An interesting observation about the size and scale of humans in relation to the rest of the universe is the following. "You are a planet." The current model places the smallest objects around 10^-35 meters, while the largest, the known observable universe, is about 10^26 meters. This creates a full scale of 10^61 degrees of magnitude in base 10. Moving the reference point of measurement to 0 on the scale gives an average size object of 10^30.5 magnitude, and places humans
This "For Kicks" section are my quick responses to a post in a forum from around 2012, where I attempted to be witty and funny while also coming up with quick answers to 10 unsolved questions in Physics and science. Needless to say, I don't think anyone responded, and I was probably the only one laughing. For the record, my comment about noobs at the end of question 10 was meant to be playful and snarky, and to goad the other users into a response. They were people who I knew
If the cloudy red hues stop twirling, this means night has won again. If the sterling blues are whirling, this means day has just began. Stop and note the wind is singing From its song can wisdom come Feel the energy it’s bringing It’s not a song that you can hum.
I came across 1 anonymous verse online a while back, the first verse below, and added the second verse in response. Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there! He wasn't there again today, Oh how I wish he'd go away! Tomorrow, below the sky, I'll meet a gal, who's never by! She won't be there the next day too, I wonder when she will come through!
Lonely House A house not a home Made of stone, made of stone Is all filled but alone On my street And inside dwells a boy Filled with grief not with joy With a flame in my eyes Feel the heat Gripping so slowly at something The walls of my mind caving in Questioning death and its meaning Observing the sadness within Dealing with people’s abuses Causing me spiritual pain Who and what to believe in But still not yet insane The dreams are all dead In my head, In my head Like the
E=mc^2 Energy has always been there Now just take the speed of light And square it since it’s bright Cause E=mc^2 Pi is roughly 3.14 A circle is what it’s used for Simply square the radii And then multiply by pi Cause pi is roughly 3.14 Chemistry is bubbling over In my erlylnmyer flask I sure hope that it’s not toxic Need my ventilation mask.
Willie Tennis, My Babooc, and Me There was a small ball round and yellow, who sat on a shelf for many days, he never had fun, those days gone and long done, how he misses all the joys of child’s play. He wasn’t of Volley or Soccer, didn’t come from Korea or Venice, with his family name, he was good at one game, for his ancestors all came from Tennis. One Sunday my Babooc came over, my grandpa’s Italian nickname, he saw I was glum, because I had no one, to run with, or sing, o
This is an archive of some songs my uncle wrote for guitar before he passed in 1983 Are Reasons Worth the Time Pretty girl in your dreams, are worlds you’d like to see, And is their someone in those dreams, could that someone be me you see? Pretty girl in your heart, are words you’d like to hear, Sometimes feelings are hard to find, why to me it seems so clear. How could anyone be as near. Chorus: Wish I could find the reason, Wish I could be closer to you. All dreams must ha
Written by my mother 25 years ago, about her grandmother's cellar. Grandmom’s Cellar The stair passage is nearly as narrow as the creaky steps themselves. Steps that bow slightly, in their paint worn centers, from countless trips up and down. The once white plaster wall on the left is studded with tarnished hooks; lots of hooks. Hooks crammed with out of date calendars, weary aprons, frayed towels, and a sundry of items hangable. The opposite wall is laden with black bottomed