Log24

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Decorated

Filed under: General,Geometry — Tags: , — m759 @ 10:00 am

For those who prefer more elaborate decorations —

1.  A Facebook image from last August … 

2.  The Facebook glider suggests a tune from "The Thomas Crown Affair"
     (1968) that appeared in a Dec. 16, 2018 post on Christianity and
     "interlocking names"—

'The Eddington Song'

The revised lyrics describe a square space.

3.  An even more  elaborate square space:
     the Dance of the Snowflakes from
     Balanchine's version of The Nutcracker —

Friday, December 9, 2016

Still Point or Hole in the Data?

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 12:21 pm

Sacred Space (continued)

Filed under: General,Geometry — Tags: — m759 @ 12:00 pm

See Plan 9 in this journal.

 The 3x3 square 

Optimism

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As opposed to —

A Nov. 9 panel from the Mahindra Humanities Center at Harvard

Snow Dance

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See Ballet Blanc  in this journal.

For a darker perspective, click on the image below.

IMAGE- Detail of large 'Search for the Lost Tesseract' image with Amy Adams, Richard Zanuck, 'snowflake' structure, and white gloves

See also Cartier in The Hexagon of Opposition.

Happy birthday to Kirk Douglas.

Kirk Douglas in 'Diamonds'

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Space News

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 4:56 pm

"Bad news on the doorstep…." — American Pie


Update of 5:24 PM ET — A requiem chord

Tom Stoppard, Jumpers —

“Heaven, how can I believe in Heaven?” 
she sings at the finale.

“Just a lying rhyme for seven!”

Perhaps.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

A Riddle for Davos

Filed under: General,Geometry — Tags: , , — m759 @ 9:00 pm

Hexagonale Unwesen

Einstein and Thomas Mann, Princeton, 1938


IMAGE- Redefining the cube's symmetry planes: 13 planes, not 9.


See also the life of Diogenes Allen, a professor at Princeton
Theological Seminary, a life that reportedly ended on the date—
January 13, 2013— of the above Log24 post.

January 13 was also the dies natalis  of St. James Joyce.

Some related reflections —

"Praeterit figura huius mundi  " — I Corinthians 7:31 —

Conclusion of of "The Dead," by James Joyce—

The air of the room chilled his shoulders. He stretched himself cautiously along under the sheets and lay down beside his wife. One by one, they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover's eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live.

Generous tears filled Gabriel's eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman, but he knew that such a feeling must be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the partial darkness he imagined he saw the form of a young man standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near. His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey impalpable world: the solid world itself, which these dead had one time reared and lived in, was dissolving and dwindling.

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

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