Scars

You were a friend, a close one at that, a difficult one at that... you now are a scar, an irritable itch, a human glitch.

speech vainglorious,
manner ostentatious,
you feigned,
yet, you reigned.

My last shot @ 55 ...

Voices from inside a dark bedroom,

Husband: Is this good darling ?
Wife: faster please...
Husband: and now ?
Wife: faster darling
Husband: good enough ?
Wife: more
Husband: how about this ?
Wife: faster, faster
Husband: okey, and now ?
Wife: I am sweating... faster...
Husband: This is as fast as this darn fan gets !

Silence

Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute......

Humpty Dumpty revisited

Okey dokey.... While the last post cracked me up, it didn't seem to fit well with most of you folks' sense of humor... so, i decided to pay Humpty Dumpty another visit using the 55 word cap... cut to scene...

One beautiful evening,
Humpty approached Dumpty,
Humpty had his fingers in Dumpty's hair,
Dumpty did the same,
Humpty clutched Dumpty's shirt and pulled him close,
Dumpty did the same,
they locked eyes,
and stood still,
waiting for the moment,
the setting was right,
and then it happened,
I blew the whistle,
they began to wrestle.

LOL... this one has me in splits... Perfect 55 just like the last one.... does it titillate your sense of humor yet ???

55 words eh ??

My dear friend Voldemort has threatened to tag me in all possible ways if i didnt do this 55 word shhtoree thing... so, this piece of literary work tohtally by Voldemort's request... Actually dedicated to Voldemort... and witchardry...

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
they watched the birds fly,
they watched the kids play,
they got tired, so they got off the wall..
they flew dragonflys,
they chased butterflys...
tired, they got back on the wall...
they watched the sunset,
they watched the birds fly back...
Humpty Dumpty headed their way back home...


So, gud enuff eh ???

End of Sabbatical

See you soon ....

Interval 1

I envy all actors and actresses... They never have to pretend to work... Pretence is their work !!! or rather... by pretending, they are working... and not pretending to be working... oh crap... u know what i mean... and, lessons on english grammar are not welcome...

my brain isn't functional... signal space is encroaching grey matter area while it's inhabitants relish the abundace of local delicacy, i.e., brain cells. My brain has been fogged by signal burp...

anyway... School of dramatics, I'll stop by sometime...

back to work now... with fog lights and blinkers on.... damn the dehumidifier doesn't work.... oh well ... the condenser does... neural traffic is back to normalcy... eh ... well ... ALMOST....

so long, until next time...

Hiatus

Session adjourned sine die ...

My shortest path (DOF) connection to the father of modern computer science

On wednesday, Sept 28th, 2005, I met Jim, mentor to my uncle, and a close friend of my uncle's family. It was my first meeting with him and i was very reluctant because i've never had anything in common with anyone 75+ years old... 60 minutes into the luncheon, i was thinking to myself that this is who i wanted to be 40 years from now... a living encyclopedia...

Gardening, astronomy and ham radio are his passions... I've always wanted to pay my tribute to Hertz and Marconi by joining a ham club but have never been able to do so... I've always wanted to put a telescope together, but Jim not only puts them together, he grinds his own mirror for the telescope... and so matter of factly says... i can't compete with the precision of modern technology but my mirrors work... !!! In the name of passion, I did courses in optical system design and thought to myself, someday perhaps I'll have the time and focus to make my own instruments... Jim didn't have that advantage... but he made it happen...

Jim was in the navy, and during the second world war is what i gather... He has a degree in chemical engineering, but chose to shift further study to chemistry... he's supposed to be a genius in identifying patterns for making drugs, and works one day a week... the rest of the time, he keeps himself busy with his 3 favorite hobbies and reads voraciously. I'm so glad i got to meet him because not many people can humble you with just their sheer depth of knowledge... He sure has become one of my icons.

Me: So, did u take a liking to the radio when you were in navy ?
Jim: It was vice versa actually... I chose navy coz i liked to play with the radio...

Jim: So, I hear you are an electrical engineer.
Me: That's right i am.
Jim: Do u work on computers ? Thats what the guys i know do.
Me: No, i work on Radars. (I beamed)

and then he started talking about a whole lot of stuff on radars which even i didnt know and he was telling me how they functioned and how they were mount during his time at the navy... It was my turn to clarify that i didnt work on Radars but actually worked on signals from radars... He didnt seem too impressed though that my radars were actually satellites in space...

Jim: Do u know Alan Turning ?
Me: Never heard of him.
Jim: He invented the enigma machine and the bombe...
Me: I've heard about them. Played a big role in WW2. Instrumental in destroying many German submarines.
Jim: Yup, that's right. I visited his place in London.

Later that evening, Jim sends me stuff to read on the bombe, the enigma machine and the story of Alan Mathison Turning... He searched the web and printed stuff which he thought would be relevant to my field of work!!!

Alan Mathison Turning was conceived in 1911 in Chatarpur, India. His parents wanted to bring him up in Britain, and so they moved. Mathison was a well known mathematician, logician and cryptographer. He is considered to be the father of modern computer science. The Turning test contributed towards the concept of artificial consciousness. He designed the bombe, an electromechanical machine which could find settings for the enigma machine. After the war, he worked at NPL, creating one of the first designs for a stored program computer, although it was never actually built. In 1952, Turning was convicted of acts of gross indecency because of his homosexuality. In 1954, he comitted suicide by eating an apple laced with cyanide.

~!@#$%^&*()_+1

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Date : 30th September 2005

Tools: 0.7mm "clutch pencil", eraser, tissue

Time: no clock

Size: ~ 9" x 11"

Inspiration: haah...

okey dokey... Incomplete work, n i dont think i'll get down to doing it again... so here it is as it is... :-)... This dame is a real beauty... anybody recognize her ??? guesses ??? will answer only in "yes" or "no"... oh btw... she is the celebrity types :D...