Log24

The "232" was suggested by today's evening New York lottery, as
was the work of mathematician David Donoho (born 3/5/57).

Donoho is an expert on wavelets and related functions.

This post's title was suggested by the Mexican Hat wavelet
and by the Wallace Stevens poem "The Pastor Caballero"
quoted in last night's post.

As for today's midday lottery, see a reference to 645
in Imago Creationis and remarks from 3354 (3/3/54)
by Pauli on quantum theory and "small macroscopic spheres"
[for instance, Ping Pong balls].

From March 9 four years ago—

* See this journal and the novel.

Update of 10 AM May 9—

Midrash for Gnostics —

A post linked to under "this journal" (above) has a brief discussion of theology and Wallace Stevens—

"Professor Eucalyptus in 'Ordinary Evening' XIV, for example, 'seeks/ God in the object itself '…."

I have more confidence that God is to be found in the Ping Pong balls of the New York Lottery.

This suggests a check of yesterday's NY numbers. They were… Midday 780, Evening 302.

A search for 780 in this journal yields a post quoting The Scotsman 's reporter Rhiannon Edward.

Related material:

Rhiannon's Scotsman  story of May 6—

Rapist gets 20 years after justice system finally believes his victims

See also this  journal on May 7 —

Stranger Than Fiction

For yesterday's NY evening 302, see the "780" post involving Rhiannon—

Glenn Ford as a playboy from Argentina —

— and "302" interpreted as "3/02," which yields…

"Yo sé de un laberinto griego que es una línea única, recta."
 —Borges, "La Muerte y la Brújula"

"I know of one Greek labyrinth which is a single straight line."
—Borges, "Death and the Compass"

For some background music, click here.

Song

"Each epoch has its singer."
— Jack London, Oakland, California, 1901

"Anything but the void. And so we keep hoping to luck into a winning combination, to tap into a subtle harmony, trying like lock pickers to negotiate a compromise with the 'mystery tramp,' as Bob Dylan put it…."
— Dennis Overbye, Quantum Baseball,
    New York Times, Oct.  26, 2004

"You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp,
    but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into
    the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to
    make a deal?"
— Bob Dylan, Like a Rolling Stone

"About a century ago scientists began to realize that beneath the too, too solid veneer of what had passed for reality for 2,000 years there was some pretty funny and fuzzy business going on….

Most of us, I suspect, would rather believe that the devil is running things than that no one is in charge, that our lives, our loves, World Series victories, hang on the whims of fate and chains of coincidences, on God throwing dice, as Einstein once referred to quantum randomness….

[But] we are people, with desires and memories and a sense of humor – not Ping Pong balls."
— Dennis Overbye, Quantum Baseball,
    New York Times, Oct.  26, 2004

"You can be replaced by some Ping Pong balls and a dictionary."
— Anonymous source, March 29, 2001