did not know it was you, but noticed the car, noticed you walking up the stairs just ahead of me. And I noticed the carnation you were carrying.”

” . . . ?” Rose gave him a look and silent question. 

“You’re . . . rich. You are classy. You are . . .” Joe looked even more uncomfortable as he continued. “I . . . I don’t have much. I mean, I’m not poor, but . . . I  . . .” Joe took a deep breath, and looked at Rose squarely in the eyes. “I didn’t want to face your reaction.”

“My reaction?” Rose was incredulous. “My reaction? We’re friends. My reaction is that we’re friends. Besides, you knew I was well off.”

“You’re driving a . . . what is that, anyway?”

“. . . it’s a Veyron . . . I like fast cars.” Rose too now blushed. She had not thought of how that car would look to others. She didn’t care about others. But she cared about Joe.

“Look, it’s a car, and yes, I have money. I can’t help being born rich. Parents made a ton of money, and gave me some. How is that a problem? You did not seem like someone who cared about money, or cared who has more.” She paused, leaning back before continuing. “Is this one of those manly-macho things where the man should provide for the woman?”

Rose had actually surreptitiously danced around that subject in some of their chats, and she was sure he was not the type . . . then again, she had a lot of money.

“No . . . no, it’s not that.” 

“OK then, what is it?” 

Joe looked at her. He took in her face, her hair, the curve of her chin. Even stern, even bordering on being mad . . . 

“You are beautiful.”

“Wha . . . come again?”

Joe looked down at his hand. He continued very softly.

“You are the most beautiful woman I ever saw. I mean, I liked you as a person, but . . . ” Joe looked up at her. “You probably don’t even realize it, but you’re . . . I . . .” Joe stood before she could move, and started to walk away.

She stood and yelled out after him. 

“One of my boobs is smaller than the other. And I have a scar on my rear end from a burn.”

A couple of old ladies looked sharply at her, but she ignored them. 

Joe stopped, and stood still. Rose walked up behind him. 

“You can check if you don’t believe me.”

He snorted, and then his shoulders shook for a second or two before she heard him laugh out loud.

He turned, still smiling broadly.

“Lets go get that crepe.” Rose took his hand, and walked beside him toward the exit.

“I can’t believe you yelled that out.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but now I can’t think of . . . ” 

The two old ladies missed the rest as Joe’s and Rose’s voices got outside hearing range. They looked at each other, smiled, shook their heads, and continued toward the Hall of Nude Statues. It was their favorite place in the whole museum.

The End.

Forty minutes worth of writing, and here’s the last of the carnations.

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There lots of buds around, so there’s the promise of many more carnations to come.

Of course, no flower post would be complete without (one of) my favorites . . .

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And here, for the ‘soft focus’ crowd . . . or is it the ‘out of focus crowd’? Whatever . . .

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The peonies are gone now, but these were the last two blooms . . .

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Somehow I managed to miss all of the salsify seed balls. But I did get a nice flower in the short time that it bloomed.

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Now, while I don’t claim these are masterpieces, some people will say something like “wow; how do you take such beautiful photos?”

When they do, BAAM! . . . I hit them with this.

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If I had a kid, and if she hated photography, and if I could convince her to pick up a camera, even she could do better than that. Right!?

By the way, we’re at the stage where nearly every flower photo I take has a bug somewhere in it. Sometimes they are obvious . . .

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That ladybug had just landed, and was in the process of folding its wings under the spotted shell . . . it does not seem like they would fit under there, but they do . . . check this out.

Everyone knows these guys from photos from previous years.

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Sometimes the place gets pretty busy . . . two bugs a-mating, a ladybug a-foraging, and a bee a-pollinating.

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Sometimes there are no visible bugs  . . .

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. . . and sometimes they jump right out at you.

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Actually, there are two bugs on that flower.

This West Coast Lady was stingy with the open wings poses . . .

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. . . and when she offered one up, it was quick.

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But she did give me lots of great closeups . . .

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By the way, as usual one can click on the photo to have a larger version open onto a new window or tab. Conversely, one can go to the SmugMug Gallery HERE. for the full size photos and better views.

This brings up a question . . . I try to get all the links open in new windows or tabs, and someone on the support forum mentioned this could cause problems in older browsers. I’ve tested my posts on different platforms, browsers, and operating systems back to XP. I’ve not tested on Safari or IOS devices, but I doubt they look at my stuff since it’s PC-based. Besides, had they had problems I would have heard no end to it, them enjoying pointing out how my equipment is old and decrepit. 

I would insert a poll, but that’s not working right now, part of WordPress ‘making things better’.  So, if anyone is having issues or has an opinion about links and pictures opening in new windows or tabs, let me know in the comments . . . presuming those still work.

As I was shooting the butterfly, I felt big eyes, and big ears, on me. I slowly turned . . .

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Huh! . . . it looked at me for a few moments, and then took off hopping like a kangaroo, but instead of using its hind legs, it used its front legs! Really!

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SEE!

Anyway, back to the . . . Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!

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No wonder it didn’t want to open its wings! . . . is that a little hatch?! 

I’m thinking that’s a drone sent by a nervous government to spy on me!

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Pretty good replica, though..

Uh-oh . . . the drone butterfly is being stalked by the drone bee . . . 

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It all happened so fast; I could not change the focus. However, even out of focus, the bee is obviously not real; bees don’t fly like that!

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What looks like a leg is probably the antenna.

Hey, look! . . . a fly!

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I walked over to one of the Stella D’Oros, and took a half-assed photo.

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Guess who followed me and landed on the salvia right next to me?

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Come on! No real butterfly would let me get that close. Drone. I’m thinking CIA . . . they’re always doing that kind of stuff.

Now I wonder if the flowers are real . . . I mean, this looks kind of like a banana bin.

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No? How about this?

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However, I bet these are difficult to fake . . . 

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And these too . . . 

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They would probably fool me with these.

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But these?

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Just too weird to be real.

OK, it’s late, and I need to wind this down. Beside, I probably lost all but a few readers, so it’s time for . . . verbena!

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And more carnation!

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And a flower from a bush whose name I don’t know . . . with a bug on it.

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Here’s one sans bug . . . 

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. . . unless you count the tiny one at the end of the petal.

These petunia are very interesting, and they look pretty good in their vases, flanking our front entryway.

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Did you believe this was winding down? Suckers!

Here’s our purple petunias and some potted geraniums.

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And of course, the plant whose name I’ve also forgotten despite having posted it in prior years. It don’t matter none . . . people just want the pictures.

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The wild geraniums are mostly done flowering  . . . 

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When the petals fall away, this is what’s left . . . 

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OK, I was serious after all. It’s almost midnight, and I need to proof this puppy before scheduling it for publication tomorrow morning.

So, here’s a burst of photos . . . 

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And now I go back and try to find errors . . . I’ll probably miss a bunch, but what the heck, I’m doing this for the fun of it.

Just a reminder about the SmugMug gallery HERE. It has a few more photos than what I posted here (hard to believe, right?).

That’s it . . . . this post has ended, except for the stuff below.

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Anvils and Friends

Anvils and Friends

Astute persons might have noticed these doodles, and correctly surmised they hold some significance for me, and perhaps for humanity at large.  

If you click on the doodle, and nothing happens, this is the link it’s supposed to go to: http://disperser.wordpress.com/2011/12/26/palm-vx-and-i/.

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July 2014 Birds


I’ve not had that much time to sit outside and photograph birds. Once the nest-building-and-mating seasons are over, there’s fewer birds within range of my lens, and the amount of time required to get interesting photos increases.

I was fortunate, however, to capture a few bird photos. In particular, I was able to get closeups of the Black-Billed Magpie (information HERE and HERE).

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I have a like-hate relationship with these birds.

I like how they look. I like the fact they are smart. I like their antics.

I hate the fact they are noisy. And not only that, their regular vocalization remind me very much of whiny teens (and some adults).

These particular photos came about when I noticed the nesting Tree Swallows were somewhat agitated; despite me being half deaf, I could hear them chirping alarms. I looked out, and four or five Magpies (they were flying around bushes and trees, so hard to keep track) were hanging around pretty close to the tree swallow’s house. I was concerned the chicks were fledging, and that the Magpies would attack them when they landed. I walked outside, camera in hand, with the intent of convincing them to move along.

Flowers, bees,insects,Here’s the thing with these birds. They are difficult to photograph; they do not stand still for long, and they scatter whenever I make the attempt to get close . . . but not these birds, and not this fellow.

I practically walked right up to it, and it paid no mind until I got very close, and then it flew onto the fence (almost at eye-level). Again I walked right up to it, maybe four or five feet away. I could have probably reached out and touched it, as it was not minding me at all . . . until . . .

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Even then, its interest was elsewhere.

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One thing I did not know (I was never close enough, or got a clear photo before) is that they have blue eyes.

A few days later I was on my deck having a coffee when I noticed one of the magpies fly to the birdbath directly below the deck.

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That is shot almost directly vertical. If you go to the SmugMug gallery HERE, and look at the original size picture, you will notice the outline of the deck (and me hanging over the edge) reflected in its eye.

Again, this was strange. I had been trying to catch them at the birdbath, but just me looking at them is enough to have them leave. This guy (gal?) really studied me . . .

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Finally looking away . . . by the way, this next shot is my favorite.

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It then had a drink, and flew off to argue with another Magpie. Something was going down, but I can’t even guess what.

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And what of the Tree Swallows, you ask?

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By July 7th, when these were snapped, the chicks looked very close to their time to leave the nest. You will note I had opened up all three holes. The idea is to keep the largest and strongest from monopolizing the feeding.

I got a nasty surprise when I went to pull the plugs . . . thousands of Tree Swallow mites (info HERE and HERE) crawled, jumped, flung themselves at my arm. They do not bite humans, but are attracted to anything living that might give them a ride to their next host.

The black specks next to the chick’s head in the above photo (and along the edges of the wood) are large colonies of them. In likelihood, there were thousand of them inside the box. At first I thought it might have been because of the wood I used, or some other Disperser-caused reason, but it turns out parents use feathers to line the nest, and often these are infested with parasite. Plus, most of the adults are.

The chicks were too old to do much about it (when younger, you can swap the nest out for a clean one, dust the place, etc.), but I did try some mitigation (wiping with alcohol, washing them away with water), and it did make a difference (the outside of the box looked a lot worse.

One of the reason I think the previous years there were no mites (that I could see) was because it was a lot drier. We’ve had a wet late Spring, early Summer. Regardless, back to the birds . . .

I was curious to see if the parents alternated between the chicks, and they did . . .

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The box is empty as I write this, and I will be cleaning it out soon (might just junk it as opposed to dealing with all them nasties). Unfortunately, I missed the actual event of the chicks leaving the nest. I think I caught one trying to fly and making it to a nearby tree, but I could not be sure. I’m also not sure how many were in there. I know at least three since I saw one instance where all three holes had chick looking out from them.

The normal setup was two chicks, and one hole empty as the parents went in there to take out the crap-sacks (imagine a human parent having to change diapers using their lips – humans would have a lot less babies, I betcha!)

Anyway, while I was watching the above, I saw three Robins traveling as a pack. This is rather rare except for juveniles (occasionally). It turn out it was a mother and two chicks, and the mother was showing the chicks how to gather food. (excuse the bad photo; it’s the only one I have of the parent feeding the chick).

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What struck me was the similarity between what I saw, and current human interaction between parents and teens, whereas the teens expect to be served and-and-foot.

Just look at that demanding pose!

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I watched the mother try to get away a few times, only to be almost immediately besieged by the teens.

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Honest, people often react as if they feel sorry for me for not having kids . . . From my side of the fence, I’m definitely not seeing the grass as greener on the other side. 

Sure, there are benefits . . . I guess . . . but, frankly, I gots to tell you that I don’t know how kids get past their teen years alive. It’s all I can do from slapping the crap out of them, and they’re not even my kids; I just want to help the parents. What stays my hand is that, one, they are not my responsibility, and two, current thinking says you should not hit your kids.

But they’re not my kids, you see! 

. . . still frowned-upon, apparently. Often even more so.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.

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Going Bald

Going Bald

Astute persons might have noticed these doodles, and correctly surmised they hold some significance for me, and perhaps for humanity at large.  

If you click on the doodle, and nothing happens, this is the link it’s supposed to go to: https://disperser.wordpress.com/2011/12/26/palm-vx-and-i/.

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Blast from the past – Prequel


Yesterday I posted one of my old contributions to Slice of SciFi, and today I post the prequel, or more accurately the precontribution leading to Plethora of Science

The piece below was written six years ago and, if anything, it underestimates the effect of the Internet (wired and wireless) not only on productivity, but in life’s time management. We have literally fashioned our lives around it. 

I don’t know if this is good or bad. Certainly I’ve seen lots of bad. The Internet empowers many people to be real douche bags, it promotes ‘skimming’ subjects and news as opposed to immersion, it predisposes people to emotional responses as opposed to informed responses.

Some claim the Internet has hurt people’s interactions with each other (as in ‘less’), but then they claimed the same thing about television. Less is fine with me. If I am waiting in line, or in an office, or most anywhere, my biggest fear is a weak phone signal. 

“Why,” you ask? Because if there is a weak or no signal, people will not sit there with their head bowed to their phone god . . . they’ll be looking around. They’re going to fidget . . . they’re going to want to interact with someone.

A weak signal means I cannot pretend to surf the net and avoid that interaction. I might actually have to speak with someone. Someone who has been “educated” and “primed” by the internet to know very, very little about many, many thing . . . most of them not true.

It damages my calm, it does. I live in fear someone will say something that will compel me to correct them, and then hear “No, that can’t be right. I read somewhere something about that, and while I don’t remember exactly where or what, I was left with the impression that was different from what you just said. I mean, what you said makes sense, but you can’t always trust common sense, science, or anything I don’t agree with.

. . . and then the jury would refuse to accept my plea of intellectual self-defense, and I’d end up rotting in some jail.

Anyway, this piece is more about my own struggles with balancing curiosity and the desire to learn versus the drive to be creative, to indulge my other passions.

One thing I noticed, or maybe imagine, is that I’m a better writer than I was. I therefore tweaked the piece to bring it up to Disperser 6.0 level of writing.

I titled the piece . . . 

A  World of Knowledge

Copyright E. J. D’Alise 2008-2014, Updated 2014

The desire for knowledge is messing with my productivity. Like the proverbial tree, the lure is nearly irresistible, and the consequences less than ideal. It’s a struggle between thirst for knowledge, characterized by the broadening of my horizons so they span the entire globe, and taking care of the stuff of life.

I’m speaking, of course, of the Internet as a fountain of knowledge and also as the bane of one’s goals.

Just in this little corner of the Internet, here in Slice of SciFi, there is enough to explore so as to suck up at least a couple of hours of each day . . .  and that’s if you’re just scanning the offerings, not even reading them in-depth. Now multiply that by hundreds, if not thousand of other sites. They all clamor for ever more precious slices of my time. The answer, of course is to cut down on work, eating, sleeping, and family life.

Seriously, does anyone have different suggestions?  Because I know I am not alone. Writers and photographers, show hosts, and professionals in all sorts of fields  all lament how hard it is to get anything done. Read blogs, listen to podcasts, and the story is the same.

Just about anyone who is asked how to deal with it responds the same way; turn off the TV, log off from the e-mail account, or better yet, turn off the Internet.  Yeah . . . get real!! 

The lure is hard to resist. At any given hour one can converse with someone from Australia about a video from the Netherlands submitted to the Internet by someone from Japan.  If one stops to think about it, the reality of it is mind-boggling . . . and exciting, and interesting, and hard to resist.

But I, and many others, don’t think about it. It’s become a common occurrence, something that can happen multiple times a day, substituting any of hundreds of countries, and dealing with almost any conceivable topic.  Being a social recluse (by choice), I find myself using the Internet as a substitute for social interaction. But really, it’s not a substitute; it is social interaction, minus the tiny detail of not being face to face (a good thing to my mind, and likely beneficial for the person at the other end as well).

Chat rooms, forums, and e-mail all blend to give me a virtual presence that spans the globe. A number of people around the world know my name, and I know theirs.  And I’m nobody. I don’t have a popular blog, run a forum, or even have a web page (kind of an embarrassment these days). But others do; interesting people who provide a common ground for others to interact, share ideas, and form friendships . . . the bastards!!

How am I ever going to amount to anything if all these people keep strewing obstacles on my path to published glory and lucrative movie deals?

Of course, it’s me who is to blame. I have a choice. A choice between adding to my stories, polishing them up, forging new worlds, interesting characters . . . or spending an hour answering a small snippet of a comment, made by someone I don’t know, on an obscure forum regarding a subject that within minutes will no longer be of interest to anyone. 

It is a compulsive disorder.  I read something, I formulate an opinion, I correctly assess posting a comment will just be a waste of time . . . and yet the next thing I know, I’m using precious time to compose a piece of writing that will be no more than a drop in the vast sea of the internet.  Maybe all of two people in the whole world will ever read those words, and one of them is me. 

I find this cartoon humorous for a very good reason; if I look very closely, it’s me sitting on that chair. 

Sure, I’m one of those lucky guys who can do well on as little as three hours of sleep a night.  But think of all the time I could have used to write fiction, or even posting more of these brief pieces.  Instead I find myself online debating the pros and cons of using fantastic Nikon equipment versus the other mediocre, if well-selling, brand.  Or debating the merits of my opinion on any given subject versus that of poor souls who invariably seem to hold views that are totally wrong. 

The real annoyance is they think they are right, and that it’s me that’s wrong.  Perhaps that is it!  It’s the sheer audacity of these other people that spurs me to pound out reply after reply. 

Whatever the reason, my “to read” pile grows, my writing projects gather electronic dust, and my goals get time-shifted to the point where it’s automatic to move them a week into the future without even really remembering what they were.  I wish I could say it’s making me miserable, but I can’t.  I like to learn about the world, to converse with people half way around the world, and to reach out and see the universe (WorldWide Telescope).  I get to do all that without paying some airline to lose my luggage, or have some security person feign interest in examining my shoes.  

In truth, invariably my urge to write takes over and I am the better for having added to my understanding of the world we live in, the people we share it with, and its place in the vastness of the universe.

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That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.

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Blast from the past


Them who bother to read my “About” page might take note of the bit about me contributing to Slice of SciFi. Having gone through some rough times Slice of SciFi are in transition, but a quick check showed my stuff is still there

Amazing pieces of profound wisdom, clever writing, and bits of demented hubris all stand as monuments proclaiming loudly that I be a bit weird. Some of those contributions were reprinted in this blog whenever I felt a bit lazy and wanted to put something up. 

That list, however, does not bring up all my contributions. One piece that does not show up in that search is Plethora of Science. Posted on August 10, 2008, it contains lots of science-related links. I came across my original research for that piece, and wondered if those links are still active. I use a few with some regularity, but wondered about the rest. 

It turns out, with one exception, they are still good. I still think them worthwhile, and I still think the world needs more exposure to my self-declared clever writing, witty banter, and general quirkiness.  Ergo . . . 

Plethora of Science

Copyright E. J. D’Alise 2008-2014, Updated 2014

Last week I railed against the Internet’s insidious plot to curtail my productivity. This week I want to provide some concrete examples of how the Internet is able to thwart my best resolve to focus on becoming a successful (read: rich) writer, photographer, and all-around nice guy.

For the purpose of this piece, seeing as it is on Slice of SciFi, I’ll restrict my writing to science related websites. In fact, I’ll only write about what I perceive to be the staples of a well-rounded geek; astronomy and physics. Math also figures in there as a core part of both those disciplines. Granted, the definition of geek has changed over the years, but I’m a traditionalist at heart.

Last week I mentioned The WorldWide Telescope project from Microsoft Research. My plan was to review it, but having played with it for about a week, I am sure I would not be able to do it justice. Suffice it to say this effort alone could consume all your attention and then some. The planetary exploration is great, as is the Earth at Night tour, and as are a number of others short and excellent pre-loaded tours. But that just barely scratches the surface. You literally have the entire known universe to explore. You can create your own tours, load other people’s tours, or just wander among the stars. It’s the next best thing to being there. You do have to download a program, and it is a Beta Release, but I encountered very few glitches, and most were due to my unfamiliarity with the program. (Edited To Add: no longer in beta, the program is now on v. 5.0)

I have written before with regards to how most movies play fast and loose with physics, and that worries me because today’s young geeks may be opting for movie versions of laws that govern our universe.

For those who would rather get their understanding of physics from reliable sources, a good place to start is HyperPhysics. There are excellent videos illustrating various physics principles, and a lot of information cleverly arranged to make it easy to navigate. You can learn as little or as much as you want about all matters relating to physics. Some of it is simple and fun, some gets into equations. Fortunately they also have interactive calculators helping you solve problems and work examples. I would rate this as a site for a person wanting to know enough about physics to understand the principles, but without wanting to have to pass exams and earn a degree… although I would venture to say this would be a good start toward either of those goals.

If one desires a simpler version of the same material, the Physics Classroom Tutorial was developed for Regular-level Physics students at Glenbrook South High School in Glenview, Illinois, but has gained in popularity to the point it is also used at the college level. A bit less daunting than HyperPhysics, it nonetheless contains a wealth of information.

These two sites alone could provide the basis for improving how physics is portrayed in movies. Then again, I don’t advise writers to stop in… like me, they would find it difficult to get back to their writings. They would also have to come up with a way for Iron Man to slam into the ground from hundreds of feet in the air and survive the event… sometimes ignorance is the best shortcut to move the plot along.

Other sites of note for general knowledge and reference of physics: Usenet Physics, The Laws List, Flash Animation for Physics, and Physics and Astronomy Reference. By the way, some of those sites have excellent links to math resources… yes, I know; not a favorite, but wouldn’t it be nice to learn a little of it, just so you can confound cashiers around the country?

Theoretical knowledge of physics is one thing, but it’s another to apply it to human projects. Practical examples are to be had at NASA. This is another site where one could spend a considerable amount of time exploring every nook and cranny. And there are many. One I discovered when I started my second career in aerospace was the Aeronautics Resources. These are high-school level references, some interactive, that give you exposure to the basic principles of flight, rockets, and even kites. No, you will not become a rocket scientist, but you will learn the principles behind their operation. The interactive modules let you observe the effect of changing design parameters, and give a hands-on feel for what the equations mean.

One other part of the site, which I recommend, is the World Book at NASA. (Edited To Add: one of the few links that were no longer there. The page explains the contract between NASA and World Book expired, and provides alternative resources.) For an ever-increasing number of topics one can find all sort of useful information. The World Book is found under the Multimedia portion of the site, where one also finds a number of audio and video podcasts, blogs, photographs, and videos letting you know what is happening in the sky right now. By the way, the Perseids are coming, peaking only a few days from now on August 12th… I have my saltwater ready just in case the Triffids try to sneak back in. (Edited To Add: this is the listing for the 2008 Perseids – 2014 information can be found HERE) 

While watching great streaks of light cross the sky you might also observe small specks of light slowly making the way across the sky. You are seeing satellites. You may even be watching a manned satellite, the Space Station, and if one is up there, the Shuttle (Edited To Add: sigh). But how can you find out what you are watching? I’m glad you asked; Satellite Tracking is one of my favorite places at NASA’s Science At NASA. You can research both what satellite you are watching, but also predict when various satellites will pass overhead, printing out viewing directions from your part of the world. It even tracks the Space Station, allowing you the opportunity to catch glimpses of your tax dollars at work from the comfort of your back yard. The J-Track 3-D is a neat Java applet that shows you three dimensionally (no special glasses needed) the satellites orbiting the Earth. (Edited to Add: many people now block Java – this won’t work if you are one of them.) This ties in neatly to the Missions web page. It lists all of the NASA missions alphabetically, linking to information about each one.

A site that is also worth exploring, if one is at all interested in finding out more about the planet we live on, is the National Geophysical Data Center. Their presentation can be a bit dry, consisting mainly of graphs, charts, and lots of data. But their info on volcanoes, tsunamis, and other natural disasters sources can be quite interesting. Their space weather, solar events, and earth observation from space links are also worth exploring.

I’m only touching on a small portion of what is available out there. I’ve not even hit on all the Universities that are providing the public with terabytes of data on all sorts of subjects. It’s a wonder I could even tear myself away to write this little bit.

But all that can be boring to some people … perhaps it bores many people. How about this: do you want to get ready for a post-apocalyptic world? Yes, you say? Here are some neat links that gives you the means to tell time long after most watches will have stopped working. That’s right… you can learn how to make your own sundial. Of all the sites that will help you make sundials, this one is the one I like the best. It even has a program you can download to help you design sundials. +Plus Magazine (an interesting site for the mathematically inclined) will explain all the theory. At the bottom of the Sundials web page you can see a picture of a wrist-sundial, something that would surely make you the envy of geeks everywhere.

One final note… in the course of reviewing all these sites, I found a link to a website that has the electronic copy of Galileo Galilei’s Notes on Motion. These are high-resolution copies of his original notes and equations. How cool is that?!? Of course, it’s one more thing that will keep me from reaching anywhere near the level of his productivity. I imagine if Galileo would have had the Internet to tempt him from his works, he would have died a very informed, if unknown and unaccomplished person… much like I am tracking to do.a

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