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#856
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I was on that site back in 2008.
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"A consistency proof for [any sufficiently powerful] system …
can be carried out only by means of modes of inference that are not formalized in the system … itself." -K. Gödel Terence McKenna's interpolation went along the lines of: "Any formal system will produce true statements which are not provable within the confines of the formal system itself. Which means mathematics can fail. There is no closure. He proved logically the closure is impossible. Essentially what he showed is that '2+2=4' is not a law; it's a very strong tendency. Not a law. So no program of formal analysis will ever completely exhaust its subject. There will always be an element of mystery." Terence McKenna seems to have been talking about what is knowable. Closed mental systems. The idea that 'reality' is apprehendable. I find myself thinking along the lines of internal systems. If everything is analogy and we understand all systems by comparison to other systems then it makes perfect sense to examine one system through another system to see how coherent it is. We work within a network of intellectual systems and so using one system as the primary control system without an analysis of that system as compared to other systems you run the risk of making silly and avoidable mistakes. It's reminiscent, to my mind, of the old idea "try not to mistake the map for the terrain." Which is itself an analogy.
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bhumisparsha - "My couch cannot be fucked." Last edited by archonemis; 06-22-2011 at 10:56 PM. |
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Michael Hagan's idea of a good time is to guzzle a few bottles of Olde English "800" Malt Liquor and smoke PCP with his fellow gang members in the slums of south central Los Angeles. There is no telling what might happen.
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"He carried economy of movement to the point of avarice."
Jules Verne, Journey to the Centre of the Earth
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1. Don't forget nothing.
2. Have your musket clean as a whistle, hatchet scoured, sixty rounds powder and ball, and be ready to march at a minute's warning. 3. When you're on the march, act the way you would if you was sneaking up on a deer. See the enemy first. 4. Tell the truth about what you see and what you do. There is an army depending on us for correct information. You can lie all you please when you tell other folks about the Rangers, but don't never lie to a Ranger or officer. 5. Don't never take a chance you don't have to. 6. When we're on the march we march single file, far enough apart so one shot can't go through two men. 7. If we strike swamps, or soft ground, we spread out abreast, so it's hard to track us. 8. When we march, we keep moving till dark, so as to give the enemy the least possible chance at us. 9. When we camp, half the party stays awake while the other half sleeps 10. If we take prisoners, we keep 'em separate till we have had time to examine them, so they can't cook up a story between 'em. 11. Don't ever march home the same way. Take a different route so you won't be ambushed. 12. No matter whether we travel in big parties or little ones, each party has to keep a scout 20 yards ahead, 20 yards on each flank and 20 yards rear so the main body can't be surprised and wiped out 13. Every night you'll be told where to meet if surrounded by a superior force. 14. Don't sit down to eat without posting sentries. 15. Don't sleep beyond dawn. Dawn's when the French and Indians attack. 16. Don't cross a river by a regular ford.
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‘Who’s The Prostitute Now, Bitch?’
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Unflippinbelievable |
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"Like all young reporters-- brilliant or hopelessly incompetent-- I dreamed of the glamorous life of the foreign correspondent: prowling Vienna in a Burberry trench coat, speaking a dozen languages to dangerous women, narrowly escaping Sardinian bandits-- the usual stuff that newspaper dreams are made of." Russell Baker recalling when he was offered the post of London correspondent for The Sun (Baltimore) for the paper's 175th anniversary
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If you're looking for companions for jazz singing and water polo, don't put up a personal ad expressing an interest in "scat and watersports."
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Quote:
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When you live on both sides of the fence the grass is always green |
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All instruction is but a finger pointing to the moon; and those whose gaze is fixed upon the pointer will never see beyond. |
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