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Thursday, March 23, 2023

For Harlan Kane — Operation Aurora: The Infamy Date

Filed under: General — m759 @ 6:36 pm

See as well this journal on the above date of infamy.

Monday, November 15, 2021

Another Aurora Joke

Filed under: General — m759 @ 3:55 pm

IMAGE- Century 16 Theater, Aurora, CO, with ticket for House 9 on July 20, 2012

Sunday, August 20, 2023

Drunkard’s Dream  Continues.

Filed under: General — m759 @ 7:44 pm

From a search in this journal for Babylon . . . 

— and Toorop with Aurora —

Monday, January 10, 2022

“The drill of a submarine” — Wallace Stevens

Filed under: General — m759 @ 7:37 pm

A somewhat more realistic tale —

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Proprietary

Filed under: General — m759 @ 9:23 am

From posts in a search for Aurora

Some R.I.P. backstory from a recent film, "Passengers" —

DECK TWO – LIBRARY – DAY

Aurora sits at a library workstation . . .

AURORA

What about research articles, any kind of
technical documents?

WORKSTATION

Hibernation technology is proprietary.

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We put the ass  in class .

Saturday, October 23, 2021

Deep Six

Filed under: General — m759 @ 6:58 am

From a Thursday morning, Oct. 21, Instagram post

Related cinematic meditation —

The above scene is from Babylon A.D.  (August 2008).

Related question from an early edition of Trivial Pursuit —

"Does Uranus have an aurora?"

Related drama for Brechtians —  Branded , The Zero Theorem ,
and, from my own efforts of August 2008 . . .

Saturday, September 16, 2017

The Zero Monstrance

Filed under: General — Tags: , , — m759 @ 6:00 am

From "The Metaphysics of Entities," a post of Sept. 20, 2014 —

Anthony Lane in The New Yorker  on a 2013 film —

"The hero of 'The Zero Theorem' is a computer genius
called Qohen Leth (Christoph Waltz)…. He is the sole
resident of a derelict church, where, on a crucifix in front
of the altar, the head of Christ has been replaced by a
security camera. No prayers are ever said, and none are
answered."

Related dialogue from a 2008 film

Another view of the Zero Theorem derelict church —

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Ripples

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 3:25 pm

A Scottish physicist credited with key experimental work
in the sensing of space-time ripples has died, today's
online New York Times  reports.

From a BBC obituary online on Wed., March 8, 2017 —

An unconventional R.I.P. from this journal on March 7,
the reported date of the ripple-seeker's death —

"The supervisory read-only memory (SROM)
in question is a region of proprietary code
that runs when the chip starts up,
and in privileged mode."

— Elliot Williams at Hackaday , March 4, 2017,
     "Reading the Unreadable SROM"

Some R.I.P. backstory from a recent film, "Passengers" —

DECK TWO – LIBRARY – DAY

Aurora sits at a library workstation . . .

AURORA

What about research articles, any kind of
technical documents?

WORKSTATION

Hibernation technology is proprietary.
The following articles deal with the subject
on a theoretical level. 

For a "theoretical level" I prefer, see a passage quoted in
the above March 7 Log24 post, "Hackaday Story" —

According to Orphic myth —

  " You will find to the left of the House of Hades
    a spring,
  And by the side thereof standing
    a white cypress.
  To this spring approach not near.
  But you shall find another,
    from the lake of Memory
  Cold water flowing forth, and there are
    guardians before it.
  Say, 'I am a child of Earth and starry Heaven;
  But my race is of Heaven alone.
    This you know yourselves.
  But I am parched with thirst and I perish.
    Give me quickly
  The cold water flowing forth
    from the lake of Memory.' "

See as well today's previous post.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

The Mirror of Understanding

Filed under: General,Geometry — Tags: — m759 @ 11:00 pm

From The Snow Queen , by Hans Christian Andersen —

SEVENTH STORY. What Took Place in the Palace of the Snow Queen, and What Happened Afterward

The walls of the palace were of driving snow, and the windows and doors of cutting winds. There were more than a hundred halls there, according as the snow was driven by the winds. The largest was many miles in extent; all were lighted up by the powerful Aurora Borealis, and all were so large, so empty, so icy cold, and so resplendent! Mirth never reigned there; there was never even a little bear-ball, with the storm for music, while the polar bears went on their hindlegs and showed off their steps. Never a little tea-party of white young lady foxes; vast, cold, and empty were the halls of the Snow Queen. The northern-lights shone with such precision that one could tell exactly when they were at their highest or lowest degree of brightness. In the middle of the empty, endless hall of snow, was a frozen lake; it was cracked in a thousand pieces, but each piece was so like the other, that it seemed the work of a cunning artificer. In the middle of this lake sat the Snow Queen when she was at home; and then she said she was sitting in the Mirror of Understanding, and that this was the only one and the best thing in the world.

Little Kay was quite blue, yes nearly black with cold; but he did not observe it, for she had kissed away all feeling of cold from his body, and his heart was a lump of ice. He was dragging along some pointed flat pieces of ice, which he laid together in all possible ways, for he wanted to make something with them; just as we have little flat pieces of wood to make geometrical figures with, called the Chinese Puzzle. Kay made all sorts of figures, the most complicated, for it was an ice-puzzle for the understanding. In his eyes the figures were extraordinarily beautiful, and of the utmost importance; for the bit of glass which was in his eye caused this. He found whole figures which represented a written word; but he never could manage to represent just the word he wanted–that word was "eternity"; and the Snow Queen had said, "If you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates." But he could not find it out.

"I am going now to warm lands," said the Snow Queen. "I must have a look down into the black caldrons." It was the volcanoes Vesuvius and Etna that she meant. "I will just give them a coating of white, for that is as it ought to be; besides, it is good for the oranges and the grapes." And then away she flew, and Kay sat quite alone in the empty halls of ice that were miles long, and looked at the blocks of ice, and thought and thought till his skull was almost cracked. There he sat quite benumbed and motionless; one would have imagined he was frozen to death. ….

Related material:

This journal on March 25, 2013:

Images of time and eternity in a 1x4x9 black monolith

Monday, October 1, 2012

High Definition

Filed under: General — m759 @ 6:00 am

IMAGE- Century 16 Theater, Aurora, CO, with ticket for House 9 on July 20, 2012

The international standard format of high-definition
television (HDTV) has an aspect ratio of 16:9.

Related material (click for clearer image)—

Some background — Where Madness Lies.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Ninth Year

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 2:01 pm

A passage from the Benjamin Jowett translation of Plato's Meno

" 'For in the ninth year* Persephone sends the souls of those from whom she has received the penalty of ancient crime back again from beneath into the light of the sun above, and these are they who become noble kings and mighty men and great in wisdom and are called saintly heroes in after ages  .' The soul, then, as being immortal, and having been born again many times, and having seen all things that exist, whether in this world or in the world below, has knowledge of them all; and it is no wonder that she should be able to call to remembrance all that she ever knew about virtue, and about everything; for as all nature is akin, and the soul has learned all things; there is no difficulty in her eliciting or as men say learning, out of a single recollection all the rest, if a man is strenuous and does not faint; for all enquiry and all learning is but recollection."

* See this journal nine years ago, in August 2003.
 Jowett's note— "Pindar, Frag. 98 (Boeckh)"

Wikipedia authors like Protious, an alleged resident of Egypt and 
creator of The Socrates Swastika , may enjoy a less scholarly account:

From Babylon A. D.  (a 2008 film)— Toorop with Egyptian Sacred Scarab tattoo—           

— and Toorop with Aurora (who may be regarded as "the soul" in the Meno  passage above)—

Toorop's neck tattoo in the second image above is from a fictional book
described in the writings of H. P. Lovecraft.

As swastika-like sacred symbols go, I prefer St. Bridget's Cross.

Friday, July 20, 2012

I Mean, Seriously…

Filed under: General — m759 @ 8:00 am

See also related juvenile humor, as well as Aurora in this  journal.

Friday, February 3, 2006

Friday February 3, 2006

Filed under: General — m759 @ 11:00 am
Washington Ballet

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   At the still point…

Related material:

Log 24, Sunday, January 29, 2006,

and links in the previous entry–

A Contrapuntal Theme and
Good Will Writing.

Beauty is momentary in the mind–
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.

The body dies; the body’s beauty lives.
So evenings die, in their green going,
A wave, interminably flowing.
So gardens die, their meek breath scenting
The cowl of winter, done repenting.
So maidens die, to the auroral
Celebration of a maiden’s choral.

— Wallace Stevens,
   “Peter Quince at the Clavier”

Friday, January 13, 2006

Friday January 13, 2006

Filed under: General — m759 @ 12:00 pm

Beyond the Fire

“Who Needs a White Cube These Days?”
Headline in today’s New York Times

That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire…
— Poem title, Gerard Manley Hopkins

 
                                          
“… Sleep realized
Was the whiteness that is the ultimate intellect,
A diamond jubilance beyond the fire,

That gives its power to the wild-ringed eye.”

— Wallace Stevens,
   “The Owl in the Sarcophagus”
III 13-16,
    from The Auroras of Autumn, 1950


Related material:
The five entries ending on Christmas, 2005.

Sunday, October 2, 2005

Sunday October 2, 2005

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 1:06 pm

Happy Birthday, Wallace Stevens

Readings for today:

At the Wallace Stevens online concordance, search for X and for primitive.

In the e-book edition of Bester's  The Deceivers,  search for X.

    "We seek
Nothing beyond reality. Within it,

Everything, the spirit's alchemicana
Included, the spirit that goes roundabout
And through included, not merely the visible,

The solid, but the movable, the moment,
The coming on of feasts and the habits of saints,
The pattern of the heavens and high, night air."

Wallace Stevens,
Oct. 2, 1879 – Aug. 2, 1955,
"An Ordinary Evening in New Haven"
IX.1-18, from The Auroras of Autumn,
Knopf, NY (1950)

Related material:

(Added Monday, Oct. 3, 8:45 AM)

"What if Shakespeare had been born in Teaneck, N.J., in 1973?

He would call himself Spear Daddy. His rap would exhibit a profound, nuanced understanding of the frailty of the human condition, exploring the personality in all its bewildering complexity: pretension, pride, vulnerability, emotional treachery, as well as the enduring triumph of love.

Spear Daddy would disappear from the charts in about six weeks."

Gene Weingarten in the Washington Post,
    Sunday, Oct. 2, 2005

Presenting…

Spear Daddy!

 

'The Deceivers'— A novel by Alfred Bester, author of 'The Stars My Destination

Continuing Bester's Maori theme,
students from Cullinane College:

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(See Literature and Geography.)
 

Thursday, December 2, 2004

Thursday December 2, 2004

Filed under: General,Geometry — Tags: — m759 @ 8:23 pm

The Poem of Pure Reality

                                       "We seek
The poem of pure reality, untouched
By trope or deviation,
    straight to the word,
Straight to the transfixing object,
    to the object
At the exactest point at which it is itself,
Transfixing by being purely what it is…."

Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
"An Ordinary Evening in New Haven" IX,
from The Auroras of Autumn (1950)
(Collected Poems, pp. 465-489)

I have added new material to Geometry of the 4×4 Square, including links to a new commentary on a paper by Burkard Polster.

"It is a good light, then, for those
That know the ultimate Plato,
Tranquillizing with this jewel
The torments of confusion."

— Wallace Stevens,
Collected Poetry and Prose, page 21,
The Library of America, 1997

Monday, August 25, 2003

Monday August 25, 2003

Filed under: General — Tags: , , , — m759 @ 4:24 am

Words Are Events

August 12 was the date of death of Joseph Patrick Kennedy, Jr., and the date I entered some theological remarks in a new Harvard weblog.  It turns out that August 12 was also the feast day of a new saint… Walter Jackson Ong, of St. Louis University, St. Louis, Missouri, a Jesuit institution.

Today, August 25, is the feast day of St. Louis himself, for whom the aforementioned city and university are named.

The New York Times states that Ong was "considered an outstanding postmodern theorist, whose ideas spawned college courses…."

There is, of course, no such thing as a postmodern Jesuit, although James Joyce came close.

From The Walter J. Ong Project:

"Ong's work is often presented alongside the postmodern and deconstruction theories of Claude Levi-Strauss, Jacques Derrida, Michel Foucault, Hélène Cixous, and others. His own work in orality and literacy shows deconstruction to be unnecessary: if you consider language to be fundamentally spoken, as language originally is, it does not consist of signs, but of events. Sound, including the spoken word, is an event. It takes time. The concept of 'sign,' by contrast, derives primarily not from the world of events, but from the world of vision. A sign can be physically carried around, an event cannot: it simply happens. Words are events."

 

From a commonplace book
on the number 911:

"We keep coming back and coming back
To the real: to the hotel
    instead of the hymns
That fall upon it out of the wind.
    We seek

The poem of pure reality, untouched
By trope or deviation,
    straight to the word,
Straight to the transfixing object,
    to the object

At the exactest point at which
    it is itself,
Transfixing by being purely
    what it is,
A view of New Haven, say,
    through the certain eye,

The eye made clear of uncertainty,
    with the sight
Of simple seeing, without reflection.
    We seek
Nothing beyond reality. Within it,

Everything, the spirit's alchemicana
Included, the spirit that goes
    roundabout
And through included,
    not merely the visible,

The solid, but the movable,
    the moment,
The coming on of feasts
     and the habits of saints,
The pattern of the heavens
     and high, night air."

Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
An Ordinary Evening in New Haven
IX.1-18, from The Auroras of Autumn,
Knopf, NY (1950)
(Collected Poems, pp. 465-489)

NY Times Obituary (8-3-1955)

 

The web page where I found the Stevens quote also has the following:

 

Case 9 of Hekiganroku:
Joshu's Four Gates

A monk asked Joshu,
"What is Joshu?" (Chinese: Chao Chou)

Joshu said,
"East Gate, West Gate,
 North Gate, South Gate."

Setcho's Verse:

Its intention concealed,
    the question came;
The Diamond King's eye was
    as clear as a jewel.
There stood the gates,
    north, south, east, and west,
But the heaviest hammer blow
    could not open them.

Setcho (980-1052),
Hekiganroku, 9 (Blue Cliff Records)
(translated by Katsuki Sekida,

Two Zen Classics, 1977, p. 172)

 

See also my previous entry for today,
"Gates to the City."

 

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