## 9. MISCELLANY

#### Subsections

- 9. miscellany - general
- 9.1 poetry
- 9.2 Einstein quotes
- 9.3 other quotes
- 9.4 terms and definitions
- 9.5 The Nerd test and other tests.
- 9.6 Murphy's law
- 9.7 proof methods

### 9.1 POETRY

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mathematics
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    Origin of mathematics:

    Be of those who descend into earth, Puissant Baal complies.  He desires a
    cow-calf in Dubr, A heifer in Shihlmemat-field \ Lies with her times
    seventy-seven, (20 lines missing) [ ... ] ... times eighty-eight.  She
    [conc]eives and gives birth to Math.

    This is an excerpt from "Poems About Baal and Anat."  These poems were
    recorded on clay tablets that were discovered (accidentally by a farmer
    plowing his fields in 1928) in the ruins of the Canaanite city state of
    Ugarit (modern Ras Shamra) on the north coast of Syria.  The translation is
    from Pritchard, James B., Ancient Near Eastern Texts.  Princeton, 1969

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    The Talented Man

    Of Science and logic he chatters As fine and fast as he can; Though I am no
    judge of such matters, I'm sure he's a talented man.

    -- Winthrop Mackworth Praed (English writer,1802-1839)

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    From: "Marco Mahler" <marco@marcomahler.com>
    These are song lyrics
    The music's at http://www.marcomahler.com

                                   From "Fields"

                 there's so much beauty in science that alliances
                               collapse and perhaps
                               cease to be abstract
                            and become one with my wife
                alive i dive into solitude again and there's no end
                       cause without infinity nothing exists
                                   so i persist

                the senses perception is past conception will last
                    the vast ignorance, delivers the difference
            between reflecting gases in front of dark space and the sky

                                   "1's and O's"

                                 subliminal nation
                              Looking for gravitation
                  so now i've quit eating light bulbs and snacks
                           i've had it with those slacks
        like an astronaut on a sailing boat, or eating bagels with tom joad
                   human cowbells, in biological computer cells
                    Raindrops on your head while your swimming
                    and me grinning by the piers with the deers
             you know, she's just so right on, she comes on so strong

                            i wanna hide in a goosebump
                          ride around on a sneaker stump
                           breath through borrowed lungs
                                eat fresh humdrums
                              green with an elephant
                             challenged like an infant
                           infiltrated while integrated
             usually developing limbs at some distance from the ground
                   I hear simple speed and that feeds all needs
                                       while
             one 72nd of all gray matters, that matters, are flattered
                                     and dive

                     one dimensional things out of chronology
                           american folk music anthology
                    childlike elevation, waiting for salvation
       a self made active brilliance, for millions, like ants chasing ants,
                   like cows with hay fever, and maniac weavers
                              the fruits of the roots
                         to become the roots of the fruits
                the ankle high culture is coming through the woods
                                coming on in loops

                              press control g for go
                communication can be broken down into ones and o’s

                               "Focused Hokuspokus"

                                focused hokuspokus
                               singing like a locust
                                 outdated concepts
                                  accept precepts
                              single celled organism
                             immortality and mechanism
                                  creative speed
                               and the need to feed
                   the reaction to the reaction to the reaction
                             when it's just a fraction
                                   it seems nuts
                        but we peel 'em down to their guts
                                tactility and sound
                      the moon comes up and the sun goes down

                                    think tank
                                    think blank
                                      nip nap
                                     nap time
                            strawberries like to travel
                                 in the wintertime
                                  two oars and me
                               lame horse and a tree
                                   multitasking
                            if someone should be asking
                                   3 4 5 6 7 8 9
                               shovel out the night
                             or just turn on the light
                               it comes as it comes
                               with laces and crumbs
                               what a mind of frame
                                 in a game of time

                                     ding ding
                             your left foot is ringing
                           rhythmic coffee hand shaking
                               faking the raycon sly
                              man looking to the left
                              watching for his theft
                            best viewed in slow motion
                            with plenty of brain lotion
                                 and it’s go go go
                          To the banks of the river below
                          could I have three feet of milk
                                two pounds of sleep
                                four elbows to rub
                          and an omnipotential butter cup

                               money in a tree trunk
                             funny with our ski monks
                              chunks full of bedrocks
                              uncooked and jam locks
                                 money in the sky
                                  eye sight high
                       so fast we got a coughing night light
                                when the fun starts
                             that's when a time comes
                             man you wanna trade jobs

engineering
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    From: NANCY_GILL@bdt.COM (Nancy Gill)

                                   The Condemned

    When the earth was created, the powers above,
    Gave each man a job to work at and love.
    He made doctors and lawyers and plumbers and then,
    He made carpenters, singers, and confidence men.
    And when each had a job to work as he should,
    He looked them all over and saw it was good.

    He then sat down to rest for a day,
    When a horrible groan chanced to come his way.
    The Lord then looked down and his eyes opened wide,
    For a motley collection of bums stood outside.
    "And what do you want?" the creator asked them,
    "Help us," they cried out, "A job for us men".
    "We have no profession," they cried in dismay,
    "And even the jails have turned us away".
    Said the Lord, "I've seen many things without worth,
    But here I find gathered the scum of the earth!"

    The Lord was perplexed, and then he was mad,
    For the jobs were all gone, there was none to be had.
    Then he spoke aloud in a deep angry tone,
    "Forever and ever ye mongrels shall roam,
    Ye shall freeze in the summer and sweat when it's cold,
    Ye shall work on equipment that's dirty and old,
    Ye shall crawl under raised floors, and there cables lay,
    Ye shall be called out at midnight and work through the day,
    Ye shall work on all holidays, and not make your worth,
    Ye shall be blamed for all downtime that occurs on the earth,
    Ye shall watch all the glory go to software and sales,
    Ye shall be blamed by them both if the system then fails.
    Ye shall be paid nothing out of sorrow and tears,
    Ye shall be forever cursed, and called FIELD ENGINEERS!"

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    From: clulow@ix.netcom.com (John Clulow)
    Plot the product of xy equals 3,

    4, or 5 on a sphere of immeasurable size.  Then through mental
    transportation find the point of destination, independent of real space and
    time.

    A single path is found to go the sphere around; to where East meets West
    and where north-'n-south's a jest, and where positive and negative unite.

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#### Subsections

- 9. miscellany - general
- 9.1 poetry
- 9.2 Einstein quotes
- 9.3 other quotes
- 9.4 terms and definitions
- 9.5 The Nerd test and other tests.
- 9.6 Murphy's law
- 9.7 proof methods

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