Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

congenitally insane or irretrievably stupid

The word "safehouse" always reminds me of Kevin Kline.

Chess computers are analytically superior to human beings.  The question of computer dominance has been resolved.  The question has become the limit of computer dominance.  Will human beings ever win again?

"If you don't make a mistake, no one can beat you, not even God."

That's the spirit!  A "perfect" performance within a limited rule-based game against an omnipotent opponent necessarily ends in a draw - or does it?  Dare we consider limits on the omnipotence of our Universe?  I would not be so bold.  Thy will be done.

Can the Universe defeat an intelligent person in tic-tac-toe - best of five games?

Anthropomorphizing the Universe to engage in a human game is like pretending we are fish to engage in a game with martians.  Once you've divided by zero, the conclusion is nonsense.

I do not believe it is appropriate to speak the name of the Universe.  We are not worthy or even capable.  No human word can properly contain the infinitudes of the Universe.  Anthropomorphizing the Universe is a tool of very limited use.

Christmas was outlawed in England for 200 years.  Early Christmassers had adopted the celebration of the Mithran Sun, one more Mardi Gras in the olden days.  The only notice the protestant churches took of Christmas was to warn parisioners to keep their kids indoors to avoid the dangers of a drunken revelry.  Americans were fined 5 shillings for showing Christmas spirit. 

Scrooge was the symbol of the demise of the anti-Christmas age, in the mid 19th century.  The idea that Christmas was for children didn't evolve until the 1930s, when the depression concentrated any desire to give toys to the children. 

Christmas basically had no religious content - aside from renaming the Mithran Sun's birthday to Christ's birthday - until the latter part of the 19th century. 
Santa Claus is a purely american saint, visited in annual pilgrimages to our shopping temples.  Such a well-crafted tale.

Take Back Christmas!  Let's put the Mardi back in Christmas.  The old ways are always the best ways.  Yeah tradition!

When I spent half my life commuting in DC, I listened to audio tapes of literary works and wrote stories in the styles of various authors.  Fitzgerald's flowery self-awareness - Faulkner's slow repetetive reflections - Hawthorne's clipped strokes - awe, bach.

During the hallowed eve season, I cringed as several docs proclaimed the wonders of Bram Stoker's Vladish tale - it is as terribly written a book as the story is haunting.  Some stories - great stories - transcend bad writing.  Not many.

I told the young prince that I had read perhaps 80% of my books.  It may be more like 95%. 

I am starting a yoga group - using some of our office space for meetings.  I have some ideas.

Enjoy,

M

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#1  18 December 2005 - 14:46

 

hmm...yoga.

Interesting.

solyluna

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