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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

lot of watermelons


Watermelons! why are there No wild growing watermelons
Question is writing an art
Words how they Rome
Just looking for a home
Saddle up old Rhone
Wrangler’s rides
Just where they hide
Keep them in stride
Hook them up fan them out
Don’t forget the trout
What’s this all about
Its spring time in the Rockies
Watermelons! Why are there No wild growing watermelons about

Lot March the madness

March, one, two thousand eleven; Can you feel it, Carnival, fat Tuesday, Mardi gras, Ash Wednesday, Spring Equinox St. Patrick day, there is a madness about. In Roman times it was the first month of the year, yea new years. The bear are waking up. Look out. Oh No spring clean up, dread lot of work. Yucca, Spring tonic. Did you know that March is the month of poems?

It’s time for this old cowboy to give err a try

A lariat I did buy

Less giver err a try

Shake a loop

Twirl it high

Hand held high

Let err fly

A steak I might fry

Missed by a head

Not to dread

Shake a loop

Twirl it high

Hand held high

Let err fly

Why did I buy this lariat too try

Miss again

Aw heck with it nobody will eat a picket fence anyway

By me an old cowhand

Warning from who, there is to be expected an outbreak of spring fever. It is in the air. Use a mask to protect the frail and insane, worst case scenario you will go out of your head. Two to five years old will be overly precocious. Tis the season to be mad ha-ha wow, ouch, lol have fun. Wow is now.

Hey I found my hat, let ride Ya Hoooooooooooo woo thank you have fun, God bless

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Lot time of shrinkage


Nirupam Ghosh a fellow blogger and engineer; has made a point of time shrinkage, relativity of MR Einstein. For the most part most people do not care to exercise the Hypothalamus. However I do, may be, possibly understand the problem. Huh? I am going to give it a try at the risk of error and warping the sanity of our readers. Hopefully my prate falls will muse some and other wise exercise the funny bone. Wow! POW! (Bovine in church) batman! I drew a graph of Nirupan’s post on the shrinkage of time. A little consultation, with a dash of time travel, with an old carpenter’s friend Pythagoras, my granddad’s old railroad chronometer, that a watch, by the way. Here is some mathematical analogous. The theorem is C squared = A squared +B squared, or the hypotenuse = the sum of the square’s of the other two sides. For simplicity 3 X 3 = 9 plus 4X4 = 16, 16+9=25, C squared 5X5=25 so 25=25 or 25-25=0. It is the same for the other triangle so 0=0. Now wait one cotton minute! There is supposes to be some shrinkage. Sorry Nirupam I could not resist. LOL! It is all relative to the point of view of the observer. Let’s take another look. You board a plane in San Francisco at noon and fly east to New York, a ten hour flight. You arrive and look at your watch and it read 10: PM, the clock on the airport wall reads 2: AM, that’s fourteen hours but you only flue for ten. What did you do jump into the future? OK, not really noon in San Fran is: 4 o clock PM in New York. The return flight would take ten hours, leaving at noon you would arrive in San Francisco at 6 pm. Your watch and clocks in New York and San Francisco. Are in different reference points but they are all reference to a clock in Greenwich England. Let’s try this a wee bit faster. All aboard the Benjamin, we will take off from Ogden, Utah, USA at noon. And fly east the Benjamin is power by dark energy so getting to light speed is no problem. The round trip takes 0.0004 seconds. But the earth has turned and the lap’s time on the clock at Ogden is 12:00.001 but your watch reads 12:00.0004.now if we head west our watch would still read 12:00.0004 and the clock in Ogden would read 12:00.0014. Now if your head is buzzing I am sorry it that dark energy, it does that, so just move away a bit and it will go away.

Thank you for fly with me on the Benjamin and god bless

Lot of intelligent design

A young man was given a toy. Why, his birthday maybe, Christmas is a possibly, from a friend, from a parent, just because he want it? Is there a reason that he was given a toy? Who gave him the toy? The young man loves the toy. He gave it a name he call it a rock. Now he played with his rock all day and took it to bed with him and sleep with it. He carried it in his pocket everywhere he went. He found that the rock could protect him from bad things. It gave him joy to play with his toy.

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