Revelation 21
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
I am no theologian, and I am sure this question has been asked many times before, but i’m going to get it down anyway.
Assuming that i believed my immortal soul would ascend to heaven at the time of my death, had I met the strict entry criteria.
Assuming also those that hadn’t would go to the sulphurous fire pits of hell, and face ‘eternal torment’.
About Me now..
Upon finding myself in this paradise I would bask in the glow of God and feel good. Possibly for a few million years, not such a long time in all eternity. I would live in one of his many mansions, might have a couple to allow for short breaks, to holiday where the illuminating rays are a little dimmer.
I would wander around, maybe converse with his Seraphim, chat with his Cherubim, I would eventually seek out family and friends, we’d get together, have a bbq talk about old times in this new order. Reminiscing, we’d remember John, and Sue and my Dad and Mum, my friends, more than half the population of the world, and comment how they failed to make the grade, for they had no faith, or they did not believe.
Have we all, the ascended ones been lobotomized, has our memory been wiped, how else could we not feel a little sad for all those billions of lost souls.
July 29th, 2008
Object originated from outside the solar system
And where is the object heading?
Volatiles tangled in a delightfully incomprehensible dance, balanced, inexorably connected, to wit the salt of Amun.
Fly me to the moon in your rocket airplane..
Kupier
The Kuiper belt (pronounced /ˈkaɪpɚ/, to rhyme with “viper”), sometimes called the Edgeworth-Kuiper belt, is a region of the Solar System beyond the planets extending from the orbit of Neptune (at 30 AU) to approximately 55 AU from the Sun. It is similar to the asteroid belt, although it is far larger; 20 times as wide and 20–200 times as massive. Like the asteroid belt, it consists mainly of small bodies (remnants from the Solar System’s formation). It is home to at least two dwarf planets – Pluto and Makemake. But while the asteroid belt is composed primarily of rock and metal, the Kuiper belt objects are composed largely of frozen volatiles (dubbed “ices”), such as methane, ammonia and water.
Amun
Amun (also spelled Amon, Amoun, Amen, and rarely Imen, Greek Ἄμμων Ammon, and Ἅμμων Hammon, reconstructed Egyptian Yamānu) was the name of a deity, in Egyptian mythology, who gradually rose to become one of the most important deities in Ancient Egypt, before fading into obscurity.
Amun’s name is first recorded in Egyptian as ỉmn, meaning “The hidden (one)”. (Hence the connection to the mysterious kupier belt.)
July 15th, 2008
Logical or Poetic
I came across this story via the on-line new scientist blog.
I initially see the girl spinning anti-clockwise, but after watching for a while she will change direction of spin.
Very strange. The gif image is made up of 34 frames, and when watched frame by frame the image is indeed set in an anti-clockwise direction. So what is going on.
LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses logic
detail oriented
facts rule
words and language
present and past
math and science
can comprehend
knowing
acknowledges
order/pattern perception
knows object name
reality based
forms strategies
practical
safe
RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses feeling
“big picture” oriented
imagination rules
symbols and images
present and future
philosophy & religion
can “get it” (i.e. meaning)
believes
appreciates
spatial perception
knows object function
fantasy based
presents possibilities
impetuous
risk taking
Take a look at the link to check out the comments, or post here, that would be good.
November 30th, 2007
Edgar Allen Poe
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,’
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never-nevermore.”‘
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
How you got there
Funny how you travel in cyberville, with a search to find above poem I found myself doing another search on “Quoth” and ended up here Navigated to here via random connectedness, and ultimately to here where I spent a good time listing to scientific tunes. Very entertaining.
I should be doing anything else really, but was caught, hooked and thought any that pass this way might like to share the experience.
November 4th, 2007
This is my project
Why then do I struggle more to find my individual concept, than I would when faced with a design criteria placed upon me by a client.
I think from a designers perspective to present oneself becomes a far more daunting task, than to create something when given the desired constraints of a client.
I know my abilities, and that of my competitors, that is indeed the crux. When every word you write is cold hard screen media, the decisions you make directly relate to your on screen presence.
I have my blog, if you are reading this, you are here. This is my experimental zone, and does not translate well into a marketing strategy, or first impressions presence for potential clients who are looking for a website to project there product to the internet savvy world.
I have been sat on ‘oikofugic.com’ for almost a year now, with the
desire to promote my skills as a web site designer in the southport area.
I am on my way, make space. Remember Oikofugic.com is on it’s way. My /blog is a temporary stocking filler.. Stay tuned..
October 18th, 2007
What a Crazy Day
and where to begin. This morning I decided to delete by ftp half my blog functional files thinking I was deleting an old application. That was a little frustrating, but I knew no permanent damage was done.
Then I randomly checked another site of mine and I was getting a 403 error. Ok what is happening. I Reinstalled accidentally deleted files from a recent backup which then resulted in a 403 error on my blog also. Any way at the same time as my site is down I realize that I have the best incoming link to my blog in my web design career to date.
I noticed in search results this link.
link to my site from Brendon Sinclair blinked a couple of times, shook head, paced around for a minute cursing my stupidity now holding head in both hands and screaming inside. This guy is currently featured on the front page of sitepoint.
Ah hay hay:
A web developers resource, with articles forums and tutorials.
So I have this fab link and my site is down. Yeah great first impressions for the hoards of people, web site traffic coming my way. Rapidly going crazy..
Brendon’s post referenced a post I had made a couple of days ago concerning optimizing pages/websites for search engine ranking.
Tips from Mr marketing
Anyway in Brendon’s post he suggests methods to improve the google visibility of a site I had just finished the design phase of.
What To Do
1. Mention photographic retouching early in the title tag of the page you want to be found for someone searching for photographic retouching
2. Mention the phrase in the meta description
3. Mention the phrase on the page
4. Get links to the page using the words photographic retouching as the link text
Playing the waiting game
I have made the modifications to Lynseys site, on the index page just the meta description, but in the photographic retouching pages I have incorporated all of the tips given and will look to further improve keywords and meta descriptions.
Cheers again Brendon, I am luvin’ this global community.
September 21st, 2007
Planet’s best web designer
Just experimenting, I have been reading some sample chapters of the Web Design Business Kit by Brendon Sinclair Searched his site Tailored consulting and thought I’d have a crack at his methods.
Hope he appreciates the hot links coming from a google page rank 0 site, you never know he may return the favor.
I think I have mentioned in previous posts that my understanding of how these things work is growing, for my goal through learning and reading, the attainment of knowledge is to rise to the exulted position of planet’s best web designer.
I have recently finished a site for a client, and the site comes up top of google listings for specific searches, such as ‘owners name’. lynsey birchall What she does, being that it is like web design itself practiced by many a specific search for photographic retouching brings no results to the top of google’s searches.
I know it’s all about page linkage and the fact that I am not at this time the planets best web designer is quite irrelevant.
Right the crux of this little situation lies in the fact that I have no resource/access to a google ranked site more than what I have created myself.
Central12.com being a page rank 1, Yeah scream for joy and recognition. I expect my best option will be a site I did some time ago (Needs a revamp) Rachels site
Not as yet checked the ranking, but the site is linked to from the site that produced her albums. DB Studios and Cross Rhythms and one or two other good links.
So in the best interest of everyone involved I try to use the created linkage to its best advantage and share the wealth, and indeed things are beginning to happen, my own exposure over the last 12 months has increased by a %age not huge, but never-the-less we are traveling in the right direction.
Infinity and beyond.. cheers Buzz.
September 19th, 2007
Working it out
A little background. My blog, like many is currently set by default to display 10 posts on the page, I like this configuration, as I considered from the perspective of a random viewer there would be enough interesting content accessible from a quick scroll to grab the attention. (a few pics, a bit of text)
What I didn’t realize until recently was how search engines work and pages are indexed. In fact I still don’t, but I have made a couple of interesting discoveries.
Where to begin, I guess to get it straight I’ll start with my first web site Central12.
If I type central12 into google search, I will get a link to a post I made when starting this blog concerning the fate of the central12 site.
http://www.oikofugic.com/blog/archives/2006/12/19/central12-moved/
I am obviously happy to find this link here, and consider my efforts to achieve this once so illusive goal worth while.
The search request central12 brings up the link to the specific post I made about central12 as it should.
However if I do a google search for the following,
‘It’s a plugin mashup’, which is the title of a recent post, the search engine brings a link to my blog, oikofugic.com/blog, rather than to
http://www.oikofugic.com/blog/archives/2007/08/12/its-a-plugin-mashup/
which would obviously be preferable.
This I believe is the case because the first post has dropped off the front page, therefore it’s existence in cyber space is independent of the site index and thus gets crawled individually?
So I don’t know if there is a way around this little problem, apart from setting the blog to display only one post on the front page.
I have not noticed this until recently, as have only now begun to explore the realms of analytics.
I initially thought the situation might have arisen out of my dabbling in the code, changing the permalink structure in conjunction with a trackback spam blocker - experimenting with various other plugins. I know not..
Any Ideas out there.
September 12th, 2007
