This is old, but the fascination of myself and John with Friday the 13th continues. He sent this to me yesterday; I’m passing it on as a Halloween treat. The A.V. Club does a year-by-year with Friday The 13th
Sadly, because it’s old, it doesn’t include the newer film — but I’ll go so far as to say (again) see the new one and then part 10. Done and done.
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The holographic principle is a property of quantum gravity and string theories which states that the description of a volume of space can be thought of as encoded on a boundary to the region — preferably a light-like boundary like a gravitational horizon … In a larger and more speculative sense, the theory suggests that the entire universe can be seen as a two-dimensional information structure “painted” on the cosmological horizon, such that the three dimensions we observe are only an effective description at macroscopic scales and at low energies.
This is the coolest thing I’ve read in weeks. This is going to take some reading to digest, but the notion that the universe is actually 2D is awesome.
This Scientific American article is a little less dense if you are interested.
One more link.
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who do you think you’re kidding– it isn’t that the universe is 2D that excites you, its that if you can conceptualize it that way in terms of its information structure, you can start to think about how to organize and extract and play with the massive amount of available data. and then tell stories with it. snap!
rachael :: oct 27 2009 :: 10:50 am
oooh. I think she’s got you pegged pretty good.
ray :: oct 28 2009 :: 1:45 pm
Not even pretty good. But perfectly. Sigh.
tripp :: nov 02 2009 :: 5:25 pm
Every time I taste lipstick, I think of you, which made me feel powerful and you seem shortsighted. I remember leaving you sadly. In spite of everything, I was certain I’d missed some epic opportunity with you. I remember that year as synechdochic, part standing for a simulacrum whole.
And suddenly it’s three years later. Today, I was closer to my perfect body, to my sainted self than I’ve ever been, and then you called. A static buzz and an interruption in conversion of life and vows of stability. The smoke and overheat of remembering your slanted ceiling in winter. The shattering backfire of your question, loud as it was then. Close as my passenger seat in the rain. The white roar between call and response.
I will do what you ask me to do because of how I feel about you.
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A very sure sign that I am a bachelor living alone:
Roughly 2.5 weeks ago, the power went off in my apartment for about 3 hours while I was at work. I was in Boston for a week and got back on Wednesday afternoon, so I’ve been living in the apartment for about a week and half since that happened.
And I have not yet reset my alarm clock.
Instead, I have figured out the time difference — the clock is almost exactly 3 hours ahead. And so it continues to blink and I continue to ignore it. It’s so absurd that I actually got confused upon returning from Boston — I actually had forgotten about my laziness and thought the power had gone out again during my absence.
But no, I’m just that lazy it seems.
As a complete aside, please take note of these 10 things that happened at the R Kelly show in NYC last Friday. I can’t find the right adjective for him really.
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“We are made of star stuff.” I miss Carl Sagan. I can remember watching him as a child, getting to stay up ‘late’ to watch Cosmos on PBS. Just fantastic.
ray :: oct 24 2009 :: 10:06 am
“Honey, what do you think of my new dress?”
“Wow, you’re so beautiful right now it reminds me of why I married you. I actually want to spend time alone with you again! Let’s use our credit card’s reward points to take a vacation, just you and me.”
“We can’t.”
“Sure we can! I’ve got lots of vacation time, and you’re constantly skipping work to go shopping. We’ll go to fancy dinners and speedboat around the Mediterranean!”
“We can’t use the points for a vacation.”
“Why not? They’re our points, we earned them, spending our money on our bills and our necessary items. And I work a deadening dead-end job 60 hours a week so we can afford to pay off our crippling credit card debt, but at least we’ve earned enough points that we can finally get away for awhile and do something that we can enjoy together. Plus, the credit card people said we can use the points on anything.”
“I know! I used all our points on this dress I’ll never be able to wear because we can’t afford to go anywhere fancy enough for me to wear it! O, Henry, what a predicament!…Honey? Why are you smiling like that?”
“Because I know a lucky son of a bitch who’s getting a divorce and won’t have to pay a cent in alimony! In fact, if there’s any justice in the world he’ll be the one getting alimony! And spending it all on hookers!”
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way to break your promise. that was fucking stupid.
ben :: oct 30 2009 :: 12:03 pm
Untrue. It just means we aren’t friends. That’s a much more reasonable explanation.
tripp :: oct 30 2009 :: 12:09 pm