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From: George Ion <george.ion.email@gmail.com>
Date: 2012/8/4
Subject: Fake information, polution
To: xyz@yahoo.com
Nu
ştiu dacă ştiai de jocul acela mental, era aşa. Trebuia să-i spui cuiva
"spune repede un număr cuprins între 12 şi 5" sau ceva asemănător.
(primul număr era între 11 şi 19 iar al doilea între 1 şi 9 dar astfel
alese încât rezultatul scăderii între primul şi al doilea să fie o
singură cifră). Bun. Deci pe orice persoană neavizată pe care am
întrebat (să nu ştie despre jocul acesta) dacă nu a stat să se gândească
sincer de loc răspunsul a fost absolut totdeauna diferenţa între
primul şi al doilea număr, în cazul de mai sus 7. Eu am citit asta de
mult într-un ziar românesc normal comunist şi (LOL îmi întârzie cursorul
pe ecran când scriu am spioni la greu în calc) şi explicaţia era că
creierul sau acel proces din creier care face scăderi face automat
scăderea între primul şi al doilea număr (LOL acu sună telefonul care
este pe aceeaşi linie cu DSL-ul) deci creierul face automat scăderea şi
sugerează părţii conştiente un rezultat.
Deci 18.3. Ai să spui ce contează dacă era 18.2 sau 18.4 fiindcă
oricum nu era real. Contează fiindcă creierul face automat împărţirea 18
la 3 şi rezulta 6, sau 18 e compus din 3 de 6, un număr sperietoare.
Deci cine vede numărul acesta procesorul i se încălzeşte puţin, creierul
îşi aprinde alte regiuni şi apare o distragere de la fenomenul real şi
de la alte suspiciuni care ar trebui să le trezească.
Nu m-aş gândi la chestiile astea dacă nu aş vedea permanent pe
maşini numere din astea. Eu cred că pe asta se bazează numerologia, pe
operaţii aritmetice subconştiente din creier.
Ai să spui că e ok
să foloseşti numerologia dacă are un scop bun şi pentru cei care o
folosesc şi pentru mulţime care şi aşa nu ştie să se conducă singură şi
aleargă mereu spre această iluzie care e democraţia. Iar eu am să spun
că orice informaţie falsă transmisă poluează adică creşte entropia
universului şi pe termen lung aduce ghinion iar dacă e transmisă în masă cu atât mai mult.
Şi mai naşpa când băieţii răi învaţă carte şi încep să folosească numerologia aceasta în alte scopuri decât nobile.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
The Microwave as a Stove Top
Never use a microwave as a stove top. Why? because it gets full of shit and in a couple a years at most depending on how much you cook or heat up both on the stove and in the microwave. When i moved in here @March 2010 it was in the same position, i took it apart as i did today and put all the smaller parts in the dishwasher which by the way was in a similar state, and i cleaned the rest of it and put it back together. Didn't pay attention to the fact that by design the air from underneath doesn't go directly through a fan to the exhaust but through a labyrinth of ducts impossible to clean. And there is back flow from design with not enough sealing of the joints, besides the back flow at the joint with the exhaust. Never thought it was so important.
After washing just to show lack of sealing. There was no seal or gaskets on the high pressure side just the box itself in top of the fan housing sitting at an average of 1 mm distance after carefully tightnening all screw. By the way, the top of the box warps under weight near the two bolts that it hangs from under the the cabinet.
The last piece of duct of the high pressure part slides too easily in place with a play of mm. In the left side there was a big back flow both in front and rear. In rear you can see the stain on the wall. In front it was coming through the middle area of the upper grill (not shown in any picture) where was a large area of dead space and in the room just above the stove where we were cooking. All cooked food was spiced up with up to 2 years old stuff. That combined with ohter factors were contributing to making me sick. You couldn't feel the smell because every time you start the stove there is a few seconds of smell from the spiral heaters until they heat up because they get sprinkled with tiny droplets of oil that cannot be washed and you mostly don't see.
Even if the microwave was new it was the same. I washed this one up two years ago as i said in the beginning. It was clean like new. Like right now. But it has a bad design and the whole concept of putting it in top of a stove is idiotic.
Ok 8/5 1:50 PM. While trying to install an extra fan in the duct i discovered the one way valve in top of the black square box in the picture above was only opening about 1/4 because it was hitting the adapter, visible above the oven in the cabinet in the first picture. Because of the misalignment with the duct they used an asymmetrical adapter. The curve at the corner is preventing the rectangular piece of aluminum that makes the valve to open all the way. Probably depending on how much you push the adapter in. When i removed that valve the flow grew a lot bigger. It probably wouldn't have back flowed that much.
After washing just to show lack of sealing. There was no seal or gaskets on the high pressure side just the box itself in top of the fan housing sitting at an average of 1 mm distance after carefully tightnening all screw. By the way, the top of the box warps under weight near the two bolts that it hangs from under the the cabinet.
Even if the microwave was new it was the same. I washed this one up two years ago as i said in the beginning. It was clean like new. Like right now. But it has a bad design and the whole concept of putting it in top of a stove is idiotic.
Ok 8/5 1:50 PM. While trying to install an extra fan in the duct i discovered the one way valve in top of the black square box in the picture above was only opening about 1/4 because it was hitting the adapter, visible above the oven in the cabinet in the first picture. Because of the misalignment with the duct they used an asymmetrical adapter. The curve at the corner is preventing the rectangular piece of aluminum that makes the valve to open all the way. Probably depending on how much you push the adapter in. When i removed that valve the flow grew a lot bigger. It probably wouldn't have back flowed that much.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Neologisme naşpa
"Deconstruiţi hermeneutica!"
Eu unul m-am săturat de intelectuali savanţi români care vin se urcă în presă în faţa novicilor şi se dau mari folosind unul sau două cuvinte neştiute de nimeni (poate nici de ei) câştigând astfel autoritate morală. Am să încerc aici să demistific cât mai multe astfel de cuvinte.
Sinergie
http://dexonline.ro/definitie/sinergie
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synergy
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synergie
Deci două fapte independente care devin cauză pentru un efect uneori mai mult decât cumulativ.
Sintagma
Sintagma e chiar mai special fiindcă după cum sugerează şi numele arată un raport temporal între doi termeni.
http://dexonline.ro/definitie/sintagm%C4%83
http://ro.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Sintagm%C4%83&redirect=no
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syntagm
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syntagme
http://www.aber.ac.uk/media/Documents/S4B/sem03.html
"Temporally, syntagmatic relations refer intratextually to other signifiers co-present within the text, whilst paradigmatic relations refer intertextually to signifiers which are absent from the text"
Eu unul m-am săturat de intelectuali savanţi români care vin se urcă în presă în faţa novicilor şi se dau mari folosind unul sau două cuvinte neştiute de nimeni (poate nici de ei) câştigând astfel autoritate morală. Am să încerc aici să demistific cât mai multe astfel de cuvinte.
Sinergie
http://dexonline.ro/definitie/sinergie
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synergy
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synergie
Deci două fapte independente care devin cauză pentru un efect uneori mai mult decât cumulativ.
Sintagma
Sintagma e chiar mai special fiindcă după cum sugerează şi numele arată un raport temporal între doi termeni.
http://dexonline.ro/definitie/sintagm%C4%83
http://ro.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Sintagm%C4%83&redirect=no
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syntagm
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syntagme
http://www.aber.ac.uk/media/Documents/S4B/sem03.html
"Temporally, syntagmatic relations refer intratextually to other signifiers co-present within the text, whilst paradigmatic relations refer intertextually to signifiers which are absent from the text"
Şi după cum anticipează graficul, co-axa ei paradigma.
Deci ce e sintagma? O secvenţă de cuvinte care dau un mesaj definit. Ce e paradigma? O posibilă înlocuire a unor cuvinte pentru a schimba sensul acestui mesaj. Acestea sunt peste tot într-o limbă inteligibilă, iar unii pretenţioşi îşi definesc expresiile ca "sintagme" ca să devină ciudate şi memorabile pentru că majoritatea incluzând subprofilatul nu ştiu ce înseamnă aceste cuvinte, dacă înseamnă ceva. Nişte definiţii savante pentru părţi de vorbire obişnuite. Practic are sens numai între specialişti în lingvisitică. Care nu au alt scop într-o conversaţie normală decât de a crea ascendenţă morală şi subordonare mentală. Adică a se da mare, cu succes garantat. Iar folosind cuvinte ce se ştie sigur că nu sunt şi nu vor fi înţelese de majoritate e un abuz conştient.
Am ameţit de o oră de căutat prin zeci de dicţionare şi wikipedii. Şi acum le avem la un clic sau la un search pe toate, ce timpuri mişto pentru tineri studenţi. Dar dacă mai văd sau mai aud vreodată pe unul spunând aşa ştiu ce am să comentez.
Urmează:
Semantică
Semiotică
Hermeneutică sau exegeză
Thursday, August 2, 2012
DE CE
I know some people would do anything to make me stop writing on this blog. But i wouldn't write about Romanian politics anyway anymore, i already decided that. At least for a while. Maybe i should start writing this like a log.
I really hoped things would somehow get fixed, maybe get a job, maybe some money from people who owe me and never had to write this here. But that might very well never happen.
I barely got out from a "road rage" incident when a 70-80s black Chevy with modified suspension and exhaust and huge tires was trying to back-up from the alley where i live, ocuppying both lanes and making big noise and smoke almost climbed on my little S10. There was a "witness", a guy with a dog in a black T shirt with some white drawing on it nearby. I can imagine what would have happen if i was tried to confront the guy. I just passed him and went to the other alley.
But this is just the last incident. I was thinking maybe i should start to say how i got here in the first place. But the story is too long and now i would try to write it backwards. Earlier i tried to drive to the only open liquor store after 8 about 6 miles from where here where i live. Every intersection, an opportunity for accident. On the freeway, there was like 10 cars trying to aggress me, it's too long to remember and write it here but it was worse than usually. Every time is. Subtle enough not to raise suspicions to unaware people though. If there's anyone left. At the store, in the line, in front of me, a white guy with shaved hair was talking way too much with the cashier, buying and unbuying things, packing and unpacking until behind me grew a line. Earlier i saw a woman with a wet, cold, just pulled from the fridge gallon of milk in her hand buying liquor. I salivated instantly because i drink lots of milk. Etc. Then he synchronized and drove on the alley in the parking lot in front of me with a 30 year old car. All the turns until i got on the boulevard. I didn't even start the ventilation in the car. On the way back the same show. It's good though today not every time when i turned my head i saw someone drinking or sucking from a jug. Cause this was the last trend of the last year. If i passed someone with a smoking car and look at him/her he would pull a jug with drink and start drinking with big thirst.
Before that. This whole apartment where i live sometimes i think it was build from recycled stuff and designed especially to get people sick. Especially the exhaust from the cooking stove that instead of going vertically and through the roof and then a few more feet upwards like a chimney, it goes almost horizontally about 7 meters to the other side of the roof and opens inside the attic where there is a flat vent. Even if it pushes the odor from the kitchen outside, the flow sticks to the building and comes back through the windows. Many times i said i wouldn't use it but sometimes i forget. And when it's hot the temperature in the attic goes to 110 F and more and everything there is in that 6 inch x 7 meter exhaust rots and smells really bad. It happens only in the afternoon when it gets hot and if i forget to start the fan and push some air in it i get sick before i realize it because the smell grows gradually. And if a plane passes by it vibrates and some of the stuff gets pushed inside the room. And i only realized this today. Or maybe i did before but i wasn't sure or i forgot. Don't get me wrong, i have a good memory but there's too many things going on. Then i leave the place because i'm so sick but just by driving around i get some fresher air and then come back later when it's cooler. But because of what happens on the streets i usually forget why and how seek i was when i left. About a year ago i closed the joint between the exhaust and the vent under the roof so the stuff cannot get back into the attic and goes all through the vent and put a one way valve on the end near the stove but on hot days like today it doesn't really help. But the vent is still flat and doesn't have a chimney. It only helps if i cycle some fresh air for about an hour through it. Today i put some enzyme from the pet store that decomposes stuff and has some deodorant in it.
In short, i spend hours every day just to clean or fix the place. Most of the time i'm sick because i'm sensitive to smell and also sick to the stomach. But it always happens in the afternoon when my next door neighbor and my wife are at work and i'm alone. Sometimes i feel like fainting or paralyzed to my spine. My wife lost some of her sensitivity to smell because of the chemo back in the fall of 2004, but she wasn't so sensitive in the first place. It's between a half time and full time job every day in a very bad environment. Not counting the trips at home improvement stores and the thousands of dollars i spent and hundreds of receipts i try to keep. I just finish fixing one stinking obnoxious thing then another one starts. I will try and continue to write this backwards but right now one of my neighbors maybe the one that's a real estate agent, the one who dug a whole withe her Mercedes power steered wheels in the asphalt, by turning the wheels to the right after the car is stopped make some really weird noises that seem synchronized with my keyboard or something. Sounds like moving stuff around but i'm not sure. She does that frequently when she's at home. Monday she "forgot" the TV on all morning after she or somebody else made a big noise and woke me up at 6 am after 5 hours of sleep. That day and the following i was really like a zombie.
Yesterday no Tuesday was gardening day at my neighbors. By the pool. Almost 5 hours two power tools of over 100 dB each in the same time where trimming and blowing the fences and bushes. My ears where hurting, literally. And my brain was scrambled inside.
And then there's my down stairs neighbor. The Italian looking guy. The apartment underneath is vacated since last September. One more level down. The guy smokes some slow burning natural untreated cigarettes that smell really really bad. When he leaves for work i think, before noon, he opens the bedroom window and then i have to close mine. Depending on the wind, sometimes it comes from the other way, from the kitchen. I have to be very careful opening the windows cause it can get worse.
A few days ago i looked at a small ball of mineral insulation from the attic with a strong magnifying glass. Actually with a camera lens pulled out of the camera. Among fibers i say tiny maybe a few hundredth of a mm tar or rubber particles, or both. That explains the hellish smell of the attic, combined with cigarette smoke. Especially when it gets hot like today at 110F. The tiles of the roof are made of bitumen and sand. There's washed out bitumen and sand from the tiles in the gutters.
By the time my wife got home a quarter to midnight i almost fainted. I opened the balcony door to get some air and the neighbor was having a glass of some alcoholic drink visible on the side of the balcony. I opened the bottle, poured myself a shot of rum and tried not to faint until my wife gets home. Then when she entered the door a few minutes later i got better as i always do. Drink or not. Then she got mad and threw my 12 dollar bottle of rum i risked my life for in the sink. She never done that before. I didn't want to argue too much especially because the voice of the neighbor in the balcony speaking on the phone "got scared". I went to the supermarket and bought some beer, again avoiding a cohort of mostly small and old and smelly cars that were showing out of nowhere at this hour in every intersection. All liquor stores are closed after ten. I was actually tempted of stopping and enter in a bar, i saw the Lure was opened. Never been in a bar before since 1995 when i came here. Only once in a restaurant where they serve alcoholic beverages. No, i once had a beer at Spaghetti Old Factory.
But now i don't feel like drinking anymore. Maybe watch some TV and go to sleep. Ok, i opened a bottle of beer and reread and corrected typos and mistakes of what i wrote before. Now i think i begin to feel like a philosopher again.
I really hoped things would somehow get fixed, maybe get a job, maybe some money from people who owe me and never had to write this here. But that might very well never happen.
I barely got out from a "road rage" incident when a 70-80s black Chevy with modified suspension and exhaust and huge tires was trying to back-up from the alley where i live, ocuppying both lanes and making big noise and smoke almost climbed on my little S10. There was a "witness", a guy with a dog in a black T shirt with some white drawing on it nearby. I can imagine what would have happen if i was tried to confront the guy. I just passed him and went to the other alley.
But this is just the last incident. I was thinking maybe i should start to say how i got here in the first place. But the story is too long and now i would try to write it backwards. Earlier i tried to drive to the only open liquor store after 8 about 6 miles from where here where i live. Every intersection, an opportunity for accident. On the freeway, there was like 10 cars trying to aggress me, it's too long to remember and write it here but it was worse than usually. Every time is. Subtle enough not to raise suspicions to unaware people though. If there's anyone left. At the store, in the line, in front of me, a white guy with shaved hair was talking way too much with the cashier, buying and unbuying things, packing and unpacking until behind me grew a line. Earlier i saw a woman with a wet, cold, just pulled from the fridge gallon of milk in her hand buying liquor. I salivated instantly because i drink lots of milk. Etc. Then he synchronized and drove on the alley in the parking lot in front of me with a 30 year old car. All the turns until i got on the boulevard. I didn't even start the ventilation in the car. On the way back the same show. It's good though today not every time when i turned my head i saw someone drinking or sucking from a jug. Cause this was the last trend of the last year. If i passed someone with a smoking car and look at him/her he would pull a jug with drink and start drinking with big thirst.
Before that. This whole apartment where i live sometimes i think it was build from recycled stuff and designed especially to get people sick. Especially the exhaust from the cooking stove that instead of going vertically and through the roof and then a few more feet upwards like a chimney, it goes almost horizontally about 7 meters to the other side of the roof and opens inside the attic where there is a flat vent. Even if it pushes the odor from the kitchen outside, the flow sticks to the building and comes back through the windows. Many times i said i wouldn't use it but sometimes i forget. And when it's hot the temperature in the attic goes to 110 F and more and everything there is in that 6 inch x 7 meter exhaust rots and smells really bad. It happens only in the afternoon when it gets hot and if i forget to start the fan and push some air in it i get sick before i realize it because the smell grows gradually. And if a plane passes by it vibrates and some of the stuff gets pushed inside the room. And i only realized this today. Or maybe i did before but i wasn't sure or i forgot. Don't get me wrong, i have a good memory but there's too many things going on. Then i leave the place because i'm so sick but just by driving around i get some fresher air and then come back later when it's cooler. But because of what happens on the streets i usually forget why and how seek i was when i left. About a year ago i closed the joint between the exhaust and the vent under the roof so the stuff cannot get back into the attic and goes all through the vent and put a one way valve on the end near the stove but on hot days like today it doesn't really help. But the vent is still flat and doesn't have a chimney. It only helps if i cycle some fresh air for about an hour through it. Today i put some enzyme from the pet store that decomposes stuff and has some deodorant in it.
In short, i spend hours every day just to clean or fix the place. Most of the time i'm sick because i'm sensitive to smell and also sick to the stomach. But it always happens in the afternoon when my next door neighbor and my wife are at work and i'm alone. Sometimes i feel like fainting or paralyzed to my spine. My wife lost some of her sensitivity to smell because of the chemo back in the fall of 2004, but she wasn't so sensitive in the first place. It's between a half time and full time job every day in a very bad environment. Not counting the trips at home improvement stores and the thousands of dollars i spent and hundreds of receipts i try to keep. I just finish fixing one stinking obnoxious thing then another one starts. I will try and continue to write this backwards but right now one of my neighbors maybe the one that's a real estate agent, the one who dug a whole withe her Mercedes power steered wheels in the asphalt, by turning the wheels to the right after the car is stopped make some really weird noises that seem synchronized with my keyboard or something. Sounds like moving stuff around but i'm not sure. She does that frequently when she's at home. Monday she "forgot" the TV on all morning after she or somebody else made a big noise and woke me up at 6 am after 5 hours of sleep. That day and the following i was really like a zombie.
Yesterday no Tuesday was gardening day at my neighbors. By the pool. Almost 5 hours two power tools of over 100 dB each in the same time where trimming and blowing the fences and bushes. My ears where hurting, literally. And my brain was scrambled inside.
And then there's my down stairs neighbor. The Italian looking guy. The apartment underneath is vacated since last September. One more level down. The guy smokes some slow burning natural untreated cigarettes that smell really really bad. When he leaves for work i think, before noon, he opens the bedroom window and then i have to close mine. Depending on the wind, sometimes it comes from the other way, from the kitchen. I have to be very careful opening the windows cause it can get worse.
A few days ago i looked at a small ball of mineral insulation from the attic with a strong magnifying glass. Actually with a camera lens pulled out of the camera. Among fibers i say tiny maybe a few hundredth of a mm tar or rubber particles, or both. That explains the hellish smell of the attic, combined with cigarette smoke. Especially when it gets hot like today at 110F. The tiles of the roof are made of bitumen and sand. There's washed out bitumen and sand from the tiles in the gutters.
By the time my wife got home a quarter to midnight i almost fainted. I opened the balcony door to get some air and the neighbor was having a glass of some alcoholic drink visible on the side of the balcony. I opened the bottle, poured myself a shot of rum and tried not to faint until my wife gets home. Then when she entered the door a few minutes later i got better as i always do. Drink or not. Then she got mad and threw my 12 dollar bottle of rum i risked my life for in the sink. She never done that before. I didn't want to argue too much especially because the voice of the neighbor in the balcony speaking on the phone "got scared". I went to the supermarket and bought some beer, again avoiding a cohort of mostly small and old and smelly cars that were showing out of nowhere at this hour in every intersection. All liquor stores are closed after ten. I was actually tempted of stopping and enter in a bar, i saw the Lure was opened. Never been in a bar before since 1995 when i came here. Only once in a restaurant where they serve alcoholic beverages. No, i once had a beer at Spaghetti Old Factory.
But now i don't feel like drinking anymore. Maybe watch some TV and go to sleep. Ok, i opened a bottle of beer and reread and corrected typos and mistakes of what i wrote before. Now i think i begin to feel like a philosopher again.
Drugs vs Alcohol
For evolutionists only.
Drugs came much later in humans' lifes because they needed fire or refining to be used as they are used today. Even when fire was discovered they never abused drugs until modern days. Alcohol was used and abused from much older times and actually by other species too even before humans existed, in the form of rotten fruit. That's why humans have a gene that alows them to metabolize alcohol. Their brain or mind also is probably better adapted psychologically to the effects of it. With drugs, a totally different story. Europeans actually never came in contact with them until great explorations' times. That's why they have so much more devastating effects on humans' psychic.
Drugs came much later in humans' lifes because they needed fire or refining to be used as they are used today. Even when fire was discovered they never abused drugs until modern days. Alcohol was used and abused from much older times and actually by other species too even before humans existed, in the form of rotten fruit. That's why humans have a gene that alows them to metabolize alcohol. Their brain or mind also is probably better adapted psychologically to the effects of it. With drugs, a totally different story. Europeans actually never came in contact with them until great explorations' times. That's why they have so much more devastating effects on humans' psychic.