Walking Stick & The Turtle discuss Total Field Theory

[Turtle]

___Here I wish to discourse with Rascal Puff on the subject of his original work of 1959. I intend it to fully engage the stated purpose of the Lounge area with lengthy posts, witty barbs, & invitation only participants. Lead, follow, or get out the way; this is not a test.:)

[IrishEyes]

Turtle,

Thank you for this thread. While I truly do enjoy reading TRP, I generally find that his incredibly interesting tangents get so far off topic as to make most readers succinctly confuzzled. Perhaps I enjoy him because I live with someone much the same. Quite frankly, reading TRP is much like following one of nemo's verbal journeys, where we may start discussing an herb garden and finish ( a mere 5 minutes later) trying to discover if the bikini size of surfer-chicks is actually getting smaller or if we are simply experiencing a textile shortage, and how to remedy the situation before our oldest daughter decides to buy three tiny triangles and parade around in full view of anyone that wants to look. (While nemo may have a good rifle, shooting the bastards that look on his oldest child with lust would surely garner him a stay in some type of facility)

 

Anyhow, though I may not be invited to participate, I will most assuredly be checking this thread, as I enjoy both of your discourses, lenghty or not. :)

[Turtle]

Of course you're invited dear lady. I see you speak a little Puffian yourself. As you also have a familiarity with firearms & understand 'look but don't touch', you would honor us if you serve as our formal Sgt. at arms. I will point out targets to you by first shooting them.

How completely synchrontic that you mention 'triangle', so early on. Let us preambulate.:)

[IrishEyes]

I have done the necessary voodoo magic to ensure that TRP is able to post here in your cozy corner.

Perhaps you could send up smoke rings to get his attention?

And it just amazes me that we seem to be on the same (no) sleep schedule. After a mere three hour rest, I am back at my keyboard. Should I stay or should I go? I think I'll be off, to return another time.

Keep the cofee warm, will ya?

 

And truly, the honor is all mine...Sgt Irish at your service... I can hardly wait to blow something up...:)

[Turtle]

He doesn't need to see the smoke; he's seen the fire. :)

I just looked at the time & can't believe it either. Well...yes I can. Succinctly Irish, we share the same joy that is Hypography; we seem to share a vision of what I (we) see we think is Tormod's vision. Hats off & deep lengthy genuflections to you & Killean & all the helper elves that keep Hypography fat & happy.

 

 

 

 

 

:)

[Turtle]

__This morning I have in mind to play catch...catch the axe.

 

...No particles, no dark 'anything', and all light 'anything' is at right angles to itself sixfold.

___Nice catch! Now throw it back to me & I'll try to catch it.:)

[C1ay]

Lead, follow, or get out the way

You did not happen to be a member of the 3702 in the Air Force did you? That was our motto.

[C1ay]

trying to discover if the bikini size of surfer-chicks is actually getting smaller or if we are simply experiencing a textile shortage, and how to remedy the situation before our oldest daughter decides to buy three tiny triangles and parade around in full view of anyone that wants to look.

You've plenty to worry about. Take a look at the world's skimpiest swimsuit.

[IrishEyes]

I tried looking C1ay, but could not access that page. Actually, I'm a bit scared to check it out though.

 

Hey Turtle, are you ready? I'm getting ready to toss that axe back at ya. Did I ever mention that I once worked as a magicassist (maj-is-a-sist) shortly before I turned 18? It wasn't for long, but it was incredibly eye-opening. I only stood in front of that board one time while knives were thrown at me. Oh mon dieu! My heart has never been so fluttery, and I already knew what was going to happen!!

 

ready...set....schwing!!

[C1ay]

I tried looking C1ay, but could not access that page. Actually, I'm a bit scared to check it out though.

Maybe this one will work for you...http://images.google.com/images?q=world%27s+smallest+swimsuit&hl=en&btnG=Search+Images

 

It is skimpy but it does legally cover what it's required to cover.

[IrishEyes]

OMG!! Yikes, C1ay. I just showed that to nemo, and now we're both terrified.

 

And where the heck is TRP??? I really am looking forward to reading more from him. :)

[Turtle]

___Welcome C1ay; perhaps you'll do us the honor of the service of scribe?

 

___Now as we have 6 dimensions at right angles, I have to interupt & say 6...ahhh 6. Allocated the stature of the first Perfect Number, I accord it second after 1 but no less the honor it has. The sum of its parts the Greeks liked to say. Curiopuser & curiouser. And furthermore, how Strange it Factors in by which 2 squared it finds a niche as first in set of Numbers Strange & still moreover Trimtab go to find within the tetra hedron's midst, but 24 A Quanta Modules therin mixed in neatly nested form.:)

http://hypography.com/forums/physics-mathematics/1220-strange-numbers-8.html?highlight=Strange+Number

[Turtle]

Riddle me this:

Q:When is an axe thrown not at you, but to you?

 

Riddle # 2:

Q: What has no arms or hands, but can throw a spear farther than arms & hands?

 

Give me a stick long enough, & I can move the world. - Archimedes

 

___I beg you indulgence while I retire to my lair & sharpen some tools. Careful with That Axe Eugene - Pink Floyd - Relics

[That Rascal Puff]

:)

Dear tenderly beating and toughly palpitating R & B Hearts:

 

Finally alerted to and scanned the smoke in the air, and it doesn't look at all pink, or even rosada. Looks like blue smoke (Gitchi Manitou dwells in various gossamer and other habitats, including blue smoke.)

 

Just a while ago I sent the same note to Tormod, IrishEyes (I'd already kinda figured IE was a She. <Like 'Molly'; <<We'll try to explain, later?>> > Really.) and InfamouSteadfast. I'd sent one out earlier to I forget which portion of all of you, not received a reply. It resembled the letter the plurality of you have made clear you received. It was probly somehow not transmitted or received due to my remarkable ability to confuzzle nearly anything.

 

Later, TRP & Molly (alter egos, multiple personalities are normal - Refer GAMES PEOPLE PLAY, by Dr. Eric Bern, and other sources. Yes. Multiple personalities are the norm and all of you will be all the better: as long as none of you are in serious disagreement with each other...) went back to Turtle's shelter and beheld a stack of replies to the cloned letter. With no complaints. Not even from the ostensibly and shamelessly collaborating recipients.

 

Lounge is it? Walking Stick & the Turtle. An everybody wins sort of agenda, perhaps? There's a modest swarm of geometrically rising, rolling, curling and breaking white-beards on the beach then, is it? Guys, from what's already been read of you at these coordinates, all of my personae are challenged to summon whatever talent they may collective garner just to follow; if not keep up with 'your (plural) - to avoid snapping any garters (Unable to replicate a 'blush', here; in or from the [More] option. Blush just appeared as icon following title, 'Re: Walking Stick & Turtle'. It figures, I haven't been able to do that anyway, for about the past twenty years. At least I thoght I'd lost that modality, until lately, maybe?)

Haven't had this much caring and attention since the SWAT team was called to respond to my firing shots in the air to disperse five 20-something ne'er do-wellers after they threatened to baseball bat bash a 100% PTSD disabled friend of mine while we were sitting on my front steps in Santa Cruz, CA. 6.15.05. The rowdies prudently scattered like so much confetti rounding South America's southernmost continental horn. Quickly followed by what I later learned were a baronial number of 911 calls. In the prompt wake of which appeared a half dozen blue meanies, each of them training a deep red laser - cutting through the night like a razor blade - on me... I can only tune - but not play but a few chords on - a guitar; can't carry a tune in a bucket. But there I was, lit up in the middle o' June like it was Christmas and I were a Druid idol of some deciduously undecided roots imbedded in the stage at the Monterey Jazz Festival?. (Applause was militantly restrained?)

 

After the neighbors spoke on my behalf it resulted in a detention with no arrest, no charges, no fine, and a *commendation for my 'restraint', from a then Sgt Sepulveda - who is now a Lt., *since I refrained from putting one through the lead singer's bellows. Only a few months prior, a local police officer had shot a man - nine times, dead, in his own garage - for doing exactly the same thing: brandishing and threatening with a baseball bat, but not having actually struck anyone with it. The officer was exonerated for justifiable homicide, determined by a jury trial. (We don't like the idea - or aftermath - of shooting or otherwise perforating people, even if they deserve it, if and when we don't have to?) The lead light-show-man (after they put away their gear, scooted the groupies and organized the roadies) wound up commending Crazy Horse (kraziequus) for his restraint.

Oh yes. Something about the bikini atoll and Pythagorean geometry (If not that of Bucky Fuller's architecturally geodesic quasi defiance of gravity?). I never use to inventory them when I went to the beach in Santa Cruz CA, where, until recently I resided as a bachelor. My abode was a mere four hundred yards north of the - perhaps marginally world famous 'Santa Cruz Boardwalk in the original Surf City'. In the winter there'd be hardly anyone there and my dogs would walk me where the ocean meets the western side of the North American continent. In the summer I usually avoided the place due to the incurable hazard of stumbling over and getting a lot of sand on my tongue. It hurts to look, and it hurts not to look, so I quit going there. There were still strong representations of how small a triangle and a binary cord can be, beach clogging, walking, trotting and jogging perambulating with and without sticks (like pear shaped, cavorting puppy dogs?) - past my front portal and back parapet. I sometimes put down my notes or a book and held my head in my hands to study the portland cement beneath my seat and feet. Perhaps acquired an associates degree in entymology (specializing in ants and tenacious tufts of several types of the 6,000 known varieties of grass?) I fell in love and got all shook up (around the singular, double, triple, quaduple, and Oh My God sextuple, never mind Three Body - problem) so many times they may have been getting unexplained seismic readings of it up the hill about a mile and a half from me at UCSC's globally famed geology lab; adjacent to a book store that sold out several editions of several of my small press books. Nobody seemed to notice (A blessing and a curse?). Same cross-eyed enigma with the famed Monterey Bay Aquarium seismic meter and the one installed with the Marine Biology lab at UCSC. ). The objects of my seclusion of effects and suppressed affectations were oblivious to the described dilemmae. (So much time and so few women?) T'was ever such? (the fair gender there, but the color of Gold. It was fair, but it wasn't entirely just?). I recently moved to near the East Coast and got married, but the rest of them are still here, even when it snows. I've been all over the coastal Mediterranean many times over when I was a much younger man and it was the same way there. They're everywhere. Fairly skilled here at encountering and quietly breathtaking in just one snapshot; then turn my head and continuing in an unbroken gait just as though I wasn't standing - flashfrozen - there, paralyzed. My wife understands all too well. She's one of them. The first one, of course. All the worse because I have to be with her most of the time and behave normally just as though she was merely another human being and not a Leprechana Goddess from another realm - as though we all live in the same dimensions... Molly is in singular parentheses (Hi), the Blue Lioness is in double parentheses ((Bon jour.)) Crazy Horse - C.H. - is in triple parentheses (((Wakantonka.))), and, my socially exteriorized self - I'm the ongoing narrative text. There are several more and none of us have anything important to hide or disagree with one another about, but presently the allotted time isn't practical for further introductions, greetings, howdies, hallucinations and citations...

 

All right then moving right along. Something about a TOTAL FIELD THEORY. That's it. What I wished to ask all of you (are priceless) about. Can and should that be done here, or is it better off in some category of Science Forum on Hypography? IE strongly suggests it's safer for all of us, here, at Turtle's (apocryphal?) Walking Stick. The more talent that can be summoned to appear here, the better. Constructive criticism, contributions, disqualifications, augmentations, elucidations and hallucinations are cordially welcome. Can any or all of you participate? May other misanthropes be invited? Will you focus us - Beam me upper, Scootie - on how and where the format on this should go? Is it possible to be 'off topic' for example - that's what you seemed to be in concerned collusion about when you weren't dream weaving the soft irony of serene sirens - blaming it all on me, of course. Whether I'd stay with just ALPO, or maybe orbit the GRO-PUP and RED HEART... Maybe some feedbag oats 'n magnesium formulas.

Presently composing an ode to a phenomenologically elliptic panoply just now. RSVP Sair Vouz Plait * Ciao for now? (Y'all come back, ya hear?)

 

Post Script: of all the - not enough - questions asked of me, relative to my work(s) - w' or w'out intended or inadvertent puns - among my favorites is:

"Do you think you're smarter than Einstein?"

My unspoken answer is, 'I smart when I think I am, therefore I think when I smart' - Refer InfamouSteadfast's quote: 'How much do you want to learn?', and it's redoubtable incentive.

Also wish to add here that Descarte's 'Cogito ergo sum', is pronounced this way in these parts: 'Cogito ergo cogito sum.'

 

Question of the day:

"What's the difference between a seasoned soldier and a scud missile?"

 

Thank you for creating this mission and reading this missive (With and without paragraphs and/or punctuation)?

- Puff

[Turtle]

Answer of the day: Nothing.

 

___Welcome That Rascal Puff! Welcome indeed. I realize how presumptious a postion I have assumed, but it's not the first time or the last for that movement. Now as you have done me the honor of visiting, I further presumptuously invite you by all means to linger & discourse on TOTAL FIELD THEORY. Perhaps we may append/and or replace the title to include 'Total Field Theory'? (This action is only under of the purvue of admins & at their discretion).

___In any event, detractors here will receive my full attention. I as stated in the 'What Is Space' thread, Eureka! I see it; I really SEE it! What did I see? I saw Sir Puff that what you have said for 40 years -yes 40 years- i.e. Gravity IS the 4th Dimension & that electricity IS, the 5th, & that magnetism IS the 6th & why it matters & what difference it makes & oh I can't even tell you yet what I now see. But I want to try without interuption.

 

___Total Fieled Theory - some quotes from a lecture on the topic by That Rascal Puff:

“For I am induced by many reasons to suspect that they may all

depend on certain forces by which the particles of bodies, by

some causes hitherto unknown, are either mutually impelled

towards each other, and cohere in regular figures, or are

repelled and recede from each other; which forces being unknown,

philosophers have hitherto attempted the search of Nature in

vain." Issac Newton - Principia

 

'There is no way to distinguish the effects produced by the

inertial force of acceleration (a pushing/repelling force) from

the effects produced by gravitational force...' Albert Einstein

 

___Well, just out sharpening (to infinately sharp) my now-I-See-It's-Double-Bladed Axe. I have also polished its surface that it doesn't have ,to a mirror sheen. Brings us now to answer to Q:When is an axe thrown not at you, but to you? A: When you catch it.

___Nice catch Stick! And nice return throw. I have just reread your entire lecture as I thought the first time I didn't finish; that isn't the case. As you no doubt understand by your explicit acknowledgement, I have some more streamling to do. Now where did I put those gyroscopes? Until our fields intersect yet again, Adieu.

Swimmingly Yours,

Turtle

PS This lecture:

http://einstein.periphery.cc/gravity.htm

[IrishEyes]

Your title has been changed.

Brilliant meeting some of the voices that reverberate inside your head.

I am now officially along for the ride.

 

One small request though, Puff...

You may call me Irish. You may call me IrishEyes. You may even call me "that bossy female admin" if you wish. But please, please, please NEVER call me "IE". If my good friend alexander (another Moderator around here) were to see that, he might just send me a computer virus. And if my husband were to see that, he might just make me sleep on the couch. :)

[Turtle]

Your title has been changed.

Brilliant meeting some of the voices that reverberate inside your head.

I am now officially along for the ride.

 

___Indeed Irish is a Demi-Goddess! I am in her debt again, & so I again I repay.

 

___This post is a 'now' part of the ride, posts to come the future parts of the ride, but as you have just boarded, you have no experience of the 'past' of *my* ride. You may have casually read some of the Watercooler thread on Buckminster Fuller, and I posted that some of my past is recorded there.

___First, Mr R. Buckminster Fuller wished us to call him 'Trimtab'; it is graven on his tombstone, "Call Me Trimtab". I bow to his wishes.

___I want to revisit Trimtab's Synergetics & the section titled "Scenarios Of The Child". Find it here:

http://www.rwgrayprojects.com/synergetics/s01/p0000.html#100.10

As it is my intention to employ the scenario of the child implicitly & explicitly in the analysis of Total Field Theory, it will help you keep your seat to read it.

Best wishes to the sincere & vice versa,

Turtle