|Allan McLane 's Quasi-Random BitsTM from SEVT|
Where we are
It's easy to forget that scientific research is (like many other things) one of the brightly colored dabs of paint that make up the very thin veneer we call civilization.
Their silence keeps me sleepless for I know
At dawn a distant shudder in the earth
We stood upon the Heights like men of straw
By noon the band of smoke leaned low
The harp strung bridge held up ten thousand souls
They'd writhed and spun within a storm of smoke
The sirens scraped the sky and jets carved arcs
By evening all their ash had settled so
We breathed the smoke that bent and crept and crawled.
That last, lost summer faded into ash
Within the city, shrines were our resolve.
In time, their ash and smoke became the shapes
At first their faces faded with the rains,
Their silence keeps me sleepless for I know.
2 + 2 = 5
(For extremely large values of 2)
Pessimists look at a glass containing 50% air and 50% water and see it as half empty.
Optimists, in contrast, see it as half full.
Engineers understand that the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
Things to keep in mind:
"Correlation does not necessarily equal causation," and, "the absence of evidence is not evidence of absence."
"There are 10 different kinds of people in this world --
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