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Image is of a dining room table, with a fish, is it cod, alewife, or... nah! we don’t eat the dead sea-creatures. It’s an inverted splodge that is meaningful to us, kind of a dating thing. Image © Peter Whincop 2011.

Sorry for all the silly photos. Even though I’ll claim they are virtually untouched, just color-corrected, and made to have their longest side at 998px or 4.99in at 72dpi non-rotation-fixed JPEG, blah and more blah, they are all forgeries. I have shaped every aspect of the images. I don’t have a computer that can zap magic particles at clouds—laser, “sound blaster/laser,” sonic hologram, ionized magic, plasma guns, supersonic dark-matter rays, Bose-Einstein Condensate The Head Phone Tomb, UFOs, god, collective concentration where meditation takes us all to a special shared space, rabies or toxoplasmosis or syphilis (or anything else that alters neural networks). No, I have a 2 1/2-year-old MacBook Pro that is capable of transmitting data even with Airport off, no ethernet connection, and Bluetooth disabled; and it can take videos and photos without the green light going on—a couple of students of mine who worked at Apple as summer interns, posted to our class mailing listed something about the green light being impossible to be disconnected from the iSore camera that comes with MacBook Pros. So, hard wear and tear and wicked coding skills abound. Or a retinal implant, or a deviating optic nerve, or little magnetic pulses* into the cerebellum (“little brain”).

Therefore I shape everything using cloud computing, because with the videos, Final Cut takes forever (hubris takes a oneskin, twoskin, threeskin,... who?) and a day, even briskly, even as fast as is possible when I am visiting the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. (I’m Jew-ish, I can say these things. A, that is.)

*A friend (but I am sure it is an anti-friend relationship), told me what his father’s research was, and what role he played in it. Truly amazing and attractive stuff from SH—it boggles the mind. [To be continued above under “van der Waal Forces are So Passé.]

Oh, a thought while it is still detectable by my fingers: journals such as Literary and Linguistic Computing (which no doubt warrants a <strong> designation) probably have in their wisdom orbifolded ascetic esoterotic—or exo-—advices or sapience more than meets the night-wanderlusting well-read mind’s eye, (ego cogito ergo sum?) they go deeper than that. The academe snakes its head way in secretly, or sneaks its way sacredly: perhaps the same Hegelian synthesis. And my other thought (just two for the night, except I have some music to post, perhaps a silly video I took of Peter and he I think has one of me from my “rock star” days, and the usual flurry of photos) (I had to say that f-word as we have been more than dusted with the white powder slightly iridescent stuff, but not the desiccated variety that... <transmission is lost, Faraday cage alert for 4‘33”—in which at Harvard’s anechoic chamber, now destroyed, the composer famously said he could hear two sounds in the silence. One turned out to be his heart beating, and the other the sound of his own nervous system talking to him or just doing whatever nervous systems do>)

Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd. “testing purity of cocaine” forum—as elucidating as its hygroscopically-inhibited iridescence. Probably other parts of the form, as it usually the case with these things. Superficially it is interesting, quaint use of language though certainly not as offshore as .ru would suggest; and at face-value, FWIW, well, if that is different from a superfice of an edifice, then there might be something in that poetry of such frenetic phonetic ex-streams (across the blood-brain barrier or some encephallic scope* detail of brain activism) of faux-confident posturing. (I’d know a few wasted types thinking not so tactically sound using the logic of two big fat lines, two walrus tusks, that sound in “I am the Walrus” that people make, and walruses are like sea lions which sounds like c-lines, which gets us back full oceanic (to cleveland) circle (for Bostonians), or the sea ess lion or C. S. Lewis lion is Aslan which is an a-gram of nasal, which is something about something I don’t know, fake confidences, gaited struts and facial beams, holding up, I don’t know, their personality bank.)

*Examination of the brain or the cavity of a cerebral abscess by direct inspection. Is that like a drug bust? At the end of Traffic, Catherine ζ-function Jones smuggles blow into California as coke-solid dolls! So a cocaine bust might be something similar, especially when thought of in the context of that actress.

Speaking of transcendent properties and their epistemology (how we come to know things), the:–

Logarithmic derivative on the critical strip

where is the density of zeros of ζ on the critical strip 0 < Re(s) < 1 (δ is the Dirac delta distribution, and the sum is over the nontrivial zeros ρ of ζ).

and

In mathematics, the Prime zeta function is an analogue of the Riemann zeta function, studied by Glaisher (1891). It is defined as the following infinite series, which converges for :

The Euler product for the Riemann zeta function ζ(s) implies that

which by Möbius inversion gives

This gives the continuation of P(s) to , with an infinite number of logarithmic singularities at points where ns is a pole or zero of ζ(s). The line is a natural boundary as the singularities cluster near all points of this line.