The ridiculosity is absurd!

I've heard some ridiculous words.
But these are the ridickest.

sartorial: adj. Of or relating to tailoring.

uxorial: adj. Of, relating to, or characteristic of a wife.

tatterdemalion: n. A person dressed in tattered clothing.

shibboleth: n. Any word or phrase that can be used to distinguish members of a group from outsiders.

It's ridic.

Twitter

I've developed a new system to show just how hopeless people are.
Take your number of updates and divide it by your number of followers. The larger the number, the more hopeless a human being you are.

Oh yeah

Today sucked.
(MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T BE GIVING OFFERINGS TO THE GODDESS OF DISCORD, YOU IDIOT)

And I return

I've let the blog lay fallow for two point five months and I think I may be ready to return to the whole write-down-how-I-feel thing.

Since December 15th, I've applied to ten colleges and gotten into two of them.
I went to California
I was chosen to be Oscar in the school production of the Odd Couple
I've managed to memorize very little of my part in the time I've been given
I've gotten more spiritual
I've bought 3 kidrobot sweatshirts.

Right now, I've finished applying for financial aid and I'm hawking over my e-mail to see if I've gotten any mail from any schools. I still have to read the gov chapter but I probably won't, and I still have to do some Italian HW and I probably will.

My overall mood was comparable to that of Bambi after his mother was shot for until February break, but then I met some nice people, got some e-mails and got a whole lotta kidrobot stuff. Since then, I've been a lot more content.

Anything else? I re-did my altar to give it a more Discordian taste. The offering bowl to Eris is now in the middle instead of under everything, and since shit's been going well I've been sacrificing a little bit more to her (Heck, I asked her to get rid of a bout of hiccups for me and poof, gone). Weird? Eh, maybe. Do I know anything about discordianism? No. Still gotta read the Principia, but hey, offering to Eris seems to be working so w/e.

I guess that's everything. Talk to ya later, blog.

PS- Don't ever read Sartre's No Exit and Camus' The Stranger in the same night. EVER.

Stanford 2013?

I am dejected,

Which rhymes with rejected

Which is what I am.

Blogs...

I read other people's blogs and no one reads mine. It's hideously depressing. maybe I should put labels on this post or something.

Everyone says
"You're in, you're in!"
But still you know,
There's not just an in,
For three weeks drag on,
Stalled cars on side streets,
Just waiting for answers.
The tow truck won't come
but for not a truck in tow
do you wait,
but a letter
THE letter!
Pinned to the back
and still weeks must you wait.
With the letter, your fate
10 percent yes, and still 90 no,
And you sit here and pray
but that's all you can do
a minute, one day
and one day, a year
a week is a lifetime
And never, I fear
Will my tow truck come in
With a "YES!" on the back

And so for the 15th, I wait and I sigh
For that day life begins
Or that day, I'll die.

The Annotated LHS Dictionary

Okayy(int.)- What's up
Okayy Ryan.
Okayyy(int.)- Term used to show recognition.
Okayyy Ryan, trah-na eat!
I see you(int.)- Lookin' good!
Okayyy Ryan, I see you, those shoes are mad fresh.
tight(adj.)- Angry, flustered.
Fuck, he's gotta stop cuttin'. I'm so tight right now!
irate(adj.)- tight
I couldn't play pong tonight. I'm irate!
to cut(v.)- to taunt/dis
Yo Jensi, trah-na cut!
to cut ass(v.)- to taunt harshly.
Oh shit, Stanton be cuttin' ass!
mad(adj)- very
Yo Andre, yo' new kicks are mad nice.
oh, nah! (ex.)- That can't be true!
-David, I don't think I can give you a ride home.
-Oh, nah!

It's been a while again.

I've been remiss in updating my blog because life is a lot of work :(
Princeton interview Monday, Harvard interview next week. Term paper I haven't yet started due December 8th. Scholarship applications. Stanford says I 'm missing a teacher recommendation, I hear back December 15th. Prepare for Model Congress. Get shirts. LMCXXXIX. Road test December 23rd.

January 1st, bliss.

The Definitive Guide to Taking the SATs and ACTs for the Nervous Testtaker

My tutor told me the day before my SATs that I wouldn't break 2000. Well, I did. I don't know how, because I hated preparing for the test and I usually just fucked around instead of preparing.
I ended up scoring pretty high.
Anyway, for anyone who's interested in what I do before each test, maybe this guide will help you.

MOST IMPORTANT- REDUCE STRESS!
Kvetching about your standardized tests will get you nowhere, but sometimes people can't just eliminate their stress. However, here are a few things I do to relieve stress a bit:
1. Take your mind off the test.
-The less you think about the test, the less stressed you get. Try going out for dinner the night before instead of taking one last practice test.
-The morning of the test, think about how great it'll be after the test is over.
-Sleep less. This works especially well for the SATIIs because they're shorter and for the ACTs which require less reasoning. If you think about being tired, you don't think about testing
2. Do something stress relieve-y.
-Bike to the test center
-Squeeze those stress reliever ball things
-(or the other balls... You know what I'm talking about...)
-Listen to music you'd normally listen to to get to sleep!
-Take a good shit. Really, it's great before a test.

RITUALS/PLACEBOS
Hey, if you think it's working for you, it'll work for you.
1. Lucky writing utensil!
2. Talisman of sort?
3. Anything you do for luck really.

ATTIRE/HYGEINE
Don't dress to impress. It's a test for chrissakes.
1. Take the test in PJs. It's fantastic.
2. Shower or brush your teeth right before the test. If you don't feel clean you won't focus on the test.
3. Guys- wear boxer briefs. Maximum Support!
Girls- your most comfortable undies. Comfort starts from underneath!

PHYSICAL PREPARATION
1. Eat enough so you aren't hungry for breakfast, but don't eat so much that you feel full. Feeling hungry or full only takes your mind off the test.
2. Don't sleep too much or too little. Either way, you'll be tired. Don't go to bed at the crack of dawn, but don't go to bed as if you were in preeschool.

MENTAL PREPARATION
1. Don't cram. You'll forget all of that stuff at the time of the test anyway.
2. It's only as fun/boring/stupid as you make it. Go into the test center and act like you're just hanging out with your friends. Convince yourself the test is fun and maybe it'll be fun.

oh yeah, and maybe sign up for a tutor or something. that shit don't help anyway.

But seriously, just try to make yourself as happy, relaxed, and comfortable as possible and your 650+s and 30+s will come.

HEY

IF YOU READ THIS YOU'RE GAY

Fucking Consumer...

Electro's the music rage with all of the Frenchies and their Justice and DatA and Danger and SebastiAn and Kavinsky and Arpanet and Daft Punk's new album looming in the distance and so on and so forth...
But today, I'm listening to something new... or rather, ten years old.
I'm digging back to the roots of this Synthpop Electroclash French Electro House Condominium business with I-F's Space Invaders are Smoking Grass, the originator of the Electroclash movement.
Enjoy!
I-F - Space Invaders are Smoking Grass

So Alice and Bob...

I was going over some random notes I had from one of my physics classes and found an article about quantum teleportation. I decided to wikipedia it to get a little more information. I've never heard of such complex theories stated using situations.
This is quoted directly.

"Suppose Alice has a qubit that she wants to teleport to Bob. This qubit can be written generally as:

Our quantum teleportation scheme requires Alice and Bob to share a maximally entangled state beforehand, for instance one of the four Bell states

,

,

,

.

Alice takes one of the particles in the pair, and Bob keeps the other one. The subscripts A and B in the entangled state refer to Alice's or Bob's particle. We will assume that Alice and Bob share the entangled state .

So, Alice has two particles (C, the one she wants to teleport, and A, one of the entangled pair), and Bob has one particle, B. In the total system, the state of these three particles is given by

Alice will then make a partial measurement in the Bell basis on the two qubits in her possession. To make the result of her measurement clear, we will rewrite the two qubits of Alice in the Bell basis via the following general identities (these can be easily verified):

and

The three particle state shown above thus becomes the following four-term superposition:

Notice all we have done so far is a change of basis on Alice's part of the system. No operation has been performed and the three particles are still in the same state. The actual teleportation starts when Alice measures her two qubits in the Bell basis. Given the above expression, evidently the results of her (local) measurement is that the three-particle state would collapse to one of the following four states (with equal probability of obtaining each):

• 
• 
• 
• 

Alice's two particles are now entangled to each other, in one of the four Bell states. The entanglement originally shared between Alice's and Bob's is now broken. Bob's particle takes on one of the four superposition states shown above. Note how Bob's qubit is now in a state that resembles the state to be teleported. The four possible states for Bob's qubit are unitary images of the state to be teleported.

The crucial step, the local measurement done by Alice on the Bell basis, is done. It is clear how to proceed further. Alice now has complete knowledge of the state of the three particles; the result of her Bell measurement tells her which of the four states the system is in. She simply has to send her results to Bob through a classical channel. Two classical bits can communicate which of the four results she obtained.

After Bob receives the message from Alice, he will know which of the four states his particle is in. Using this information, he performs a unitary operation on his particle to transform it to the desired state :

• If Alice indicates her result is , Bob knows his qubit is already in the desired state and does nothing. This amounts to the trivial unitary operation, the identity operator.

• If the message indicates , Bob would send his qubit through the unitary gate given by the Pauli matrix

to recover the state.

• If Alice's message corresponds to , Bob applies the gate

to his qubit.

• Finally, for the remaining case, the appropriate gate is given by

Teleportation is therefore achieved.

Experimentally, the projective measurement done by Alice may be achieved via a series of laser pulses directed at the two particles."

Hey, thanks wikpedia. I'm glad to know that two random computer engineers know so much about quantum computing that if necessary Alice and Bob could stay in touch via quantum teleportation.

Someone may think "oh, but Ryan, it's so much easier to understand quantum computing this way!" Yeah, well. I always thought situations were more for, say, "Alice has five apples. She gives three to Bob. How many apples does Alice have now?"

Discover me!

I wish I was a poet... I know I can't rhyme.
I have no meter, no rhythm, no time.
If only by the grace of some god I could get
Enough talent to make the words flow from my head,
I'd write every day,
I'd get a good pay,
And writers from afar would quote what I say.

I wish that I could be real pretentious and cool,
I'd be loved by teachers from every school.
At some young age I'd be sure to retire
I'd live far away and be even more admired.
While living abroad I'd write even more
About my childhood, my life, and other personal lore,
And for every stanza that I'd create
Another hundred dollars in royalties I'd make.

Of course, a day like this will never be-
This poem alone took an hour, at least.
The rhymes were cliché,
What rhymes with cliché?
I KNOW! Cliché doesn't rhyme with cliché, okay!
But anyway from the main point I digress,
That to be a poet I must hope for the best.
And since poets today make nothing anyway,
I'll just use my poems like this- to complain.

What Kurt Vonnegut thinks about writers strikes...

"Young Castle called me 'Scoop.' 'Good morning, scoop. What's new in the word game?'
'I might ask the same of you.'
'I'm thinking of calling a general stroke of all the writers until mankind finally comes to its senses. Would you support it?'
'Do writers have a right to strike? That would be like the police or the firemen walking out.'
'Or the college professors.'
'Or the college professors,' I agreed. I shook my head. 'No, I don't think my conscience would let me support a strike like that. When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlightenment and comfort at top speed.'
'I just can't help thinking what a real shaking up it would give people if, all of a sudden, there were no new books, new plays, new histories, new poems...'
'And how proud wuold you be when people started dying like flies?' I demanded.
'They'd die more like mad dogs, I think- snarling and snapping at each other and biting their own tails.'
I turned to Castle the elder. 'Sir, how does a man die when he's depravedof the consolations of literature?'
'In one of two ways,' he said, 'petrescence of the heart or atrophy of the nervous system.'
'Neither one very pleasant, I expect,' I suggested.
'No,' said Castle the elder. 'For the love of God, both of you, please keep writing!'"

(Cat's Cradle, chap. 103)

Higgs Boson

UM...

So particle physicists are looking for a new particle called the Higgs Boson. This is basically because in some calculations pertaining to the weak nuclear force (W and Z bosons) there are infinities that pop up in the calculations. Physicists believe that if they find this Higgs boson it will be the final touch, the cherry on the cake, of particle physics. In fact, scientists have built the large hadron collider at the CERN laboratories in Geneva in order to find this particle.

Two problems I have with science begin to take hold.

What if they don't find this Higgs boson? Well, it is the belief of some that we may have to redo the entire standard model. That means what we know forces occurring between particles, the model scientists have been working on since 1900, will have to be redone.

This is not what worries me.

What worries me is that scientists can't assure us that colliding these particles won't lead to the apocalypse.

One thing critics worry about is the possibility of creating a black hole and I hope that this is not the case. Though scientists say that the black hole would be very small even if it was created, and would be ejected into the atmosphere. But what if it isn't? What if a black whole big enough to engulf the whole planet is made?

Another things critics worry about is the possibility of creating a strangelet. A strangelet is a particle with an up quark, a down quark, and a strange quark. If the strange matter hypothesis is correct, however, every particle that comes in contact with the particle of strange matter would become strange matter. Much like the ice nine of Kurt Vonnegut's Cats Cradle led to the apocalypse, so too would this strangelet end the real world.

Though these worries may seem paranoid, scientists haven't said that these things won't happened. When asked, in fact, one scientist said that there was a one-in-fifty million chance that an apocalyptic situation as mentioned above would occur.

I don't want to hear that there is any chance that scientists may accidentally destroy the planet.

Not like anyone reads this anyway.

The Aston Villa Villains? Why on earth would a team call itself the villains? Don't you want to be the good guy? Being called "The Villains" would just make it easier to lose matches. Like right now, AV is losing to Manchester United 4-0, and they haven't made a single good shot on goal. Every time the ball gets past midfield, they either get an offsides or the ball is automatically taken back. Why? They're the Villains. They have to lose. That's life.

Other bad team names- the East Rockaway Rocks. Why don't the Brewers just call themselves the Milwaukee Walks?
Or how about the Friends Academy Quakers? They aren't even assosciated with the quaker faith.

Speaking of this, I really wish Lawrence used the phrase "tornado watch is in effect" more. It sounds really corny, but awesome.


Well, peace out no one.