I know why

In the Metro intersection at Champs-Elysees station, the train is late, early in the morning, everyone standing silent in rows and look at the other side of the rails, where people gather one after another in rows in front of paper peeling dirty and bleak brick walls, they add up to the extent that it is not possible to add more, front rows hesitantly move forward and look curiously to the other side quiet, rows and rows of tired, seeking, quiet eyes. Welcome to France.
On Arc de Triumph, Bonaparte is carved with a sword in his hand and his victories’ names on the forehead of the monument. I jumped over the construction barrier and went close where on the left side some goddess is granting Bonaparte glory and looked at the short General, suddenly he looked childish, I doubt he himself had noticed that.
That headless winged memorial of a Roman victory in entrance of first floor at Louvre is moving, mostly because the sculpture’s head is missing.
I had to check my email, I knew somewhere there should be some internet access in Louvre, the madame in charge told me none of the three computers is working. I asked why? I don’t know, she said. I exploded, I know why, I know why everything is en retard in this place. I missed my train back to Lausanne in Geneve, because the train to Geneve was 40 minutes late last night. She pointed to another table, if you need any assistance about the trains you can ask those guys over there.

BYRON

On the eastern corner of the lac leman sleeps the chatau de chillon. In dungeons of rocky basement where you hear waves licking the bases of the old tower there are six stone pillars carved in the rocks. It was here where Bonivard was chained to the fifth pillar for four years around 1530 and Lord Byron in 1816 carved his name on the third pillar, “BYRON”. Romantic poet has been artistic in writing his own name, First letter is the largest, a big “B”. They get smaller down to a tiny “N”. Let’s accept that it is genuine.

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Shannon on creative thinking

Gerechtigkfitsgasse

I follow the man along his trail down his apartment on Kramgasse and further down MarktGasse. There is nothing preventing people to walk freely on busy stone paved streets in Bern, everyone is out there, cars, trains, people, flowers hanging from windows around.
He has walked up to the Gerechtigkfitsgasse and then along the beautiful river embracing the city, there are marches and all kind of bazaars and people flock in plazas to shop. City is peaceful, there is this sense of hominess in swiss cities which makes them look calm and sleepy. On the Zytglogge everyone is watching the big clock on the tower which I find ugly. Downtown is the scene of such active shopping ,German style. Einstein is coming back home, he had gone out to buy vegetables.

Great things are simple

I check the calculations again and again, how come , why these two numbers are the same? It blows my mind. Two different things are equal. Log3 is invlolved, checked it again, no that’s true, I did it by hand again, it is the same. If I were at home I would have gone driving 115 mph on Dumbarton or 280 watching the sun coming out.

On the way Out

Deep Impact, exciting and futuristic. Impactor collided with comet Tempel 1.

Our Profession

“..That’s a very clever and interesting conjecture…
Results like this often enter the literature in two stages, like Gaarder and Wolf on multiple access feedback capacity followed by Cover-Leung, Willems and others. The first stage is a brief note opening up the possibility and giving an example. Subsequent publications pound the problem to death.”

Proposal

You know what, if we get together, it wouldn’t be easy not to find me in Lisbon or Ulm tomorrow. We will do it in August. Nonstop. All August.

It didn’t happen

I was walking home for two hours and got lost, walked through highways and bridges and farms, little medieval houses and ugly flats and then walked to the south, no matter what was on the way to get to the lake. On the shore of the lake dizzy and misty watching the reddish of water at the dawn went to sleep by lullaby of humming trees. Soon sunshine on my face woke me up, watched the sun on the lake burning, followed my long shadow home.