| Error reduction in psychological testing |
[Nov. 18th, 2009|08:18 am] |
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If one applies the software created to beat card counters and augments the idea to deal with psychological experiments the variance in testing would be further diminished. |
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| What's the matter with matter. |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|11:12 pm] |
1000 floating butterfly's wafting in cool air.
Preparing for the sharp descent for some to wonder where.
Numbers prepared ideas waiting little bubbles of light.
100 forms shifting an infinite variety.
Expanding in a unity.
Now formed to date.
10 magic numbers, a number of magic squares.
Puzzle with the the mystery of zero becoming one. |
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| There is a place for the intellectuals in Valhalla. |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|10:52 pm] |
There is a place for the intellectuals in Valhalla.
Wars are not won with weapons alone.
It is only through seeking that we might find it and sharing the sharpest ideas.
These ideas are that which win's any conflict.
And it is only with ideas which conflicts are won.
The battle happens in the mind before a single stroke of the sword is made.
Sharpen the weapons and prepare for war.
The war of the mind is not won in a day.
After the idea is released it lives an essence of a word.
Ripe ideas plucked and shared to the star's they where placed.
To the star's whence we were born.
Valhalla has a place for the warriors of the mind, and there ilk.
To them we salute.
The blood of the ancestors calls. |
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| A blog model based on a book |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|01:05 am] |
The book blog is a blog that is uploaded in reverse by posting the first page last and the last page first so the information that should be in the beginning of the work is there.
I did that with the mindscape rpg, along with this, and I share this model with you because one it allows for edits and comments on the edit's so more data can be added by others.
I know that their are wiki's but you don't have to have a webserver or domain space to do this.
Services are the platforms these day's and the programming of the many and the few help us all.
So I think that if you want to edit your work often and you want it shared and if you don't share it will die like an apple to the earth.
This way even if the apple rot's the seed's might still be planted yet.
http://intralocutionacyberiaadvent.blogspot.com/ |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|12:45 am] |
I have a plan for somethings I am going to do in the future with content that I have created previously and offline to share.
Sometimes I don't know what to share and what to keep.
Does it matter, are we some how compelled by this work?
Does our work matter?
It must if we consider it to, and to share is a brilliant moment.
How much time has passed in between and how abstract we become from one another.
Yet there is still concern, concern without comment and a great silence.
Yet this is as the universe always speaking and always silent, not just a mixed metaphor a mixed state. |
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| In a boat in the mind traveling all ways. |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|08:40 am] |
Only through time and collection and introspection and seeking does wisdom come.
What we would understand in one age is not what we would in another and the meaning is different.
So it is as we change and evolve and realize things that we did not and things that we where merely aware of on the periphery of our consciousnesses.
This is what we seek as well and with out it we are no better than days gone by and in some respects even with this we are no better because they person that we are in the new day is not the same person as the last.
So even as we change we might respect and learn from our future selves and our past selves. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|08:38 am] |
As we look upon information and within it we seek and play with the putty of the cognoforms we introspect from out inner dealings new solutions.
We play with these ideas as we play instruments.
We the seekers of the internal sound the seekers of truth. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|04:33 pm] |
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If it's not in your heart it may never come out. |
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| A universe of charades further experimentations with universal implications |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|09:37 pm] |
small tiny matter bending space time how you make me ponder.
could the disappearance of these things not always be do to with them going somewhere else maybe they are just being concealed by space time and the bends there of.
one to one I connect to another place in space and time. |
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| An entangeling thought experiment. |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|09:30 pm] |
I have an infinite set of coins who's atoms are infinitely entangled to the many other coins in our set.
If a coin in the set's atoms have more entanglements entangling with another coin when that coin flips it's the probability that the coin will flip on that side is more likely.
So flip a set and get an answer.
A master of chance is a master none the less. |
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| Plot of poetry |
[Oct. 8th, 2009|12:36 am] |
I will allude through absurd alliteration the illusion of my anachronism.
Anapest antagonist might stress three on a metrical foot.
Why would your aphorism not have apostrophe with assonance.
That is the atmosphere of the autobiography stoked in a balled of biographical blank verse.
Was that a classical caricature of a cliche climax.
Conceit breed conflict building connotation out of convention.
Couplet above it, dactyl and anapest have their convention's also denotation to detonate the word.
Dialect used with diacritical marks smudged with diction.
Dimeter in drama is dramatic so we strive to dive into dramatic conventions sounding out a dramatic climax.
Certainly I take dramatic license in a dramatic monologue.
Why write but a dramatic point of view.
Why would I end rhyme when the game is afoot.
End stopped in my epigram while I contemplate essay.
Exposition of a farce withe figurative language, and figures of speech.
Should the narrator foil with and foot and foreshadowing or break into functional free verse.
Who is the hero and heroine of hexameter.
Iamb a door jamb of internal rhyme will I ever use irony to express my lyrical legend in metaphor.
Meter note monometer in mood with myth express my narrative in a novelette.
The octave of the ode is in an omniscient point of view but that might be a parallel paradox of parody.
Do not invoke pathos to deal with pentameter in a personal point of view it's a matter of personification in this plot of poetry.
Might the protagonist have properties of a quatrain or quintain I move from realism to absurdism to abstractism and strike a sudden reversal.
Rhyme and rhyme scheme rehearsed with romance and rhythm in every verse.
No I will not curse the satire in romance and the tragedy in comedy.
Scansion marks the scene and setting of a sextain and a short story.
If only more where as compelling as a simile of the sun.
For a single effect I might be dull and stage directions in a sonnet.
Technical climax inserted in style it's all about it's staging in the stanza.
Enter tercet above tetrameter there may be a theme to a tragedy and trilogy of verse.
Do play with trochee and trimeter with a type charachter.
Games we play in word mind and dimension.
Masters and meisters herald in bardic tales.
Don't discount the bards tale.
My questions they still stand.
Word games for lovers word games for life. |
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| Literary triangular portmanteau |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|09:31 pm] |
The deep of night is crept upon our talk, and nature must obey necessity.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
The wheel of night has come full circle.
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.
What!
Can the devil speak true.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple rotten at heart.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Thank Hip Hop Shakespeare for that remix.
Much love to the 1600's. |
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| Solve a model of science new |
[Oct. 5th, 2009|12:20 am] |
Unknown no matter.
No matter the matter.
Know un matter no.
Now mind the matter machine.
Only understand metered machine.
Words to cognize imagination to free.
NN the letters did come to and from an imagination machine.
Sort but or bot and now plus.
Make set join union an operator.
Operator set to motion an inequality.
Tested and verified.
Enter the equation.
Still i'll must a conjunction a cogitation a new mixed nation.
Till lil tums a junction a con cogi nation a nixed went at ion.
I'll fix this mix with my new sticks my new mattered mind.
Le na peson de dame.
Languid impossibles solved through insight.
Dragons operate my overloaded operator.
Red keyboards blaze with lazer fire.
Aragon does connect to ideas of spaces and places and faces both imaginary and real.
Gon ara an angled alter.
On with the gon or the gong it's another way to play it's another way to stay.
Now on with the noise girls and boys.
Still found the unaided unadded misteries.
Imagine the still silent motion and the melodies it play's. |
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| Infinity spheres |
[Oct. 4th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
I imagine spheres surrounding spheres infinitely in both higher and lower dimensions.
I imagine there in them the power to exist from nothing and to expand infinitely.
I imagine infinite spheres.
In that the power to compress and expand is incomprehensible.
There implications are spoken by the tongues of the world. |
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| Mindscape Rpg |
[Sep. 29th, 2009|08:01 am] |
Here it is again unedited and unadded to but it's up.
I had to post the game in reverse order so that the first page would show up first.
So if anyone is posting a book to a blog they have written that might be the way that they want to go about setting to the motion of pasting or writing their work.
End starting first then work your way to the beginning.
I would love to have a wiki with it sometime in the future since I have not been able to keep up with updating or working on this work.
Time has not been elastic to me and these days I have to feed myself and pay some bills yet I have not given up the ghost.
I simply have to think more carefully about what I am spending my time doing.
Through this though my time over time should open up for more interesting work more often.
http://mindscaperpg.blogspot.com/
In the end this game is free or user supported so if you have any works or know anyone who does let's work together to make a high quality user supported pencil and paper rpg. That was always the course since I was so destitute as a child, I created the game because other games cost money that was not available to me, and in that I had allot of fun. Yet I am giving the work back as I always have because I care and do the best of my ability to give back when I can. I have not really altered the game to much not because I could not make a better game now. I am certain I could make a less broken game but players and game masters break games. So as always it's up to them to manage themselves and figure out what works best for them.
Best of luck and love to you.
Game On! |
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| Riffing to the universe |
[Sep. 28th, 2009|07:27 am] |
To the lyre and the harp and the voice let them play.
Exalted delta ex.
Changed is the direction and velocity.
Leave the roaring sounds as leafs ruffle.
Rivulets of motion in the aether disproportionate to the mercury vapor.
Spontaneous spontaneity riffing to the universe.
Unsung songs entering the mindstream.
Pitched so sweet the lyric and the rhyme the meter and the kiss.
Painted to perfection the sounds released.
Constants a measurement of the shift as the sands of time dance in gardens of sound.
Strings plucked in majors, and minors concealing realities.
Passing through this reality to the next in large and small dimensions.
Existing and not existing simultaneously.
Sounds so lovely. |
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| Internet Bookstore |
[Sep. 26th, 2009|03:41 pm] |
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A fun side project to get words and value into the world.
Bookstore
The letters they flow the letters they grow the letters will never stop.
Whether machine or man the character count keeps growing.
The sound will never stop. |
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| Practictioners of endangered light. |
[Sep. 24th, 2009|08:22 pm] |
They tell you no so you get and go.
To triumph is to persevere.
Ride around the country like paul revere.
It's not just another river dance it's a ghost dance set to trance.
How today wander's to the next.
Black and blue for you bruised ego put on your shoe's get up and dance.
Step forward's step back with the ghost dance trance.
Not another day like the next in this day not like another day.
Only moment's passing glance.
Console the day's passing light embrace the day and night.
Native history a realm to see a dream time in the light.
A blink of an eye and what do you see but the whole of all eternity.
Can you count on one hand and count on the other hand while counting all the rest of hands as it all winds down.
Day's pass and things last captured in bent existences toggling this way triddling that way ziddling another way constant to appease. |
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| snippets of time |
[Sep. 23rd, 2009|12:34 am] |
From prehistory to empire the art it had begun even to this very day the artist surely won.
Impressed upon the world and it's vest was a crest of artist's new and you.
Whether I manner well or baroque I still travel with the hippest dope.
New sound an underground of overground ideas.
Whether rocking rococo or neoclassical scold it's best to impress the eternal empress.
A hermitage of age and invention bearing romantic witness to many schools to come.
May your realism never be overdone.
Shall I print for the sake of modern art before fail to impress the french impressionist.
Matter spinning flatter in days of post impressionism.
I shall express quickly with an abstract flair.
To paint with ashes I never despair.
Still the time line turns.
To embrace the cubism through my futuristic abstract expressionism.
My new realism bent only surrealism left.
To destroy the current post modernistic hyper realism.
To leave with but a motif and a dot.
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