Oh - and, also:

z = 0

Counter = 2

n = 100

prList = []

for testn in range (1, n):

for y in range (1, testn+1):

if testn % y ==0:

z = z+1

if z == 2:

print "%d is prime, %d" % (testn, Counter)

Counter = Counter + 1

prList += [testn]

else:

z = 0

##Counter == 8:

## print "%d is prime, %d" % (testn, Counter)

print prList

print n

import math

y = 0

lnList = []

for y in range (0, len(prList)):

print (math.log10(prList[y]))

lnList += [math.log10(prList[y])]

print lnList

y = 0

for y in range (0, len(prList)):

ratio = prList[y]/lnList[y]

print prList[y], ratio

Take THAT MIT Open Course-ware!!

A Conversation with Self.

Have you ever thought about how far words have come before they press up against the inside of your lips?

Miles. I'm guessing miles. From the kernel of neuronal excitement through spirals of connection and ordering - like a massive train yard building just the right circus line. And then they leave you and float through the air and come back at you a different way - reflected, countered - to spiral through your auditory synapses for parsing and matching and meaning to excite another set of words, from disparate places, calling cars from different corners of the yard. And then they index themselves, register to vote, and become yet another grain of sand on your scale. A communication abstraction of balance. A conversation - easy out, easy in - miles and miles between.

It's amazing - the transition from warmth to touch to sound to feel to sight to words words words... The endless trek towards words and yet nothing is louder than tense, terse silence. As Alanis would say - that's pretty darn ironic.

Welcome back, mindless chatter. Welcome back.

Wool on the Wire

I rediscovered music today. A layer to my life I'd been missing, unwittingly.

Like the thump regulates my heartbeat. A city, a building, an office, a cocoon. A heartbeat, enveloped.

4 minute intervals, 5 sentence blog posts - The world has changed, and as only the Counting Crows could croon:

Start turning the wool across the wire / Roll a new life over...

Big things afoot...

We Live Tomorrow

So here we are...

Plague-less. Vaccinated. Infrastructured.

Our battles are academic, philosophical, elementary fights of faith and status. We fend off first world diseases born of fat and fury. We sue over lead poisoning and asbestos. We immunize. We eat canned goods when we're poor. We worry about stocks and bonds and platforms and mergers and basis points on glowing screens. We worry about snow delays and traffic jams. Who ARE we?

The plague broke out in Algeria in 2003. They have the 8th largest reserve of natural gas in the world. They're playing ahead and looking back at the same time; tripping all over their pubescence. What will it take to drag them out of yesterday?

Connections? Physical, irreversible connections? It's a planet, not a country. It's a humanity, not a society. The plague will get all the way over here from all the way back there if we ignore it for long enough. We're connected by a million particles of rock and water and air. But we're not.

So what does it take to grab boot straps and tug hard enough to bridge a time gap? Worth? Synergy of values? A wiki-page?

Something else to worry about. The accuracy of wiki pages. *sigh. It sure is comfortable in climate controlled offices. Here. In the future.

Snips and Snails, and Monogamy Tales

A friend emailed me today to tell me about her breakfast adventures. She had breakfast with admitted polygamists and was subsequently drowned by a current of confusion over her own stake in that war. (What a hearty breakfast that must have been.) Her email invoked the same sentiments in me - confusion that something consensual could be so controversial - and I got to thinking about why monogamy is considered the flagship of a partnership.

Here's my attempt to de-tangle the delicacies. I started with the concept of 'family'.

Sure, a family unit is the fiscal brick of our society, but just because sex creates children does not mean that sex must, de facto, create families. Who elected Merriam and Webster the mayors of morals and why is fidelity at the epi-center of character? Are the players in an open relationship infidels? If it's consensual, is it unethical? I think monogamy is a way to ensure that neither party will conflate emotional and fiscal availability with physical pleasure. It's a way to be secure in your resources, to know that your partner won't leave you for the next set of grope-able mammary glands that walks by.

But why? Why would a partnership break under the wave of an orgasm? Because if it's agreed upon that the relationship is monogamist (not under ANY circumstances to be confused with monotonous), then the act of infidelity strikes at the core of what's really breaking up the iceberg - trust. The definition of infidelity is lack of faith. It's a breach of contract, not an unethical consortium! Why should infidelity be as heinous as not bringing home those pickles you promised? Because it involves a sentient third party?

Wouldn't it be more NATURAL to copulate with as many people as possible? To ensure the survival of your tribe? To keep workers in the fields, hunters in the woods? More mouths to feed but more might to feed the mouths?

And then there's a society that rests, nay, tax-breaks upon the familial unit. I think THAT charter is the infidel of humanity. Defining family as that which springs out of us rather than those who web around us to create a dome to weather the world - it seems archaic, to say the least, and narrow-minded, to get saucy.

As my friend was breakfasting, I was messing around on my company's payroll website looking for a W-2 to download and file (coincidentally, yes, we're a Fidelity client. ohhhh the undertones of reliability...) and what I think we're all missing is that the 'family' unit, though fiercely guarded by some, is actually, federally, a fairly soft term. Why not band together with your chosen 'family' and elect a head of household, elect some dependents (grad students, for sure), file together and split the rewards. Why not? Why not file your taxes the way you live your life? Why not redefine the family unit? Ascribe some responsibility to each other, devoid of 'genetic family' obligation. The future most certainly lies in family units shaped by reality as, eventually, that square peg will be smoothed by the edges of the hole, right?

And I guess, until then, my response to my friend's email is that my lesbionic stake is with the womanogamists. I don't think it's natural, I don't think it should be the cru(tch)x of society, but I don't want to share this one with the world and for that reason, I have promised to practice the art of keeping my hands in my pockets. A welcome, fair and cozy place for them these blustery days.

A, B, A, B, Up, Down, Up, Down, Select, Start

Everything I learned in life was culled from a solid foundation in video games.

1) Some enemies are destroyed by getting jumped on. Some enemies require precision fire-balling. Enemies that require fire-balling are often immune to jumping. Enemies that require jumping are often immune to fire-balling. There is a subset of enemies that respond to both. Figuring out how to handle hurdles will be painstaking and rife with trial and error. Wear supportive shoes.

2) Don't be afraid break bricks for fun, you never know what friends will pop out of them. Often the most unexpected people come out of the most unexpected places. Like babies.

3) When there are two variables, there are always only three options; speed and control are always up for grabs but grabbing them in the right mix for the right situation is tricky. Not knowing what you need in life is lethal.

4) Some portals take you places where only good things exist and leave you where you started. Some portals take you places you can't return from and test your every move. Some portals go no where at all. Be prepared for anything.

5) Never be afraid to re-do something easy to stock up for something hard. Like gathering flowers for protection before rescuing princesses from castles.

6) With 100 lives you tend not to appreciate the one you're living. Don't be surprised if 100 re-dos isn't enough.

7) If you get hit by the enemy once, you'll probably lose all your money. If you get hit a second time, you'll probably die. Money and turtle shells have shield-like qualities. Know how to procure both.

8) Swimming is slow and frustrating and sometimes you run out of air. Know your outs, avoid puffer fish.

9) Getting to Koopa via the Star World isn't cheating, the end is never as hard or exciting as you think it ought to be and, no, they don't give you a number to call in Japan to report that you've beaten the game and deserve worldwide recognition. Nope, not even if you beat it twice. Someday you'll even accept that no one ANYWHERE cares if you beat the game because...

10) The game will never be over. The princess will never be safe. Hold on to her for all you're worth.

Run

Fair city, footed in the ashes of autumn,

(Breath)

The moon has been beggared of its fearfulness

As the nights stain the afternoons.

A woman paces the newly long shadows -

Afflicted. She has an erosion of capacity.

Don't we all?

Pedestrians to the world watch as she screams

Of anarchy, lies, and broken tea cups,

While students to her disorder torch coffee shops with

The oppressive heat of conjecture. Silly children.

Like fog, their bias spills out and condenses on the cool cement and

An endless motorcade slips them quietly by,

Boasting ten thousand flashes of epileptic mayhem -

A gross of laborers, idling far from their berths,

Grapple with the trafficked fumes of impatience.

The brief day has need of strength -

An erosion of complacency.

A moment of endlessness.

Anything -

Fair city, burning for winter.