Claude Monet Bank of the Seine VetheuilClaude Monet Autumn at ArgenteuilRene Magritte Woman BathingRene Magritte The Voice of the Winds
book works the readers through the ideas of quantum information theory, explaining qbits, quantum superpositions and computation based on atoms. He argues that random fluctuations in the quantum foam produced . This is why it is important for us to keep up and know what is going on in the world of science. Besides being fascinating, it is increasingly applicable and useful.
And now, please share with us your favorite science books - the ones that made a big impact on you and helped expand your mindhigher-density areas, then matter, stars, galaxies and life. His conclusion is the same as Kauffman’s - life is not an accident nor its divine. Rather, life is a consequence of the laws of computation and self-organization.ConclusionThere are so many great science books on topics ranging from physics and biology to economics and social science. These books discuss patterns in the world around us. And many of the themes are very familiar to us, technologists
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Unknown Artist Lazlo Emmerich Kenya
Unknown Artist Lazlo Emmerich KenyaDiego Rivera Night of the RichLeroy Neiman FemlinUnknown Artist Abstract Autumn by Dougall
In his right hand he carried the magical black sword Kring, which was forged from a thunderbolt and had a soul but suffers no scabbard. Hrun had stolen it only three days before from the impregnable palace of the sided crystals set at regular intervals in the walls and ceiling, and they shed a rather unpleasant glow that didn't so much illuminate as outline the darkArchmandrite of B'Ituni, and he was already regretting it. It was beginning to get on his nerves."I tell you it went down that last passage on the right," hissed Kring in a voice like the scrape of a blade over stone."Be silent!""All I said was-""Shut up!" And Twoflower...He was lost, he knew that. Either the building was much bigger than it looked, or he was now on some wide underground level without having gone down any steps, or - as he was beginning to suspect - the inner dimensions of the place disobeyed a fairly basic rule of architecture by being bigger than the outside. And why all these strange lights? They were eight-ness. And whoever had done those carvings on the
In his right hand he carried the magical black sword Kring, which was forged from a thunderbolt and had a soul but suffers no scabbard. Hrun had stolen it only three days before from the impregnable palace of the sided crystals set at regular intervals in the walls and ceiling, and they shed a rather unpleasant glow that didn't so much illuminate as outline the darkArchmandrite of B'Ituni, and he was already regretting it. It was beginning to get on his nerves."I tell you it went down that last passage on the right," hissed Kring in a voice like the scrape of a blade over stone."Be silent!""All I said was-""Shut up!" And Twoflower...He was lost, he knew that. Either the building was much bigger than it looked, or he was now on some wide underground level without having gone down any steps, or - as he was beginning to suspect - the inner dimensions of the place disobeyed a fairly basic rule of architecture by being bigger than the outside. And why all these strange lights? They were eight-ness. And whoever had done those carvings on the
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
John Constable Wivenhoe Park Essex
John Constable Wivenhoe Park EssexJohn Constable Weymouth BayJohn William Waterhouse Destiny 1900John William Waterhouse The Siren
ever loved a human being, he loves her. As for landing on Svalbard, it's never been easy. Still, if I can call on you for a tug in the right direction, I'll feel kinda easier in my mind; and if there's anything I can do for you in return, you only have to say. But just so as I know, would you mind telling me whose side I'm on in this invisible war?"of the clouds below there was no way of telling how fast they were going. Normally, of course, a balloon remained still with respect to the wind, floating at whatever speed the air itself was moving; but now, pulled by the witches, the balloon was moving through the air instead of with it, and resisting the movement, too, because the unwieldy gas bag had none of the streamlined smoothness of a zeppelin. As a result, the basket swung this way and that, rocking and bumping much more than on a normal flight.
Lee Scoresby wasn't concerned for his comfort so much as for his instruments, and he "We are both on Lyra's side.""Oh, no doubt about that."They flew on. Because
ever loved a human being, he loves her. As for landing on Svalbard, it's never been easy. Still, if I can call on you for a tug in the right direction, I'll feel kinda easier in my mind; and if there's anything I can do for you in return, you only have to say. But just so as I know, would you mind telling me whose side I'm on in this invisible war?"of the clouds below there was no way of telling how fast they were going. Normally, of course, a balloon remained still with respect to the wind, floating at whatever speed the air itself was moving; but now, pulled by the witches, the balloon was moving through the air instead of with it, and resisting the movement, too, because the unwieldy gas bag had none of the streamlined smoothness of a zeppelin. As a result, the basket swung this way and that, rocking and bumping much more than on a normal flight.
Lee Scoresby wasn't concerned for his comfort so much as for his instruments, and he "We are both on Lyra's side.""Oh, no doubt about that."They flew on. Because
Monday, February 23, 2009
Salvador Dali Ascension
Salvador Dali AscensionPhilip Craig Boboli Gardens - FlorenceWassily Kandinsky Dominant CurveWassily Kandinsky Several Circles
The armored bear at the charge seemed to be conscious of no weight except what gave him momentum. He bounded past Lyra almost in a blur and crashed into the Tartars, scattering soldiers, daemons, rifles to all sides. Then he double attack, didn't hesitate. A long high scream of orders, and the force divided itself into two: one to keep off the witches, the bigger part to overcome the bear. His troops were magnificently brave. They dropped to one knee in groups of four and fired their rifles as if they were on the practice range, not budging an inch as lorek's mighty bulk hurtled toward them. A moment later they were dead.
lorek struck again, twisting to one side, slashing, snarling, crushing, while bullets flew stopped and whirled round, with a lithe athletic power, and struck two massive blows, one to each side, at the guards closest to him.A wolf daemon leaped at him: he slashed at her in midair, and bright fire spilled out of her as she fell to the snow, where she hissed and howled before vanishing. Her human died at once.The Tartar officer, faced with this
The armored bear at the charge seemed to be conscious of no weight except what gave him momentum. He bounded past Lyra almost in a blur and crashed into the Tartars, scattering soldiers, daemons, rifles to all sides. Then he double attack, didn't hesitate. A long high scream of orders, and the force divided itself into two: one to keep off the witches, the bigger part to overcome the bear. His troops were magnificently brave. They dropped to one knee in groups of four and fired their rifles as if they were on the practice range, not budging an inch as lorek's mighty bulk hurtled toward them. A moment later they were dead.
lorek struck again, twisting to one side, slashing, snarling, crushing, while bullets flew stopped and whirled round, with a lithe athletic power, and struck two massive blows, one to each side, at the guards closest to him.A wolf daemon leaped at him: he slashed at her in midair, and bright fire spilled out of her as she fell to the snow, where she hissed and howled before vanishing. Her human died at once.The Tartar officer, faced with this
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Johannes Vermeer Mistress and Maid
Johannes Vermeer Mistress and MaidUnknown Artist Vanitas Still LifeJohn Constable Wivenhoe ParkJohn Constable The White Horse
snarled back, but Pantalaimon didn't flinch.
The man hauled Lyra up to a sitting position and propped her against the side of the sledge. She kept falling sideways because her hands were still tied behind her, and so he tied her feet together instead and released her hands.
Through "Lissie Broogs," he said after her. "We take you nice place. Nice peoples."
"Who are you?"
"Samoyed peoples. Hunters."
"Where are you taking me?"the snow that was falling and the thick fog she tried a different language with the same result. Then he tried English."You name?"Pantalaimon bristled warningly, and she knew what he meant at once. So these men didn't know who she was! They hadn't kidnapped her because of her connection with Mrs. Coulter; so perhaps they weren't in the pay of the Gobblers after all."Lizzie Brooks," she said.
snarled back, but Pantalaimon didn't flinch.
The man hauled Lyra up to a sitting position and propped her against the side of the sledge. She kept falling sideways because her hands were still tied behind her, and so he tied her feet together instead and released her hands.
Through "Lissie Broogs," he said after her. "We take you nice place. Nice peoples."
"Who are you?"
"Samoyed peoples. Hunters."
"Where are you taking me?"the snow that was falling and the thick fog she tried a different language with the same result. Then he tried English."You name?"Pantalaimon bristled warningly, and she knew what he meant at once. So these men didn't know who she was! They hadn't kidnapped her because of her connection with Mrs. Coulter; so perhaps they weren't in the pay of the Gobblers after all."Lizzie Brooks," she said.
Friday, February 20, 2009
William Bouguereau Love Takes Flight
William Bouguereau Love Takes FlightWilliam Bouguereau Birth of VenusWilliam Bouguereau Young Gypsies
gnawed the reindeer haunch, and a wild notion flew into Lyra's mind as she remembered all those witches in the night sky; but she said nothing about that. Instead she asked lorek Byrnison about Svalbard, and listened eagerly as he told her of the slow-crawling glaciers, of the rocks and ice floes where the bright-tusked walruses lay in a king?"
"He is called lofur Raknison."
That name shook a little bell in Lyra's mind. She'd heard it before, but where? And not in a bear's voice, either, nor in a gyptian's. The voice that had spoken it was a Scholar's, precise and pedantic and lazily arrogant, very much a Jordan voice. She tried it again groups of a hundred or more, of the seas teeming with seals, of narwhals clashing their long white tusks above the icy water, of the great grim iron-bound coast, the cliffs a thousand feet and more high where the foul cliff-ghasts perched and swooped, the coal pits and the fire mines where the bearsmiths hammered out mighty sheets of iron and riveted them into armor..."If they took your armor away, lorek, where did you get this set from?""I made it myself in Nova Zembla from sky metal. Until I did that, I was incomplete.""So bears can make their own souls..." she said. There was a great deal in the world to know. "Who is the king of Svalbard?" she went on. "Do bears have
gnawed the reindeer haunch, and a wild notion flew into Lyra's mind as she remembered all those witches in the night sky; but she said nothing about that. Instead she asked lorek Byrnison about Svalbard, and listened eagerly as he told her of the slow-crawling glaciers, of the rocks and ice floes where the bright-tusked walruses lay in a king?"
"He is called lofur Raknison."
That name shook a little bell in Lyra's mind. She'd heard it before, but where? And not in a bear's voice, either, nor in a gyptian's. The voice that had spoken it was a Scholar's, precise and pedantic and lazily arrogant, very much a Jordan voice. She tried it again groups of a hundred or more, of the seas teeming with seals, of narwhals clashing their long white tusks above the icy water, of the great grim iron-bound coast, the cliffs a thousand feet and more high where the foul cliff-ghasts perched and swooped, the coal pits and the fire mines where the bearsmiths hammered out mighty sheets of iron and riveted them into armor..."If they took your armor away, lorek, where did you get this set from?""I made it myself in Nova Zembla from sky metal. Until I did that, I was incomplete.""So bears can make their own souls..." she said. There was a great deal in the world to know. "Who is the king of Svalbard?" she went on. "Do bears have
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Edvard Munch The Girls on the Bridge
Edvard Munch The Girls on the BridgeMartin Johnson Heade Rio de Janeiro BayUnknown Artist Brent Lynch Coastal Drive
would be "more frequent but smaller meals." The brain works best with about 25 grams of glucose circulating in the blood stream — about the amount found in a banana, said Gibson.
If trading three-meals-a-day for an all-day nibble seems unappealing, unpractical or simply anti-social, read on.
3. Eat lower blood sugar to rise very quickly. Raw carrots, by comparison, have a low glycemic ranking.
Carbs in lower glycemic food are broken into glucose molecules more slowly, thereby providing a steadier supply of energy to the Aging.
High fiber carbohydrates are relatively low glycemic but combining them with on the glycemic index (GI)The glycemic index ranks foods according to how they affect blood glucose levels. Pretzels are high on the index, because they cause
would be "more frequent but smaller meals." The brain works best with about 25 grams of glucose circulating in the blood stream — about the amount found in a banana, said Gibson.
If trading three-meals-a-day for an all-day nibble seems unappealing, unpractical or simply anti-social, read on.
3. Eat lower blood sugar to rise very quickly. Raw carrots, by comparison, have a low glycemic ranking.
Carbs in lower glycemic food are broken into glucose molecules more slowly, thereby providing a steadier supply of energy to the Aging.
High fiber carbohydrates are relatively low glycemic but combining them with on the glycemic index (GI)The glycemic index ranks foods according to how they affect blood glucose levels. Pretzels are high on the index, because they cause
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