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His journal posts
Mar 14, 2012
“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want
the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the
conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy
has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother
about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created
in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to
know that all your energy,
every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle
that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want
the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the
cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.”
Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral”
Apr 7, 2008
I'd like to state that all real men know what they taste like. :)
Apr 6, 2008
Imagine that you come home to find a partner pouring red wine all over a stranger's naked body and then licking it off. Which, if any of the following, would bother you most?LMAO
- The spilled wine.
- The cheating.
- The fact that I was not invited to join in.
- Actually, this would not bother me.
Not being invited of course.
Jan 8, 2008
Just an observation. Heh.
Aug 25, 2007
I think I have gypsy blood in my ancestry. The horizon is calling me. I really want to find a road and start on an adventure.
I found a pair of Airwalks today. I haven't been able to find a pair since I was in High school. I am happy now. :)
May 30, 2007
May 25, 2007
May 22, 2007
The power went out.
Yeah, all of it. So now we are covered in, and choking on, fire suppressing powder in a pitch black kitchen.
It's late. There is nothing we can do there now. Cleaning crew is called in to clean the shit up. We toss all the exposed food out. Clean ourselves up as much as possible and go home. On my way home I stop to get gas. I am damn near out and there is no avoiding it. I pull up to a pump and do the card thing. Hit the wrong button and start pumping premium into my car. I notice about three gallons and ten dollars later and stop pumping.
The hose ruptures.
Someone hits the kill switch, but not before me, the side of my car, and the ground are soaked in several gallons of high octane. I am now covered in gas and fire suppressant. I stand stock still trying to decide which string of obscenities to start yelling. The manager runs out and begins by comping a full tank of gas and giving me a gift card. He then spends the next 45 minutes trying to explain to me how suing them would be bad. A man walks out of the store as the manager is speaking with me. He pops a cigarette into his mouth and lifts his lighter up to light it.
I'm not sure what stopped him from lighting up. It might have been the odd choking sound the manager made as he took several leaps back, or my cold stare.
I explained in a low voice that if he struck the lighter that I was going to give him a tight hug after bursting into flame.
Having decided that I needed to get home and shower then hide in some dark corner till the day ended, I left. I am now locking myself in my house till sometime tomorrow.
May 15, 2007
May 12, 2007
My question here is, why pull that? She is married to my best friend. Even if they were already divorced, I would never go near her. I really do not understand the mechinations of some women's minds. What would trying to sleep with me solve? What would make her think she would have a chance in hell at succeeding? Again, I come back to why? Any thoughts on this?