Boolean logic, human sense and holidays

The best about Boolean logic is the bunch of paradoxes within itself, in that you expand to reduce; and break to join.

Now human sensibility and logic -- are we a bunch of paradoxes too! Are we disorganised so our mind would fathom order, or organised so we constrain chaos?

It is nearly half past five, and I am hallucinating again, shuttling between my parallel universes of human sense and Boolean logic, monochrome and colour, theory and practice.

Oh, but oh, it is holiday time, and am thrilled :-). Cake, icing and more cake; I never am bored in the last few weeks of December :-). Chaos and order are one to me now, borg or human I am loving my holiday :-).

"Auto"biographies.

...and just how fast have they begun crowding book shelves; do great men grow on trees?!?!

Every other newly sprung celebrity has found solace in satiating their insecure selves with an autobiography. Shobha De and Jenson Button's autobiographies laden with fine-print pictures, do not compare two hoots to a Lance Armstrong or a Khan Abdul Ghafar Khan in substance. Today's times of greatness or genius measured by material wealth and pretty money-print, bringing a gleam of $$ to the shallow eye instead of a sparkle, makes me chuckle at the foolishness of the human rat race and the self-proclaimed importance in the new "literary" auto-biographer.

I consider myself lucky to have been guided by parents and teachers who introduced me to lives they felt were important for me to "assimilate" as I grew up. To name a few, "My life and struggle" by Khan Abdul Ghafar Khan was one of the finest biographies that would inspire even the inanimate. Other unsung heroes whom I have read about in tiny essays, deserve more shelf space than the rubbish accumulating in today's bookstalls. I have been in the hunt for Henry Ford's biography since ages, only to rely upon Amazon to make my purchase, as most bookstalls neither had the ISBN nor the name of the book listed in their catalogue. Hardly does one know, that Clara, Henry Ford's wife has a greater story to narrate than Shobha De's surge to "journalism". Let alone Clara Ford, I earn more right to call myself opinionated than De!

I have a wish-list of biographies to hope for, but I doubt would ever be written: Roger Penrose, whose works almost amount to the theory of everything; and John Surtees for the genius that he was in motorsport.

For all work W and productivity P, and W => P; M constitutes every productive human in P earning revenue R, such that a weighted M => R. Does G (the set of the great) equal M, or is G an undefined part of W, that one cannot define or write a biography for?! Whom would you want to read?

The Formula One of '08

I have views and a lot of them. Forecasts first. The F1 economic-slowdown-survival-fitness-test: simply getting vintage engines in, would make Formula One look more spectacular than fancy engines driving the grid around; we might actually witness something we never perhaps have -- real racing . Besides, FIA's ever-changing rule book and craftiness makes for the ever-brewing melting pot that it stirs.

Technology, traction, KERS, global meltdown or not, trust F1 to stay afloat the cesspool. Darwin may not have derived fitness factors for survival, but present day computer scientists do, and having Bernie govern F1 rules ensures the survival of the sport. My only worries are for the shrinking grid.

All my prejudice about the history of '08 : Speaking of F1's best, my vote goes yet again to only Alonso. He is the one image to carve of an F1 racer, with Raikkonen a close second -- quite the fire and wind of F1's racing. Hamilton in the fray, is simply Ron Dennis' voodoo flame, and not really the something-new that F1 wishes to see. My prejudice aside, Hamilton is drop-dead impressive, competent and yes, very committed -- perhaps overly committed to chicanes albeit ;). And give Narain a wild card on a Ferrari; oh and yes he would indeed podium.

Paradigm shifts, and just how many of them in the last decade. Now here comes the season I look to!

My date with time...

What are the odds of this happening when you really want to know the time, and don't bother to wear a watch!

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Mon Aug 18 18:18:18 BST 2008

For more reasons than just pure mysticism, my unix prompt has always had a dash of clairvoyance when it speaks to me :-). After a marathon of Star Trek's Voyager almost all that Sunday, besides the motorsports-filled-weekend, you can't blame me for hallucinating.

:)

It's summer, and have been upto very typical summer-y tasks one might think of -- a new bicycle, new errands, new holidays and perhaps new day-time dreaming. It's funny, that in rather tropical zones, I happen to love the night for the sheer calm that sets in almost instantaneously; whilst in the more temperate summer, I can barely distinguish between night and day..

First things first, what is with Formula One?! Short answer -- nothing. This is after all Formula One, with the perennial tradition of blitz, controversy, money and emotion, that is never going to fade -- bring on a new F2 to replace GP2, or had Mosley even lost his vote; Formula One would still stay, encompassing the baggage it is destined to carry with (pride?!) fortitude. While I was indeed pondering about the future of Formula One, and the bulkiness of new baggage piling on season after season, it just unfolds to our senses just how the sport survives, on a wee strand of DNA, which is more than enough to propel the sport to the heights it is destined to stay at. All that said, I am still not a fan of Formula One; just perhaps a very very unbiased spectator... still!

Two-wheels: This is what humans do to look superhuman. Perhaps it is simply easier for my little mind to come to terms with the edge one's got to deal with on just two wheels, no radio, no pit stops, and just the track before you. That whole debate about traction control -- should it be there, should it not, well, I have my opinions. Shut it off, I'd say to cheer on the most talented humans out there, but again this just gets as oxymoronic as can be, when machines are designed to be their heavenly best. The only thing that annoys me is the snooze-fest that the "race" turns into, that there is no weekend I can consistently say what is needed to make motoGP as grand as it was many years ago. Nonetheless, if we have no race on track, there is one in the championship standings, which makes this oxymoronic season by far one of the most challenging since ages.

Nature: Go to my other blog, and re-read the posts I have written a year ago. I am just back from a walk in the rose garden, and have never felt better. I still love pinks and reds and violets :(. I just stole a lovely pink button rose. Hush.

Nature and words

The Lance Armstrong movie will be out at last, and I am pleased :)

Recent travel to many different places, has been a wonderful experience for me. Having barely travelled in my past, I look at my recent trips as many wonderful moments, some tough, some easy, that have enriched me. For a while, I toured some of Southern India, and fell for the picturesque landscapes amongst its numerous villages, that I must say thankfully lay hidden from the manic urban exploits.




I must say I have missed my blog; as I retrospect, I just realise how much my writing is driven by my emotion. I long for that spell that poets are born with, or newspaper-editors are soiled with. Bad or good, it is emotion that makes for a wild piece of written material to me. I have had bland spells where I have felt nothing, that words simply sound like a computer program that human robots execute; maybe I've attained Nirvana :D Perhaps when words fail me, I shall write :)

It's a mad mad world...

... and in Brownian motion. If there is no news for the day, we make some; if too much, we dump some. Now, Cocaine and performance -- seriously, I now ponder which news story is more ridiculous: the vicious F1 soap opera or the new drug scandal that Hingis faces.

I hated it from the time that Axl Rose was questioned about Mr. Brownstone, to each line of those harmless lyrics; and I am shocked that no one has awarded Rose for those pretty answers to a pretty dumb testimony -- to be honest, that is one of his many sweet 'n sour works I thoroughly adore; now now, some blog-patrol might scandalise me for mentioning the word "sweet" for Brownstone. Hell, bring him on...

It is about time that the media, the jury or whosoever law-maker knows what to scandalise and what not to. It is unanimous, unarguable, that steroid tests on athletes are sensible, and I'd sure gather myself together and react more sane to a Martina choosing steroids over cocaine -- but to be charged with "performance-downplaying" Cocaine is some desperate ploy of the dope-squad for having nothing to report to the media in a long while.

All I can say is that the media is such a vulnerable domain, in that if you love it, you do it simply for the love of it -- free and priceless; but if you hate it and do it for a pay-cheque alone, it is time the media walk out of the scene and head to Kindergarten for some serious growing up to do!