Annihilation and Creation.
My warmest greetings from my warm chair, dear reader! I am in the warm city of Brisbane. Yesterday, the combination of a moderately large lunch, the warm air, and the gentle chitter-chatter of left-wing rhetoric drifting through the window from the cloisters of the great court put me to sleep at my desk.
Met with the big guy today. Not God, someone far more important, but we'll call him God for the purposes of the vague argument I'm about to formulate on the fly. God is really bloody clever. God can do all sorts of things. Ok, no more cheap shots. This group is bloody amazing. They do all sorts of things together, a concept both foreign and welcome to me. For instance, once a week, the group (which is rather large) get together for an afternoon tea where there is a Question, which is posed by either God or someone in the group. If you answer the Question, you get a bottle of wine. Neat, eh? The question today was about Entanglement Monotones, and God came up with the answer after about 10 minutes. Naturally. The discussion is lively, animated, and though not free from egos, still highly productive. Makes me wish my group was like that. I don't know if it was because they are physics people, or it is because they were mostly Aussie and Pommy white guys. I'm going to put it down to God...
Welcome to the next paragraph, created largely out of guilt. Anyway, God and I had a chat, and it looks like we might be able to do some stuff on Quantum process tomography. Also, he suggested that I look at a big open question: the capacity of the single-use quantum channel. Also, I had a chat for several hours with one of his students on what the quantum analog of the recently discovered mutual information - conditional mean estimate relationship is. More links to follow up, more fun to be had.
Pop77-38 is out. Get it up ya. Currently I am rating it at 7 stars in my arbitrary rating system based on an unordered set of variable-length characters.
Anyway, I'm gonna lock up shop here, and get the bus back to my Pimp palace, which I still think is the dog's bollocks. There's a good chance my drinking partner and token black friend, Chris, will be coming up here for work in a few weeks, and Wendy has mentioned much the same. Anyway, I dither! To the pimp palace!
Met with the big guy today. Not God, someone far more important, but we'll call him God for the purposes of the vague argument I'm about to formulate on the fly. God is really bloody clever. God can do all sorts of things. Ok, no more cheap shots. This group is bloody amazing. They do all sorts of things together, a concept both foreign and welcome to me. For instance, once a week, the group (which is rather large) get together for an afternoon tea where there is a Question, which is posed by either God or someone in the group. If you answer the Question, you get a bottle of wine. Neat, eh? The question today was about Entanglement Monotones, and God came up with the answer after about 10 minutes. Naturally. The discussion is lively, animated, and though not free from egos, still highly productive. Makes me wish my group was like that. I don't know if it was because they are physics people, or it is because they were mostly Aussie and Pommy white guys. I'm going to put it down to God...
Welcome to the next paragraph, created largely out of guilt. Anyway, God and I had a chat, and it looks like we might be able to do some stuff on Quantum process tomography. Also, he suggested that I look at a big open question: the capacity of the single-use quantum channel. Also, I had a chat for several hours with one of his students on what the quantum analog of the recently discovered mutual information - conditional mean estimate relationship is. More links to follow up, more fun to be had.
Pop77-38 is out. Get it up ya. Currently I am rating it at 7 stars in my arbitrary rating system based on an unordered set of variable-length characters.
Anyway, I'm gonna lock up shop here, and get the bus back to my Pimp palace, which I still think is the dog's bollocks. There's a good chance my drinking partner and token black friend, Chris, will be coming up here for work in a few weeks, and Wendy has mentioned much the same. Anyway, I dither! To the pimp palace!
posted by dr. cok at 8:55 PM
7 Comments:
Ok. So you're talking to god? Could you ask him a question for me? I want to know, as most (b-grade) comedians also want to know, why did he make men and women so different? And as a follow up, didnt he feel that doing so was likely to lead to homosexuality? And if so, why did he make loving one of the same sex prohibited? Thanks. xo
Yo Matty. That sounds like an awesome group. Could you swing a post-doc there? I know that Brisbane isn't as full of hot babes as Norway, but it does sound like God is a pretty cool chap.
I saw the Glass House filming last night, so if you watch it tonight you might catch me laughing tiredly in the audience. I am wearing a cream top.
Also - my jury is out on mix 38.
That sounds effing awesome matt.
big ups
I wrote a poem in the shower this morning. It's called "Life".
anything goes,
everything flows.
where it all goes,
nobody knows.
I can tell you 'bout those,
they came from my nose.
just wait 'til we close,
and I'll show you my hose.
My rating is in on pop38 and I give it (and I do mean give it) 3 flaccid penises (peni, penis, ???). This is not to say it is all that bad, tis just a soft dick kinda day.
B-roq: Buddhism generally frowns on duel-sausage relationships as well (that being said, monastic Buddhism does not permit ANY sexual act, but that's beside the point) so god isn't solely to blame. Besides, apparently it is wrong to love a sheep. What was my point again? Look, a dog with a fluffy tail!
weeeeeeee
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