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I read something yesterday that struck me in its simplicity - Consciousness is the thing that tells us something is happening.

I thought - yeah that about sums it up.

Then today, in my inbox, from Scientific American -

Does String Theory Explain the Wiring of the Brain?

Mathematical tools from string theory are giving scientists a new way to study the networking of neurons

Does string theory—the controversial “theory of everything” from physics—tell us anything about consciousness and the human brain?

... A new paper, published last week in Nature, posits that some of the arcane math of string theory actually helps explain the wiring of a brain’s neurons—as well as the branching of other “physical networks” such as tree limbs, blood vessels and anthills. “The work,” trumpets one institutional press release, “represents the first time string theory ... has successfully described real biological structures.”


Well, string theory says that tiny vibrating strings make up the basis of reality. And our reality - our consciousness - is created in the brain.

Reality outside, reality inside ... makes sense a similar process would produce both.
 
You guys really need to work on your cat-related poetry.
He calculates imaginary motion
Of recent paper relevant to strings
His scientific gaze exceeds proportions
His noble paws place final seal of beans

He stays in land of Emanation
His couch is Winter continent
He watches colored shadows moving
On large flat mirror in my hand

I awe the eminence of presence
I love him, for he is my cat
 
I want to write something about pulling on the strings of my heart ...

I think about a line from Jane Eyre - where Mr. Rochester tells Jane - (yes, I found it) -

"Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you... It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly"
 
Well, we got some snow, but not nearly as much as my sister up in Toronto. It's a snow day up there, with all schools in Toronto and York closed.
 
Ten Fahrenheit degrees here and just a smidgen of snow. As long as it's going to be cold, I'd like some snow to go along with it; we may get an inch or so tonight, but the ground is mostly simply barren and brown.
 
It's 50 degrees here.

it's about -10 C here = about 14 F

But it's even colder in Toronto, which is only about an hour away from here, around -13 C, or 8 F

The snow is piling up here. I have a handyman who is going to come and clear it later today. My sister was supposed to come for lunch today, she works in Niagara Falls, but we decided it's probably better if she just stays put.
 
All that shit is heading my way today... gonna be in the teens tonight.

Just got a text that my new glasses are ready. I've been eyeballing the old Italian guy style for awhile, where the frames go from your lips to your hairline. I can't quite pull that off yet, but the new frames are a step in the right direction!
 
I've nothing new to say, but I love to live in Italy. Very easy-going for me, and I like that.
I haven't been to Italy since I was about twelve or so. My paternal grandparents came from Monopoli in Bari, and when we lived in Europe my family would take car trips to Italy. But we never got as far south as Bari. My dad spoke Italian before he could speak English, but it was really Barisi, a dialect. In northern Italy, he had some trouble making himself understood, but the farther south he got, the easier it became.

Footnote: After World War II, my dad enrolled at Syracuse University and found that he could get full credit for a course if he could pass the final test. Easy credit, or so he thought until he took the test...and failed. It was then that he realized that what he thought was Italian was really Barisi. So he took the class and passed the test on the second try.
 
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