Bool Lots
We have a set of A's and a set of B's. A's can be combined with B's, but not A's with A's, and not B's with B's. That is the nature of A and B, and is not open to dispute.

When selected A's and B's are put through an OR gate, the results are as follows:

A₁ + B₁ = 0
A₁ + B₂ = 1
A₂ + B₁ = 1
A₂ + B₂ = 1

From this it follows that both A₁ and B₁ are 0.

This has been a very difficult way of explaining that a certain CD wouldn't play in one player, but it would in the other, and that the player wouldn't play the certain CD, but it would another. O

Phil’s Wise Words
Zeekomkommer.nl

The subtitle says:
“But be glad you're not over here.” O

“Not Completely”
I can go there but I sure as heck ain't gonna let them in here. O

On Stage
I have somewhat developed the potentially embarrassing habit of partially acting out what I'm thinking about.

I imagine talking to someone, speaking, making hand motions, and a moment later I realise I'm actually talking and making the motions. Without a soul in the room.

Not unlike talking in your sleep.
I do enjoy plenty of daydreaming, during the waking hours — which thereby become less wake than they could be.

It might also be a result of being less self-conscious than Before, and caring worrying less about exposing myself, about communicating what's in my head. Not completely, just less.

I think that's a good thing. I like it, in any case, which is all that matters, really. After all, who has the authority to say otherwise? O

Baked Goods
Who do I think is best?
And who do I want to win?

Questions like these pester me through the day and force me into sleepless nights!

That's why I ignore them.
Sandwich, anyone?
*chomp* O

Name Your Sources
I've written a small Javascript function that appends the name and the source URL to a quote. In order to use it, one must use BLOCKQUOTE to insert quoted material, and add the cite attribute with the following syntax:

cite="Peter|http://www.petersplace.com/"

The source name and the source URL are separated by the pipe ( | ) character, which, as I see it, was designed to separate items inside a string (unlike the semicolon, which is just plain punctuation). If you don't add the cite attribute, the script will do nothing, and you'll have a plain, linkless blockquote.

As an extra, it will add the class citelink to each source link, allowing you to freely use CSS for it.

It goes like this:

function showSource()
{
  var quotes = document.getElementsByTagName('BLOCKQUOTE');
  
  for (var i = 0; i < quotes.length; i++)
  {
    if (quotes[i].getAttribute('cite'))
    {
      var citeAnchor = document.createElement('A');
      var cite = quotes[i].getAttribute('cite');

      if (cite.indexOf('|') != -1)
      {
        var citeHref = cite.substr((cite.indexOf('|')+1));
        var citeWho = '- ' + cite.substring(0,cite.indexOf('|'))
      }
      else
      {
        var citeHref = cite;
        var citeWho = 'Source';
      }

      var citeContent = document.createTextNode(citeWho);
  
      citeAnchor.appendChild(citeContent);
      quotes[i].appendChild(citeAnchor);
      citeAnchor.className = 'citelink';
      citeAnchor.href = citeHref;
    }
  }
}

O

Fire!
Hold on to your hats. O

Inner Voice
Oh gee I've fallen in like with you but you should know that that doesn't mean I've fallen in love with you I just like to play with words and expressions and use them in new ways that make sense afterwards and upon closer inspection O

I Like You

...en toen ze aan het eind van haar verhaal "toch?" zei en op een antwoord wachtte, zei ik dat ik niet had geluisterd om dat ik naar haar had zitten kijken*

Hoofdletter B.

*) ...and at the end of her story, when she said: "...right?" and was waiting for a reply, I said I hadn't been listening because I had been looking at her. O

In Short
Face lit by computer monitor.
Text, typography, information.
Copious amounts of tea and cookie.
Hands carrying sketch-, text- or notebook.
Fountain pen with black ink, 2B/3B pencil.
Hands-on cooking.
Music. As complex, melodic, chaotic, dramatic, subtle, pure and massive as I can take it. O

Visibility
I very much enjoy close-up photography. Even more so when it's of something organic, like the classic bug-on-a-flower. Give that to me in a crisp, bright image of 1500 pixels square, and see my blinking rate dropping dramatically.

The best close-ups are those of human faces. Page-sized photos of a person's face are terribly captivating and I can just stare at them, feeling the image with my eyes, the texture of the skin, the folds and wrinkles, the smoothness of an eye, the sharp-roundish edges of the nose and lips. Al the individual strands of hair, growing from the skin. The way the neck disappears into the collar. That's my beauty. I might even freeze, caught in the microscopic world of the image. O

Linkput
The End Of The World. O

Easy As 1-2-3
null
true
bit
crowd
elements
fingers
beast
mana
ought
nearly
21%11 O

Mannerism

*twitch* O

Raw, Unprocessed Data
I have before me, a sheet of paper, containing a host of scribbles. The line of thought was directly caused and inspired by Suzanne's post about the People Markup Language, then continued by the first Hour of The Elegant Universe. Below is a part chronological, part left-to-right transcript of the sheet. A huge amount of nonsense, in part, but I love it when my mind races.

INFORMATION
- virtual existence
- destructable not only into component parts of unusable fragments, but also into absolute nothingness
- I think, therefore I am
- can you reduce everything to a single set of unchangeable properties for all instances of an existence?
- everything is the same. My mind is the same as the screen you're looking at is the same as a brick wall
- existence = interactions. If interactions are absolute, there is existence.
- a vicious, self-fulfilling catch-22 prophecy circle with no way in, but a way out
1. you cannot go from non-existence to existence
2. you can go from existence into non-existence
C: existence must exist. Existence is the only option for itself.
- Time? Chaos? Thermodynamics?

gravity is related to electromagnetism the way a stone is related to the ripples of a pond it is thrown in
problem: metaphor contains undefined simile: water. Space-time-fabric continuum?

basic thinking
where to look

flock of birds = big organism
emergent behaviour
simple interactions cause strange, unrelated behaviours on a macroscopic scale.

General Relativity = smooth, predictable
Quantummechanics = turbulent, uncertain, chaotic
Noise gets filtered as scale increases

Noise = fundamental

GenRel = interactions within QM

energy (mass) and gravity are emergent existences from the interactions of quantummechanics

take care not to overload on information and see patterns where none exist

virtual existence (GenRel) based on virtual existence (QM) based on Must-Be (1). O

Make A Face
It's common knowledge by now.
Avatar Creator



I order everyone reading this to get one as quickly as possible. O

Three Words To Make A Man Laugh
Utterly O

^&*$%#!
And now, an entry in French. I ask your forgiveness and understanding. It's bad.

After a GODDAMN TIRING DAY the LAST fucking thing I cunt-fucking well NEED is a dick bitch-ass piece of bullshit RAIN STORM fucking DROWNING me in my own mother-fucking bitch COAT. Gah! O

Genie
I just had a small idea for a small mysterious cube, the size of a tennis ball, completely black, smooth and shiny. It would be completely seamless, save for it having a small red light that looks like a LED, but doesn't look quite familiar, compared to the LEDs we all know from our stereos, TVs and computers. It would be more a small, not quite square, flat area near the corner of a side that blinks occasionally, like the LED of a hard drive.

A curious geek passer-by would notice it lying on the street, just there on the asphalt between lanes, pick it up, find it a very strange little object, and take it home. There, he'd turn on his computer and place the little box on top of it.

Then the box would start to make a very soft, high-frequency sound and its light would start blinking rapidly. The person's system would start to behave erratically, opening and closing programs, reading through files with incredible speed and finally, after everything has settled down, a small, black icon would have appeared in the system tray, and above it, a single line of text, that says: Hi. Who are you?.

The following plot developments would be centered around the box and the geek forming a close friendship, and, to a lesser degree (in order to avoid Hollywood/Spielberg style stuff) the geek trying to protect the box from Evil Scientists who'd like nothing better than to screw open the thing and see what's inside, although, while the antagonists of the story do get their hands on the box, they can't open it, because the technology that created it is so incredibly superior to ours, our tools and scanners cannot grapple it or do any damage to it.

The philosophical/anthropological implications of a full mind inside a box would be the most important part of the story.

It could end by the box being incorporated into an android, like in the story of Bicentennial Man, where Robin Williams, a not-too-human looking household robot is modified to be a fully artificial and emotionally valid human being.

The actual origin of the box would remain unclear, but the ending would not be as open/unfulfilling as in Contact: "What's strange is that it recorded eight hours of static." — End. O

1 + The Rest
Still, I never feel like I belong. Closely affliated sometimes, but never really on the inside.

Entirely new issue, though.
Food for thought. O

Headphone Dosage
I had put it to rest for almost a year, and,
In the dark,
It made me sweat,
It made me twitch,
It rendered me unable to move for about ten minutes after it ended.
It is not music; it is virtual energy that resonates with my being.

I have prepared a small graphic that illustrates the unsurpassed quality of this album, which' emulatability now holds the status: Don't Even Try.

This is the graphic:
O

Score!
new Meditation()
Result++
Fear-- O

Universivity
Okee, 'ns even op een rijtje (na van een A4tje vol te hebben weggestreept).

(Hogere) Informatica
Psychologie
Computer Science/-technologie
Fiselefie/Wijsbegeerte
Engelse Taal & Cultuur
Antropolopologie
Algemene Letteren
Bio-Informatica
(Cognitieve) Kunstmatige Intelligentie
Informatie-/Kennistechnologie
Taalwetenschappen

Moeilijk, hoor, kiezen.
En isj doer, ja. Hele doer. Maar ik kan een jaartje stug doorwerken waar ik nu zit, en spul op een spaarrekening zetten etc, en dan hoef ik misschien niet zo veel te lenen... Ik heb altijd geld gehad, dus je begrijpt mijn aversie tegen* lenen. Ik was zelfs erg trots toen ik, op mijn 8e (of daaromtrent) telde dat mijn spaarvarkentje al fl 100,- bevatte. Wereldbedrag! I heb nu het veertigvoudige tot mijn beschikking... en wil ik er eens echt iets leuks mee doen, is het nog niet genoeg.

Nah ja, dat idee van een nieuwe computer die ik in gedachten had zullen we maar even in de weckpot stoppen tot nader rekeningafschrift.

De meeste — bijna allemaal, zelfs — zijn 3 jaar. Dat vind ik een beetje vreemd, eigenlijk. Zou dat door het Bachelor/Master systeem komen? 3 jaar bachelor, en dan een extra apart jaar voor je master's degree?

...

Kijk, dan is zo'n decaan toch nog ergens goed voor.

*) "Aversie" is al negatief. Zou het dan niet "aversie voor" moeten zijn? O

Gaime
Let's get ready to ramble!^TM
Frooping fish making mystique highways across the thin slip of film that covers your skin when the pizza under the bridge by Red Hot yellow pepper walks steadily along the benchmark all the while creating frunch snoopers line by line and there's just nothing I can do about it because the fun only starts when you go out and do stuff like giving splap to a fling and making sure the splorp doesn't flatter too much of your blue hindsight eyes wuth the irises that shift and close with every passing second or moment and never, ever try to cover up your lookview if I try to hold the things that dear me to the others but I can't seem to glorify brainwaves on the cheese and the loaf which is good foot and hallowing the plate in which they arrived, the shenanigans left as quickly as they came, leaving nothing but a trace behind their sofas, where I found it later on and to my amazement, the pencils were still attached to the slongs of wood making high inmarks on the wall of my structure loving when they paint the picture nice and clear but vague away with the fortwith and the naturalists who strive to plofil nerrative secoonda ferdoont plonk nichtarasta a slemifop and suchmore of this particular question which is of no use to us but we have to do it anyroad or path or sidewalk, perhaps curb the kerb emotion styles with pink and yellow and blue and light blue, moving in circles, the curves, the shapes, the sharpness, the smoothness the softness unwilling participants during the massive festivals that spray around in bellowing drops of sound and laughter, colourizing the landscape as they remove from the universe completely, reducing to component waveforms, energy, and then smear across the fabrics of Everything; in order to heave chests into chests and enclose them in iron casings, ready to withstand the harshest of paintings and crudest manner of unintended expressions which due to inprevention never happen at all, in the mirror all the time and not once, still often still. O

Two Men In Trenchcoats,
My boss forwarded me a Reminder from his Outlook Calendar.
It said:

29 March - Miek and Roger here to see Willem

I am very curious to see what will happen on the 29th, because I have no idea who Miek and Roger are.

Oh. O

In Disguise
Having a dream in which you are making tender love to your three-month-pregnant wife and absolutely loving every cubic centimeter of her own being and the one she's containing can leave you waking up with a peculiar feeling.

A feeling which will likely fade during the day, but you can't have everything, can you. O

Sit.
Coffee
Black.
White cup of of coffee.
Of black coffee.
Very black coffee.
Very white and clean cup of black coffee.
In a window sill.
White cup of black coffee on a white dish in a white-painted sill.
With a green plant.
With lots of leaves.
And another.
With less leaves.
Both green.
Two green plants and a white cup of black coffee.
In a white window sill.
Against a blue sky.
A blue sky.
White cup against a blue sky.
Two green leafy plants and a white cup of black coffee against a blue sky outside the window.
Through clear glass.
Blue sky.
Leafy plants in the window sill with the white cup of black coffee.
Grey shapes of bald trees outside the window.
Against a blue background.
White cup of black coffee on a white dish with leafy plants in the window sill against a blue sky background and grey bald winter trees.
Black coffee. Hot.
Cold outside against the blue background and grey trees.
White cup of hot black coffee and leafy green plants.
One plant not as leafy as the other.
Brown wood underneath the windowsill.
The sill.
Brown wood underneath.
Brown.
Brown.
Wood.
Sill.
White cup of black coffee.
White window sill above brown wood and a white cup of black coffee on a white dish and leafy plants.
Green leafy plants and brown wood and in between a white window sill.
White sill.
Brown wood.
Green plants.
White cup.
Black coffee.
Blue sky.
Grey trees.
White cup of black coffee on a white window sill above brown wood against a blue sky and grey trees.
Grey trees against a blue sky.
Yellow sun.
Yellow sun in the blue sky behind te grey trees behind the clear glass behind the leafy plants behind the white cup of black coffee atop the white sill above the brown wood.
Of the wall.
Rosy brick.
Above the wood.
Rosy brick above the brown wood around the white window around the grey trees and the blue sky and the yellow sun.
The yellow sun and the leafy plants and the white cup of black coffee and the dark shadow on the white window sill.
Green leafy plants next to the white cup of hot coffee.
Cup of coffee.
Hot cup.
Hot cup of coffee.
Cup of hot coffee.
In the white window sill.
Coffee.
Plants.
Leafy.
Green.
Black.
Yellow.
White.
Dark.
Clear.
Rosy.
Brown.
Coffee. O

Lost In Translation
I loved it.

I read a review that explicitly stated that between the two of them a romance did not develop, just a "deep sympathy" — so you can see how I'm apt to believe the writer of that review has never actually seen the movie.

Though,
I really hated the way how her lips appeared silicon-puffy, because the rest of her is verily extremely darn eye-opening-despite-possible-smoke-or-dust-filled-air kindly girlishly intelligently beautiful.

Pathé de Munt, € 7,50. Student's privilege. O

Physichiatry
With the intent of knowing at what point after opening a window the draft actually freshens the air inside, I ended up at the strange, almost esotherical issue of whether warmth is bound to the molecules by which it is carried, or that the temperature of a gas is effectively a separate entity, a kind of meta-gas, and whether, if you coloured two mixing gases according their temperature, the image would be substantially different from the the image created if the the gases themselves were coloured.

It could be that temperature transfers more quickly from gas to gas, than the actual mixing of the two gases.

If that's true, then my feeling the cold draft says absolutely nothing of the quality of the air inside my walls and I can't use it as a signal that I can close the damn windows cuz it's gettin' cold.

Drat.
I hate it when I sound right. O

Good Proper
Thoroughly hydrated
Well-fed
Warm
Soft
Clean

Ok.
Now we can begin. O

Inbetweeny
It's like when you're riding a train that you've always ridden, and without actually looking, you almost subconsciously know where you are and how long still until you have to get off.

I've got the same feeling now. Like something's coming. I just have absolutely no clue as to what it is.

It might all just be in my head though. O

Step Up
Also added an actual contact form.
It's like an emo version of the one I made for my public site. O