Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:17 am Post subject: Projects!
So I put out the idea of using the forum to kick around ideas and help each other out over the long weekend...
So on Thursday, we went over the 6 assumptions of classical physics and who disproved them. I was wondering who disproved cause and effect and a quote (or pg #) that supported that. If someone could answer this question, it would be a HUGE help. Thanks!
sorry sasha....i have no quote about this sixth assumption. but if i do find one ill be sure to post to to you.
on a slightly different matter, does anyone know a quote from einstein where he says something along the lines of "the only constant in the universe is the speed of light, and all other things are only relative truths?"
"On the inherent limits to how precisely events could be known...One measurement always made the other measurement uncertain." pg 136 Heisenberg
@ AJ-
Close to your question:
"he said that all motion is relative-which means that anybody is entitled to say that they are at rest, and to measure all motion relative to themselves." (and above that there's an example) pg 116
"There is no god given absolute time that applies to all observers." pg. 117
And then pg 119, the first paragraph of "Faster than light/backwards in time"
Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 10:33 pm Post subject: The truth about furbish
Foreword: Alrighty everybody so here is the exciting (and sligtly erotic) sequel to Furbish's adventure in light. I did not revise so well so there are probably some grammar mistakes throughout, but I do beleive it is very funny. Hope it conveys my definitions of Science, History, and Truty. KITTIES RULE!
The truth about Furbish
It was a good day for Furbish. The sun was on his back, his head was getting scratched, his back massaged, all while having Sally’s body heat warm him from below. Furbish knew that at this moment in time nothing except the stench of droppings from a mouse or a dog could break his good spirits. This fact had been proven to him time and time again by Sally’s unflinching love for Furbish. Sally knew this fact just as much as Furbish did. His constant purring and gently swishing tail certainly gave proof enough. However she knew that Furbish contained other weaknesses as well and it was not below Sally to give Furbish a little dose of catnip to brighten a dark mood he may be having. Furbish knew also that catnip was his crack, this was a proven fact… oh how he loved his crack—errr um I mean catnip… yeah. Yet not all was right in Furbish’s home sweet home. Every so often a man called Hector would come over to Sally’s apartment and Furbish would be subjected to his terrible idea of a petting. Hector’s petting was a heavy handed attempt at tenderness, of which only Hector seemed to appreciate. Hector may have believed his view on petting was correct, but Sally was the only one to know what tenderness was meant to be.
One night while Furbish was out hunting for crac—I mean, um, mice to chase out on the streets Hector and Sally were having a lovely dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant downtown. The couple was enjoying two steaming plates of bowtie pasta smothered in puttanesca sauce for their two year anniversary. Near the end of the meal Hector asked
“Would you like chocolate mousse here or have dippin dots at the stand outside?”
“What makes you think I want to have either of those desserts?” asked Sally right back.
“Well the last two times that we came to this restaurant I know that you had the mousse and the dippin dots outside, so I was merely attempting to guess at what you may wish to eat for dessert based on past events. Perhaps this is not suitable, but it is accurate (pg. 16, Herodotus),” said Hector.
“True, but I want to expand my horizons. I think tonight I will experience key lime pie and from eating that pie I will have gained more experimental fact. I need to know which dessert is better than the other somehow, but I can’t simply take someone’s word for a dessert’s deliciousness. (pg. 54, Galileo) To know the truth I need to taste the pie and then I will know the difference between the pie and the others. Specificity is needed when dealing with dessert,” she said as she smiled at him.
“You certainly love variety don’t you,” grinned Hector.
When the couple returned home they bumped into the door a little tipsy on sugar, champagne, and wine. As Sally stumbled into her apartment she giggled a little and started kissing Hector furiously. Hector, being just as tipsy as his girlfriend returned the favor. As they stumbled towards the bedroom slowly taking off their cloths they were not aware of a set of eyes watching them curiously. Furbish, had already returned successful in his hunt for cr—catnip. As the couple tumbled into the bedroom Furbish followed stealthily after them wondering what kind of atrocities Hector was up this time; perhaps more of that horrendous heavy petting. Unaware of this pair of eyes Sally said lustily,
“I’m gonna go *hic* get the KH brand intense gel *hic*.”
Sally had used this product before with Hector. The KantHegel gel was meant to enhance the entire sexual experience for both historian and scientist alike. Sally also knew that whenever they used it together the experience was always different always changing. During sex, Hector always changed his routine and always progressed so smoothly. His thesis matched Sally’s antithesis to form a higher greater more gratifying synthesis every single time. This was why Sally loved the KH gel so much. Each time they used it, it seemed like new stimulus was added to the experience each time. Sex seemed to take a different path for Sally every time she had it and the debate upon her favorite position still is taking revolutionary steps to this day (Hegel). Hector never was really aware of his senses when he and Sally made love, he was more of a retrospective thinker when it came to sex. It seemed to him that he had some sort of a priori knowledge when it came to sex. This knowledge seemed to affect him most when they were just lying in bed together. He attempted to explain his successfulness with Sally in bed by acknowledging that he knew Sally’s inner workings and this was the cause of his success. He said to himself “Causality is the only way in which the mind can grasp her workings.” (pg. 60) Meanwhile, sitting in a corner of the bedroom trembling slightly, Furbish had reached a conclusion that was an absolute fact: “I FUCKING DESPISE HEAVY PETTING!!!!”
The day after Furbish’s traumatic experience, Furbish decided that if he ever saw Hector again, claws would be extended in the direction his face. Hector, on the other hand, was feeling exceedingly happy and excited. He had bought the ring just a few days ago, but was too nervous to show it to Sally last night, but the sex had encouraged him. After two years of debate, amazing sex, and a generally wonderful relationship (besides a disgruntled cat) he would finally pop the question on Sally’s door step. He had thought about the past two years in depth before this decision and everything seemed to lead up to an amazing lasting relationship between him and Sally. As Sally opened the door Hector got down on one knee, opened his little black box and proposed on her doorstep. Sally and thought of this moment for the past year, all the while theorizing in her head how she would receive it in a glass of champagne at a fancy restaurant; but this was so much better. Seeing him flustered, smiling, and still wearing his pajama bottoms. The experiment of their relationship lasting two years had finally yielded a truth: “Yes!” she cried and lept on him. Out from under his kitty blanket Furbish spotted Hector smothering Sally with kisses. “Oh HELL NO!” he thought and lept hissing and spitting on top of him.
After locking Furbish in a cage for a time out Sally and Hector began planning their wedding. Furbish was left to think. He thought to himself “Well one things for sure, some humans may give great pettings, but they can disloyal as hell. I think I will find myself a nice crazy cat lady to settle down with. Or perhaps I will head back to my cardboard box in the hills.” Furbish began laying his own plans for escape while nodding off to sleep.
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