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Celastraceae (staff vine or bittersweet family) » Celastrus paniculatus
see-LAS-trus -- from the ancient Greek kelastros, the name of another tree
pan-ick-yoo-LAY-tus or pan-ick-yoo-LAH-tus -- referring to the flower clusters (panicles)
commonly known as: black-oil plant, celastrus, oriental bittersweet, intellect tree, staff tree • Bengali: kijri, malkangani • Gujarati: માલકંગના malkangana • Hindi: मालकंगनी malkangani • Kannada: ಭವಮ್ಗ bhavamga, ಜೊತಿಷ್ಮತಿ jotishmati, ಕರಿಗನ್ನೇ kariganne, ಕೊಉಗಿಲು kougilu • Konkani: माळकांगोणी malkangoni • Marathi: कांगुणी kanguni, माळकांगोणी malkangoni • Oriya: korsana, pengu • Sanskrit: अलवण alavan, ज्योतिषमति jyotishmati, कन्गु kangu • Tamil: குவரிகுண்டல் kuvarikuntal, மண்ணைக்கட்டி mannai-k-katti, வாலுளுவை valuluvai • Telugu: కాసరతీగె kasara-tige, మానెరు maneru • Urdu: کنگني مال malkanguni
Native to: India, China, Sri Lanka, south-east Asia
References: Flowers of India • Sahyadri Database • ENVIS - FRLHT • eFlora
I've always had a thing for glasses - even though my sight is actually fine - so I thought I would try out a cute librarian meets flamenco dancer look, matching the glasses and hair with my baby blue Dotti party dress that swayed around my hips and barely covered my bum as I had a dance in the living room!
Tricks of the Mind | March 2013TRICKS OF THE MIND - March 2013
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Hi,
A question we're often asked is what is Mind Magic? Mind Magic is using magic (of the conjuring variety) to create the illusion that you can read minds, influence people and demonstrate paranormal & extraordinary powers, e.g. ESP, moving objects with the power of your mind and predicting the future.
It is sometimes called mentalism, although we use the term Psychological Artistry, and has been shown to be popular in the programmes of Derren Brown and other magicians. The workshops we run not only reveal these often guarded tricks and secrets, but merge them with psychology and neuroscience so that we can use and apply these approaches in therapy, coaching, business etc. For more information on these workshops, please see mindsways.com/SMS/
All of our workshops, Sleight of Mind Set and The Fascination all use Mind Magic tricks, tools and techniques and Psychological Artistry. There is one overriding theme within them all; that is the Show Not Tell principle. The Show Not Tell principle is all about making people experience and feel the message rather than just be told. The Show Not Tell principle is about engaging through emotions, not just logic and reasoning. The intellect finds the logic to justify what the emotions have decided.
To see more information about The Fascination, please see mindsways.com/the-fascination. For more on Sleight of Mind Set workshops, please go to mindsways.com/SMS/ and for more about the Show Not Tell principle, please look at mindsways.com/SNT/
TRICKS OF THE MIND
The real power of Mind Magic and Psychological Artistry lies not with just the tricks, but the effect that the delivery of the tricks have on people. On the workshops and in the packs we give you the tricks, however, learning to use them and turn them into effects is where the real power lies.
Delivering these effects, you can evoke the making of the extraordinary. By combining the tricks with the energy of your words, your message and your personality, you make yourself stand out, stimulate fascination and create interest in you. This is when the real magic happens, in the minds of others. To see what other's have said about the workshops, please see mindsways.com/about/what-people-say/
To see a few interesting examples of how magic can be used in communication, please see mindsways.com/the-fascination# PsychologicalTED
WHAT IS PSYCHOLOGICAL ARTISTRY?
To start with there are many definitions of psychology, but the one that sums it up for me is "the science of how we think". Next is the Artistry part, again, there have been many definitions but I like to think that artistry is a blend of:
Creating connection, rapport and emotions
Telling stories
Gaining and holding attention
Producing insights
Displaying human nature
Cognition
Show, Not Tell
Multiple Moments of Interest, Interaction and Insights (MMI's)
Therefore, Psychological Artistry is the blending of these two to create a method for successful communication. Psychological Artistry is where science and art meet Mind Magic.
Psychological Artistry is a route to form:
New Ideas
New Voices
New Questions
New Perspectives
New Expressions for our Passions
New Experiments
Expanded horizons
Emotional Engagement
Using Psychological Artistry is a way to express your personality, it:
Improves personal delivery
Increases your visibility
Enhances personal image and style
Powerful differential
Creates presence and raises profile
Increases perceptual awareness
Learning Psychological Artistry and Mind Magic is all about gaining access to valuable and guarded secrets.
Interesting examples of how all is not as it appears are the McGurk effect and Prof. Richard Wiseman's "The Incredible Colour Changing Card Effect", a well-known Fred Astaire clip and Rory Sutherland's Perspective Is Everything talk. Please take a look here or go to mindsways.com/SMS. These illustrate both the power and the approach of Psychological Artistry. I would love to know what you think.
MINDFUL ILLUSIONS
Understanding how powerful a role illusions can play in our life is extremely important. We can get dragged into the illusion that we cannot change ourselves, and this can affect us very deeply. We have to keep in mind that these beliefs are based on neuro-pathways that have wired themselves together in our past, and though they may even dominate our thoughts now, brain plasticity means we do not have to have this in our future. To see more about this, please mindsways.com/SMS#InfiniteMind
The SNT kit, which you get included in the price for the Sleight of Mind Set workshop, clearly illustrates that this previous wiring does not have to equal the future. It clearly shows us that we cannot believe what we see, but we see what we believe. For more on the SNT kit, please see mindsways.com/SNT/
THE ART OF CRITICAL THINKING
Our mind is our greatest strength, but is also the root of many of our flaws and weaknesses. We are emotional beings and do not always follow logic and critical thinking. However, logic and critical thinking are learned skills that still play an important role in our lives. This is another benefit of learning about Mind Magic and Psychological Artistry, because logic and critical thinking are skills and abilities that can be deliberately practised and developed through Mind Magic.
We all have flaws in thinking, including;
Logical fallacies
False assumptions
Unreliable memories
Rule of thumbs thinking
Beliefs through illusions
These fallacies are all used and highlighted by magicians. Learning and understanding Mind Magic is about applying a rational and logical system to our emotional situation. It is this ability that allows you to demonstrate you value, engage people on a deeply interesting level and help others which dramatically increases with your understanding of Mindful Illusions, Mind Magic and Psychological Artistry.
THE WORKSHOPS
All the workshops start at 10:00 a.m. and finish at 4:30 p.m. These are being held around the country, in:
Sleight of Mind Set
Scunthorpe | 29th March 2013
London | 2nd May 2013 (NEW DATE)
Birmingham | 7th May 2013 (NEW DATE)
To register your place on the Sleight of Mind Set, please go to mindsways.com/SMS#BookNow
The Fascination
London | 2nd April 2013
Bath | 10th April 2013
Birmingham | 16th April 2013
To register your place on The Fascination, please see mindsways.com/the-fascination#BookNow
REGISTER YOUR PLACE NOW
In the workshops, we will explore how Psychological Artistry and Mind Magic provide important insights into how we think, how we learn and how we experience the world, whilst training you in the tricks of the trade. As part of this workshop, you are supplied with whole new sets of routines and ideas in The Fascination Pack. This pack has been purpose-built to combine the psychology of fascination with the allure of Mind Magic.
To register your place on either of the workshops, please go to mindsways.com/SMS and mindsways.com/the-fascination
Thanks,
George
P.S. Both the SNT kit and The Fascination Pack are available separately. To see more, please go to mindsways.com/SNT and mindsways.com/TFP
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“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad gita, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
In Memory of
Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler
Born at Aarau in the Canton of Argovie, Switzlerland
Oct 6, 1770
Having filled with honor both in his native and adopted country
offices of high trust and responsibility,
Died in Philadelphia
Nov, 20, 1843
In the most of his labors as Superintendent of
The United States Coast Survey
and
Standards of Weights and Measures
both great national work from their origin entrusted to
and conducted by him with distinguished reputation and success.
Strict integrity and love of truth with strength
and activity of intellect, characterized him as a man
whilst his various scientific writing as well as
the national works projected by him are alike
memorial of his laborious life and of his contribution
as a man of scientific instruction and improvement
of his fellow men.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The first superintendent of the United States Coast Survey, Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler was a Swiss-born and educated mathematician who came to the United States in 1805. His contributions to the Lewis and Clark expedition involved corrections and alterations to the maps and calculations of longitude and latitude made by the Captains. He was born in Aarau, Switzerland, 6 October 1770, and was educated in nearby Bern. He attended the University of Bern intending to study jurisprudence, but met Johann George Tralles, a German mathematician, who inspired Hassler to study science and mathematics.
In 1793, Hassler traveled to Paris to study astronomy under some of the foremost scientists in Europe at the time. He returned to Switzerland five years later, when the French invaded his country. He held several public offices during the French occupation, including the attorney general for Switzerland. However, in 1803, the French took control of geographically related surveys, and Hassler decided that he could not work under them. He and his family emigrated to the United States in 1805, settling in New York.
In 1807, President Thomas Jefferson appointed Hassler professorial position at the United States Military Academy at West Point on a recommendation from the Secretary of the Treasury, Albert Gallatin. Hassler taught mathematics, but apparently did not develop a good rapport with his students. He only taught the brightest students, and did not spend time with those who had less aptitude for math. In 1809, the Secretary of War William Eustis told Hassler that the government did not approve of civilians teaching at the Military Academy. Hassler resigned his position on 14 February 1810. He took another position as a Professor of Natural Philosophy and Mathematics at Union College in Schenectady, NY, in March, 1810. He again found that teaching did not well suit his tastes, nor did his style of teaching effectively inspire his students to study.
In 1812, congress appointed Hassler the superintendent of the first United States Coast survey. They sent him to France and England to collect supplies for his endeavor. The English, however, detained Hassler, thinking him an enemy spy. He returned to the United States in 1815, at which time the survey formally began. Two years later, dissatisfied with his work, Congress suspended the survey. Hassler tried his hand at farming in upstate New York, and then traveled to Richmond to privately tutor the children of wealthy families. He also started writing textbooks which included Analytical Trigonometry, Elements of Geometry, Systems of the Universe, and Elements of Arithmetic. He also compose an article for the publication of the American Philosophical Society, Transactions, in 1828. In that piece, he defended his methods for the Coastal survey. Many respected scientists read the article and approved of his methods, and wrote to express their support for his leadership of the project.
In 1830, President Andrew Jackson appointed Hassler as the gauger for the United States, determining the standards for weights and measures for the country. Two years later, Hassler resumed his work as the superintendent of the Coast survey. He served in both of those capacities until his death on 20 November 1843.
Information from:
"Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler." www.dean.usma.edu/math/about/history/hassler.htm. 19 October 2003.
White, James T., ed. "Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler." Appleton's Cyclopaedia of American Biography. New York: Appleton and Co, 1887-89. www.famousamericans.net/ferdinandrudolphhassler. 2001 "
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Howl
BY ALLEN GINSBERG
For Carl Solomon
I
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom,
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver—joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’ rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hung-over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steam-heat and opium,
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blur floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,
who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steamwhistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong & amnesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,
returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,
Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,
with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination—
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time—
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipsis catalogue a variable measure and the vibrating plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
II
What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!
III
Carl Solomon! I’m with you in Rockland
where you’re madder than I am
I’m with you in Rockland
where you must feel very strange
I’m with you in Rockland
where you imitate the shade of my mother
I’m with you in Rockland
where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries
I’m with you in Rockland
where you laugh at this invisible humor
I’m with you in Rockland
where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I’m with you in Rockland
where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio
I’m with you in Rockland
where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses
with you in Rockland
where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica
I’m with you in Rockland
where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx
I’m with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
I’m with you in Rockland
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
I’m with you in Rockland
where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void
I’m with you in Rockland
where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha
I’m with you in Rockland
where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb
I’m with you in Rockland
where there are twentyfive thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
I’m with you in Rockland
where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won’t let us sleep
I’m with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we’re free
I’m with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
San Francisco, 1955—1956
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i can't wait to leave.
only four months left.
i let so many people walk all over me
and i'm tired of it.
when i talk to you, i feel like a lot gets resolved.
but then, the moment we end the conversation, it's like i'm putting everything in a bag and shaking it until i'm blue in the face.
honestly, i don't know what to do.
i feel horrible all the time, and i feel like i'm doing everything wrong.
i guess i'll just do what comes naturally, or try to at least.
:/
"Paris is a mighty schoolmaster, a grand enlightener of the provincial intellect." -- Mary Elizabeth Braddon
"Intelligence is a natural phenomenon -- just as breathing is, just as seeing is. Intelligence is the inner seeing; it is intuitive. It has nothing to do with intellect. Never confuse intellect with intelligence, they are polar opposites. Intellect is of the head; it is taught by others, it is imposed on you. You have to cultivate it. It is borrowed, it is something foreign, it is not inborn. But intelligence is inborn. It is your very being, your very nature"
One day, a courtesan of unearthly beauty appeared at the Emperor’s court. Her skin was like silk and porcelain, and her eyes gleamed like polished onyx. Her body exuded an enchanting scent, and her robes were immaculate. She quickly endeared herself to the Emperor and his concubines; her unequaled grace was matched by a glittering wit and astonishing intellect, and though she appeared to be no older than twenty, there was no question that she could not answer. There seemed to be no limit to her knowledge and strange wisdom, and she was well-versed on every topic, from astronomy to Buddhist teachings. So profound was the Emperor’s fascination with this woman that he kept her by his side, day and night. One night, the Emperor and his court attended a performance of poetry and music at the serene Seiryoden. A strong gust of wind suddenly tore through the Leaping Tiger Garden into the performance hall, shaking the bamboo reeds and extinguishing the lanterns. The room was plunged into darkness, save for a warm, golden light that emanated from within the mysterious woman’s robes. She was aglow like the rising sun. Enthralled, the Emperor declared to his ministers that this woman must be an incarnation of the Buddha, and he named her Tamamo-no-Mae. Deeply in love and profoundly devoted, the Emperor exchanged weighty vows with his favored mistress, and showered her with gifts and affection.
Within months, the Emperor became ill. He was listless, his sword-hand faltered, his skin took on a grey cast, and his muscles began to sag. Horrified, his ministers went to all the priests and soothsayers in the land, begging them for answers. They had none. The ministers appealed to the people, begging them to raise their voices in prayer. The people loved the Emperor, and sent their prayers to the Gods. The Emperor’s condition did not change. Finally, the renowned astrologer, Abe no Yasuchika, divined the cause of the Emperor’s infirmity: Tamamo-no-Mae. She was not born of woman; her true form was that of a hundred-year-old, forty-two-foot-tall, two-tailed fox demon. Disguised as a beautiful courtesan, the demoness hoped to slowly kill the Emperor, and then take his place. Knowing that she was exposed, Tamamo-no-Mae fled the palace.
Horrified, the Emperor sent the greatest warriors in the land, Kazusa-no-Suke and Miura-no-Suke, to pursue and slay his former mistress. The creature was wily and elusive, and after many weeks of hunting, the warriors began to fear that they would be unable to bring the demon to justice, thus shaming themselves and their families. They vowed that they would commit suicide if they failed in their quest, and they prayed to the Gods for assistance. That night, a beautiful woman appeared to Miura-no-Suke in his dreams. Her lovely face was marred by weeping, and she begged the warrior to spare her life. He refused, and cut the woman down. Upon waking, he realized that the dream was an omen – they would find and kill the foxwoman this day – and the warriors resumed their hunt with renewed enthusiasm. The hunters spotted the fox on the Plains of Nasu, and Miura-no-Suke fired an arrow into her heart. She fell, and her body transformed into the Sessho-seki, the Killing Stone.
Tamamo-no-Mae’s scent is soft skin musk, brushed by white tea leaf, rice flower, black locust flower, white sandalwood kodo soke, dry ginger, benzoin gum, and Amacha.
7/26 Hands.
"Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain." -Carl Jung
Description: "The Deaf, Dumb, and Blind Girl" Julia Brace article, continued.
Full text: Article continued:
Transcend even the sagacity of a spaniel. Yet keeping in view all the aid which these limited facilities have the power of imparting, some of the discoveries and exercises of her intellect are still, in a measure, unaccountable.
As the abodes which from her earliest recollection she had inhabited were circumscribed and humble, it was supposed that at her first reception into the Asylum she would testify surprise at the comparative spaciousness of the mansion. But she immediately busied herself in quietly exploring the size of the apartments, and the height of the staircases; she even knelt, and smelled to the thresholds; and now, as if by the union of a mysterious geometry with a powerful memory, never makes a false step upon a flight of stairs, or enters a wrong door, or mistakes her seat at the table.
Among her various excellencies, neatness, and love of order are conspicuous. Her simple wardrobe is systematically arranged, and it is impossible to displace a single article in her drawers, without her perceiving and restoring it. When the large baskets of clean linen are weekly, brought from the laundress, she selects her own garments without hesitation, however widely they may be dispersed among the mass. If any part of her dress requires mending, she is prompt and skilful in repairing it and her perseverance in this branch of economy greatly diminishes the expense of her clothing.
Since her residence at the Asylum, the donations of charitable visitants have been considerable in their amount. These are deposited in a box with an inscription, and she has been made to understand that the contents are devoted to her benefit. This box she frequently poises in her hand, and expresses pleasure when it testifies and increase of weight; for she has long since ascertained that money was the medium for the supply of her wants, and attaches to it a proportionable value.
Through her habits are peculiarly regular and consistent, yet occasionally some action occurs which it is difficult to explain. One morning, during the past summer, while employed with her needle, she found herself incommoded by the warmth of the sun. She arose, opened the window, closed the blind, and again resumed her work. This move-
Publisher: The Juvenile Miscellany. Vol IV, No. 11. Press of Putnam and Hunt, Boston.
Date: 1828
Format: text
Digital Identifier: AG54-JB-0010
Rights: Samuel P. Hayes Research Library, Perkins School for the Blind, Watertown, MA
Here are some gentle musings on the burned Boleskine Manor that sits on the South-Eastern shore of Loch Ness in Scotland, two miles east of Foyers not far from Inverness. These edits are set here to give a glimpse of the structure and record of the fire. The Highlands have great geographic location full of beauty and they blessed with excellent lighting from the braes and banks of the Loch to the summit of the mountain top. These pictures were all taken quite quickly from outside the structure. Current media reports relate that Boleskine once home to Aleister Crowley and previously owned by Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin has of June 2019 e.v. found new owners. What follows are the sections from the prologue and epilogue to Henry V by William Shakespeare and then seven chapters from The Book of the Law all including a reference to fire always burning in the central text of Thelema. There are six chapters that mention flame. The Hexagram that maps out the macrocosm of cosmic forces designates traditional hermetic planets to the symbolic structure and it includes a centre point that is linked to the Sun. The central solar heart beat is the love rune of Hadit and the passionate purpose of Ra-Hoor-Khuit to continually woo Nuit and to eternally embrace Ma’at.
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“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!”
“Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursued the story,
In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
Small time, but in that small most greatly lived.”
The Book of the Law
Liber AL vel Legis
sub figura CCXX
as delivered by XCIII = 418 to DCLXVI
Chapter I
50. There is a word to say about the Hierophantic task. Behold! there are three ordeals in one, and it may be given in three ways. The gross must pass through fire; let the fine be tried in intellect, and the lofty chosen ones in the highest. Thus ye have star & star, system & system; let not one know well the other!
Chapter II
20. Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us.
24. Behold! these be grave mysteries; for there are also of my friends who be hermits. Now think not to find them in the forest or on the mountain; but in beds of purple, caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair about them; there shall ye find them. Ye shall see them at rule, at victorious armies, at all the joy; and there shall be in them a joy a million times greater than this. Beware lest any force another, King against King! Love one another with burning hearts; on the low men trample in the fierce lust of your pride, in the day of your wrath.
41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death!
Chapter III
11. This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruction from the ill-ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, o prophet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!
34. But your holy place shall be untouched throughout the centuries: though with fire and sword it be burnt down & shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awake the lust & worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globed priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!
67. Through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire.
From Geoffrey Farmer’s "The Intellection of Lady Spider House" at the Art Gallery of Alberta
"Down a dark dead end Farmer calls the Alley of Immigration, there is an opportunity to peer through a black curtain for perhaps the most bone-chilling moment of the experience: an encounter with David Hoffos’s lifelike projection Marianne Sitting, from the Scenes from the House Dream series. The woman sits on the floor, tapping her toe, checking her watch and – wow – looking directly at you, it seems." The Globe and Mail,Oct. 30, 2013
Tesla design models have influenced our intellects with clean power, high safety ratings and a wide array of 21st century technologies. Tesla, the purveyor of premium electric cars utilizes supercar acceleration and cat-like reflexes to also appeal to our lust for power and the primal urge to control and direct it. The Model 3 will begin pricing at $35,000 which is roughly half the cost of a base Model S. The base car will accelerate 0-60 mph in less than 6 seconds, enjoys an electric range of at least 215 miles per charge, seats five comfortably and provides storage from front and rear trunks. Expect deliveries yearend 2017.
For nearly 50 years, biophysicist and inventor Mária Telkes applied her prodigious intellect to
harnessing the sun’s power. She designed and built the first successfully solar-powered house
in 1949 but was perplexed by the knotty scientific challenge of developing a reliable and
economical way to store captured solar energy. She was also beset by rampant sexism and
fought pitched battles with her boss and colleagues — all men — at MIT’s Solar Energy Fund.
Despite these obstacles, Telkes persevered, helping to build another experimental solar-
powered house in 1971. Upon her death in 1995, she held more than 20 patents.
All photos in this set should be credited to Rahoul Ghose/PBS
In Memory of
Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler
Born at Aarau in the Canton of Argovie, Switzlerland
Oct 6, 1770
Having filled with honor both in his native and adopted country
offices of high trust and responsibility,
Died in Philadelphia
Nov, 20, 1843
In the most of his labors as Superintendent of
The United States Coast Survey
and
Standards of Weights and Measures
both great national work from their origin entrusted to
and conducted by him with distinguished reputation and success.
Strict integrity and love of truth with strength
and activity of intellect, characterized him as a man
whilst his various scientific writing as well as
the national works projected by him are alike
memorial of his laborious life and of his contribution
as a man of scientific instruction and improvement
of his fellow men.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The first superintendent of the United States Coast Survey, Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler was a Swiss-born and educated mathematician who came to the United States in 1805. His contributions to the Lewis and Clark expedition involved corrections and alterations to the maps and calculations of longitude and latitude made by the Captains. He was born in Aarau, Switzerland, 6 October 1770, and was educated in nearby Bern. He attended the University of Bern intending to study jurisprudence, but met Johann George Tralles, a German mathematician, who inspired Hassler to study science and mathematics.
In 1793, Hassler traveled to Paris to study astronomy under some of the foremost scientists in Europe at the time. He returned to Switzerland five years later, when the French invaded his country. He held several public offices during the French occupation, including the attorney general for Switzerland. However, in 1803, the French took control of geographically related surveys, and Hassler decided that he could not work under them. He and his family emigrated to the United States in 1805, settling in New York.
In 1807, President Thomas Jefferson appointed Hassler professorial position at the United States Military Academy at West Point on a recommendation from the Secretary of the Treasury, Albert Gallatin. Hassler taught mathematics, but apparently did not develop a good rapport with his students. He only taught the brightest students, and did not spend time with those who had less aptitude for math. In 1809, the Secretary of War William Eustis told Hassler that the government did not approve of civilians teaching at the Military Academy. Hassler resigned his position on 14 February 1810. He took another position as a Professor of Natural Philosophy and Mathematics at Union College in Schenectady, NY, in March, 1810. He again found that teaching did not well suit his tastes, nor did his style of teaching effectively inspire his students to study.
In 1812, congress appointed Hassler the superintendent of the first United States Coast survey. They sent him to France and England to collect supplies for his endeavor. The English, however, detained Hassler, thinking him an enemy spy. He returned to the United States in 1815, at which time the survey formally began. Two years later, dissatisfied with his work, Congress suspended the survey. Hassler tried his hand at farming in upstate New York, and then traveled to Richmond to privately tutor the children of wealthy families. He also started writing textbooks which included Analytical Trigonometry, Elements of Geometry, Systems of the Universe, and Elements of Arithmetic. He also compose an article for the publication of the American Philosophical Society, Transactions, in 1828. In that piece, he defended his methods for the Coastal survey. Many respected scientists read the article and approved of his methods, and wrote to express their support for his leadership of the project.
In 1830, President Andrew Jackson appointed Hassler as the gauger for the United States, determining the standards for weights and measures for the country. Two years later, Hassler resumed his work as the superintendent of the Coast survey. He served in both of those capacities until his death on 20 November 1843.
Information from:
"Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler." www.dean.usma.edu/math/about/history/hassler.htm. 19 October 2003.
White, James T., ed. "Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler." Appleton's Cyclopaedia of American Biography. New York: Appleton and Co, 1887-89. www.famousamericans.net/ferdinandrudolphhassler. 2001 "
www.vcdh.virginia.edu/lewisandclark/biddle/biographies_ht...
' t h e y ' by jem on [ finally woken ]
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T H E Y suck, devour, and ingest your essential powers, the inner strength, thanks to which you are human. T H E Y devour poeple, but leave them looking perfectly healthy on the outside. T H E Y suck out just the insides, leaving an ashen [Nothing]ness inside. T H E Y suck out fantasy, inspirations and intellect, as if it were everyday food or a refreshing drink. T H E Y are able to adjust to circumstances better than any other living creature. It's impossible to avoid T H E M; T H E Y are everywhere. It's T H E Y who fixed things so that in the eternal war between the darkness and the light a soulless gloom always wins. T H E Y discovered the near truth, which is worse than the blackest lie. If the human race really is doomed to extinction, it will be solely thanks to T H E M.
A hundred times I tried to logically refute T H E I R existence. But I reached the opposite goal -- I unarguably proved that T H E Y really exist. The simplest proof -- an argument ad adsurdum. Let's say T H E Y don't exist. There is no such subspecies of live creatures whose sole purpose is to kanuk people, to take away their intellectual and spiritual powers; that kingdom of sullen, flat faces doesn't exist.
Let's say none of that exists.
Then how can you explain humanity's structure, all the world's societies, all human communities, their aspirations and modes of existence? How can you explain that always and everywhere, as far as you can see, one idiot rules a thousand intelligent people, and they quietly obey? Whence comes the silent gray majority in every society? Would a person who wasn't kanuked think of vegetating in a soulless condition and say that's the way everything should be? Why is it always enough to arrest a thousand for the just cause of a million to be doomed? Who raises and sets all governments on the throne, who hands the scepter to Satan's servants -- to all sorts of Stalins, Hitlers or Pol Pots? How do thousands, even millions of people disappear in the presence of all, and the others supposedly don't even notice? How does humanity manage to forget its history and repeat that which has already caused catastrophe more than once? Where does everyone's intelligence and memory disappear to at such moments? What instills the tendency in a human to betray the seekers of justice, knowing perfectly well that they are seekers of justice? Where does that secret desire come from, when a person is up to their neck in sh!t, to use all his strength to drown another who's still trying to scramble out? How could censorship, whose sole purpose is to hide the truth, exist in a human society that hasn't been kanuked?
Why doesn't a single theory answer these simple questions? Why do all the great philosophical systems, all the Hegels and Kants together, fail to explain these basic things? Why?
Maybe that's the way, and just that way, that man unavoidably is? Maybe all of these horrifying things aren't the province of theory, but rather axioms that you'll neither prove nor disprove? Maybe a soulless doom is programmed into all of us from the start? Every nation has the kind of government it deserves, and so on?
I cannot bear assumptions like that, assumptions that acrimoniously belittle people. I can't bear them! But an investigator must be calm and objective, must rely only on facts.
Children deny those revolting assumptions. The very existence of children. A foolish boy who tries to boss the neighborhood kids around will be ridiculed immediately. There is no silent gray majority in the world of children. You could arrest a thousand, a million children, but as long as at least one remains alive and free, there will be a child's view of justice in the world, there will be someone to shout that the king is naked. An unspoiled child tries to be more like the stronger or smarter ones, not to pull them down. No, no, a human isn't born a kanukas!
The ruination takes over later, when children are taught to rat on others, when they learn it's not worth ridiculing the kid with pretensions to be a little king, since he's the boss's son. When someone convinces them (convinces without presenting any arguments) that it's imperative to participate in the idiotic play of life, even knowing it's idiotic. Convinces them there is no choice -- either float in the ship of fools, or drown.
How can you explain all of this, supposing T H E Y don't exist?
ERGO: T H E Y EXIST.
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_excerpt from ' v i l n i u s_ p o k er ' a novel by _ l i t h u a n i a n _ a u t h o r _ r i c a r d a s_ g a v e l i s .
Also known as Brain Demons, Cerebriliths use their psionic powers to feast on the intellect of mortal men.
John Higgins, DG Intellect Trade Association, visiting the ESA stand, 19 July 2010, Farnborough Airshow.
Women: by curves of emotion
~ .James Joyce
All the photos this week were taken at, or around the Ottawa Convention Centre.
Manufacturer: Grenadier
Line: AD&D "Solid Gold" line
Set: Dwellers Below
Figure: Intellect devourer
Base markings: none
Release date: 1980
Sculptor: Andrew Chernak
Painter: Spooktalker
Date painted: 2009
In this image, Duncan Rawlinson brilliantly blurs the lines between photography and modern AI-powered image generation tools to produce a visually captivating portrayal of OpenAI's ChatGPT.
Rawlinson starts with his signature photographic method, leveraging his prowess in capturing the nuances of his subjects. His choice of the Phase One XF IQ4 150MP Camera ensures an unmatched level of detail, a testament to his commitment to quality.
From this photographic foundation, Rawlinson skillfully transitions to the digital art realm. The AI's "head" and its complex neural network are not captured through the lens, but through the precise and calculated application of AI image generation tools. These tools allow him to visualize an abstract concept like a neural network, converting it into tangible lines and nodes, interweaving through the AI's head.
The creation process is thus a symbiotic dance between high-resolution photography and AI-driven digital art. Rawlinson marries the tactile realism of photography with the boundless possibilities of AI-powered graphic design. The result is a unique hybrid image, demonstrating how AI can be used as an artistic tool to bring abstract concepts to life.
By creating the image in his signature style, Rawlinson adds a layer of artistic interpretation to the AI's representation. He invites the viewer to appreciate not only the AI's intricate complexity but also the novel way in which traditional photography can be elevated by modern AI tools. This image stands as a testament to the intersection of art, technology, and human creativity.
It is not often that I get to actually meet one of my Flickr friends. Nocturnal.Intellect is actually someone I have know from the Yahoo 360 days when she used to blog and I actually read. She used to live in the Phoenix area and comes back every year for a visit. We had a chance to get together in Scottsdale before she and Dean headed out on a few days of sightseeing.
In Memory of
Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler
Born at Aarau in the Canton of Argovie, Switzlerland
Oct 6, 1770
Having filled with honor both in his native and adopted country
offices of high trust and responsibility,
Died in Philadelphia
Nov, 20, 1843
In the most of his labors as Superintendent of
The United States Coast Survey
and
Standards of Weights and Measures
both great national work from their origin entrusted to
and conducted by him with distinguished reputation and success.
Strict integrity and love of truth with strength
and activity of intellect, characterized him as a man
whilst his various scientific writing as well as
the national works projected by him are alike
memorial of his laborious life and of his contribution
as a man of scientific instruction and improvement
of his fellow men.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The first superintendent of the United States Coast Survey, Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler was a Swiss-born and educated mathematician who came to the United States in 1805. His contributions to the Lewis and Clark expedition involved corrections and alterations to the maps and calculations of longitude and latitude made by the Captains. He was born in Aarau, Switzerland, 6 October 1770, and was educated in nearby Bern. He attended the University of Bern intending to study jurisprudence, but met Johann George Tralles, a German mathematician, who inspired Hassler to study science and mathematics.
In 1793, Hassler traveled to Paris to study astronomy under some of the foremost scientists in Europe at the time. He returned to Switzerland five years later, when the French invaded his country. He held several public offices during the French occupation, including the attorney general for Switzerland. However, in 1803, the French took control of geographically related surveys, and Hassler decided that he could not work under them. He and his family emigrated to the United States in 1805, settling in New York.
In 1807, President Thomas Jefferson appointed Hassler professorial position at the United States Military Academy at West Point on a recommendation from the Secretary of the Treasury, Albert Gallatin. Hassler taught mathematics, but apparently did not develop a good rapport with his students. He only taught the brightest students, and did not spend time with those who had less aptitude for math. In 1809, the Secretary of War William Eustis told Hassler that the government did not approve of civilians teaching at the Military Academy. Hassler resigned his position on 14 February 1810. He took another position as a Professor of Natural Philosophy and Mathematics at Union College in Schenectady, NY, in March, 1810. He again found that teaching did not well suit his tastes, nor did his style of teaching effectively inspire his students to study.
In 1812, congress appointed Hassler the superintendent of the first United States Coast survey. They sent him to France and England to collect supplies for his endeavor. The English, however, detained Hassler, thinking him an enemy spy. He returned to the United States in 1815, at which time the survey formally began. Two years later, dissatisfied with his work, Congress suspended the survey. Hassler tried his hand at farming in upstate New York, and then traveled to Richmond to privately tutor the children of wealthy families. He also started writing textbooks which included Analytical Trigonometry, Elements of Geometry, Systems of the Universe, and Elements of Arithmetic. He also compose an article for the publication of the American Philosophical Society, Transactions, in 1828. In that piece, he defended his methods for the Coastal survey. Many respected scientists read the article and approved of his methods, and wrote to express their support for his leadership of the project.
In 1830, President Andrew Jackson appointed Hassler as the gauger for the United States, determining the standards for weights and measures for the country. Two years later, Hassler resumed his work as the superintendent of the Coast survey. He served in both of those capacities until his death on 20 November 1843.
Information from:
"Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler." www.dean.usma.edu/math/about/history/hassler.htm. 19 October 2003.
White, James T., ed. "Ferdinand Rudolph Hassler." Appleton's Cyclopaedia of American Biography. New York: Appleton and Co, 1887-89. www.famousamericans.net/ferdinandrudolphhassler. 2001 "
www.vcdh.virginia.edu/lewisandclark/biddle/biographies_ht...
From Encyclopédie, 1751-1772, by Denis Diderot (1713-1784)
The first encyclopaedia, formed by contributions from the great intellects of the Age of Enlightenment, Diderot’s Encyclopédie was an unorthodox and advanced work that challenged religious authority and natural law. Covering each and every branch of human knowledge, including the printing of books themselves, it is one of the great early works of free thought and still acts as a great reference source today.
Encyclopédie : ou Dictionnaire raisonné des sciences : des arts et des métiers / par une société de gens de lettres ; mis en ordre & publié par M. Diderot... & quant à la partie mathématique, par M. d'Alembert....
Paris : chez Briasson... [et al], 1751-65
Cadbury Research Library r f AE25.D5-1751
i won the bidding on eBay. Canada Post delivered it within a couple weeks. Home sweet home.
Symbolism of KIMONO patterns
“Crane” 鶴(TSURU) symbolizes longevity, good fortune, fidelity, a symbol for peace, hope and healing in challenging times.
"Phoenix" 鳳凰(HOUOU) was adopted as a symbol of the imperial household, particularily the empress. This mythical bird represents fire, the sun, justice, obedience, fidelity, and the southern star constellations. The maeaning of Phoenix in Japan is very similar to China. It is the symbol of peace.
"Peacock" 孔雀(KUJAKU) is associated with an emblem of love, compassionate watchfulness, good will, nurturing, and kind-heartedness.
“Mandarin duck” オシドリ(OSHIDORI)means that to strengthen the togetherness of the husband and wife and also help them achieve marital bliss. “Mandarin duck” can also be used by people who are finding difficult to search a life partner. It also helps to bring a good luck in ones love life. They are also the best enhancers for married couples and help to solve problems in married life.
“Pheasant” キジ(KIJI) is a divine messenger for Amaterasu(shining in heaven), the great sun goddess, abundance and promise.
"Swallow" ツバメ(TSUBAME) is a symbol of good luck, fidelity in marriage, and fertility.
“Turtle” 亀(KAME) is a symbol for longevity and cosmic order.
“Butterflies” 蝶(CHOU) represent joy and longevity, fine beauty and delicate.
“Cherry blossom” 桜(SAKURA) is a symbol of love, joy and spiritual awareness.
"Pine Trees" 松(MATSU) represent longevity, good fortune, steadfastness and immortality.
“Imperial chrysanthemum” 菊(KIKU) is a symbol of healing properties for drunkenness, nervous disability and general debilitating illnesses as well as endurance and integrity.
"Peony" 牡丹(BOTAN) is a symbol of nobility and value, as well as the ideals of fortune and wealth.
“Plum blossom” 梅(UME) is a symbol of endurance, hope, virtue and longevity.
"Cedar tree” 杉(SUGI) is a symbol for healing, cleansing and rituals of protection.
“Wisteria tree” フジ(FUJI) is a symbol of romance and the mysteries of a great and enduring love.
"Maple" カエデ(KAEDE) is a symbol of great blessings, elegance, beauty, and grace.
“Iris” カキツバタ(KAKITSUBATA) signify protection from evil spirits.
“Bellflower” キキョウ(KIKYO) is a symbol of unchanging love, honesty and obedience.”
“Cloud” 雲(KUMO) is a symbol of air, water, and heaven which represent the balance between emotion and intellect.
“Mountains” 山(YAMA) depict sacred places between heaven and earth, and birds flying over mountains signify overcoming life’s challenges.
“River” 川(KAWA) represents continuity and the future.
“SENSU” (扇子) is a symbol of friendship, respect, good wishes and social status.
“TAIKO" 太鼓 (Japanese traditional drum)”is a symbol of purification to dispel evil spirits. Taiko existed and was used in the ancient Japan over symbolic significance in Buddhism.
The attraction of Catholicism on a purely human level is encompassed by a rich tradition of philosophy, art, ethics, literature, theology, poetry, mysticism, and charitable service. How could one not be compelled by the kindness Mother Teresa or the winsome joy of St. Francis? Who could refrain from delighting in Gerard Manley Hopkins or being awed by a powerful intellect such as that of St. Thomas Aquinas or St. Augustine?
Surpassing this, however, is the Catholic Church's bearing witness to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The Catholic Church claims to be the church that Jesus Christ founded. That is a big claim with which a person of any intellectual honesty must wrestle. She proclaims redemption from one's sin and a promise of hope and everlasting beatitude.
The word "solace" does not capture the experience of knowing and loving Christ and being connected to Him with His saints through the church He founded and at the helm of which he placed St. Peter. This is something utterly apotheotic.
The Church is often criticized for the supposed rigidity of her doctrine and morals. However, truth be told, the only verisimilitude of her doctrine to walls is, as Chesterton observed, that they are the walls of a playground. Her moral and doctrinal teachings circumscribe the limits of a world in which authentic freedom is realized and enjoyed without frustration or compunction. All is grace, said St. Therese of Lisieux.
This is not to say that the Church is without her challenges or that to be a Catholic is not without its own frustrations. But these are of a different kind. A Catholic is frustrated when fellow Catholics and Catholic parishes approach the faith self-centeredly or as they would any other area of life. That is, when they do not come to recess, to keep with Chesterton's comparison. One's faith is not to be approached with the banal attitude one takes toward hygiene or the superficial collegiality characterized by Super Bowl parties.
Frustrating indeed are hierarchical malfeasance, chummy-feel-good travesties of the Holy Mass, the fact of Catholics' indistinct practice from others on matters of contraception or divorce, and the like. Admittedly, when fellow Catholics do not recognize the dignity that is theirs by virtue of their baptismal calling, when they do not embrace the high adventure of being Catholic, it is disconcerting, especially for a convert to Catholicism such as I am.
The challenge for the Church now, especially in the West, is to reinvigorate in its members a sense of joy in being called by God to new life and accepting the challenges of being Catholic. Baptized Catholics must learn the faith anew.
Secondarily, the Church must once again -- and as always -- proclaim the Gospel to non-Catholics and do this in a way that is sensitive to today�s religious pluralism. The peculiar situation of our time is that lay Catholics must be the ones to do the preaching: in the office, the home, the clinic, and the clique. And they must do it with not only their voices, but with their lives and their hearts. Evangelization, proclaiming the Good News, must be accepted as one's Christian duty and carried out with the fervency of one who is trying to save another's life.
Christian life is a gift, and gifts are meant to be shared especially with the poor, the suffering, the lonely, the reprobate, the apathetic, and above all, anyone who is searching.
how often does your heart (feelings, emotions) over rule the logic of your rational head (mind, intellect)?
Hush
Real name: Thomas Elliot
First Appearance: 2003
Abilities: Thomas Elliot is a neurologist possessing a genius level intellect.
Born a child of wealth and privilege, young Tommy Elliot became close friends with Bruce Wayne. A short time later, Bruce’s parents met an untimely demise at the whim of a mugger’s bullet. Tommy discovered that Bruce had inherited the entire Wayne family fortune. Jealous of his affluent friend, Tommy crafted a scheme to earn his own fortune. He severed the brake lines to his parents’ car, sending the vehicle caroming off the side of the road. Tommy’s father was instantly killed, but his mother managed to survive. Tommy eventually came into possession of the fortune that he so desperately wanted, but he had to wait years, watching his mother suffer and ultimately succumb to cancer. Twisted by his own avarice, he inwardly blamed Bruce Wayne for his perceived “good fortune” – a mentality that would one day fuel an elaborate plot to destroy Bruce Wayne altogether.
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