You are my backup, my only backup

(you know the tune)

You are my backup
My only backup
You make me happy
When files are saved
You'll never know tape
How much I trust you
Please don't take my files away

The other nite, dear
As I was typing
I accidentally removed 5 files
When I tried, dear
I could not recover
And I hung my head and cried

You are my backup
My only backup
You make me happy
When files are saved
You'll never know tape
How much I trust you
Please don't take my files away

I'll always trust you
And make my backup
If you fail me
By CRC corruption
Then I'll have no backup
I should test restore some days

You are my backup
My only backup
You make me happy
When files are saved
You'll never know tape
How much I trust you
Please don't take my files away

-rd- Aug 5, 2008

Cartesian Dreaming

Cartesian Dreaming
by Peter Fruchter

i think therefore i am
-- uncertain thinking originates with me

but take no issue,
only let 'me' be

-- by thoughtful definition --
that thought originating source,
which source i'll name and say is 'me'.

then, if thought originates with(in) 'me'
it follows close i must so be
to necessarily exist in being
so as to originate the thinking.

so i think,
and so i seem,
the very origin of my own dream.
but what if not?
what if anything appear unthought?

thinking thus of things unthought,
conceiving possibilings unconceived,
i must haste again to thinking,
to conceiving, to defining
what might appear wholly unthought,
what not with(in) 'me' originating
as 'experience' -- meaning, beyond doubt,
any and all that originates without.

might all be 'me'?
might all be thought?
might i be all and
might 'experience' all be naught?

is all with-in --
and naught without?

alas, too late
to think like that.
having thought what is
yet is unthought,
i must now think how may-be not --
i must think beyond my thought.

'experience', then,
it may-be naught --
yet even so,
if just in thought,
makes me wonder what might there be
that be entirely unthought by 'me'.

so must i wonder
so must wander i
for all there is or yet may-be
that is yet unthought by 'me' --
for all i must get up, set out and see.

Science Made Stupid

Science Made Stupid

A 1986 HUGO AWARD WINNER

Written and Illustrated by TOM WELLER

Presented here in an abridged form.

Introduction
Since the dawn of time, man has looked to the heavens and wondered: where did the stars come from? He has looked at the great diversity of plants and animals around him and wondered: where did life come from? He has looked at himself and wondered: where did I come from?

Later, he began to ask more complicated questions. He looked in his wallet and asked: where did my paycheck go? Am I on the right bus? Who do you like in the series? To the former questions, at least, science has provided answers.

What is Science?

Put most simply, science is a way of dealing with the world around us. It is a way of baffling the uninitiated with incomprehensible jargon. It is a way of obtaining fat government grants. It is a way of achieving mastery over the physical world by threatening it with destruction.

Science represents mankind's deepest aspirations - aspirations to power, to wealth, to the satisfaction of sheer animal lusts.

The cornerstone of modern science is the scientific method. Scientists first formulate hypotheses, or predictions, about nature. Then they perform experiments to test their hypotheses.

There are two forms of scientific method, the inductive and the deductive.


The Chapters
The Universe / Matter & Energy / The Earth / Evolution / The Descent of Man / Appendix / Glossary / Tables & Charts / Further Reading