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24 April 2015

Cantor's Monster & the Aleph (also useful to put the Golem back to sleep) / exists there an alternative universe that skipped the Vietnam War? (Puncher, Wattmann, Fartov et al say: No.) / Woodrow Wilson '65 Reunion & Senior Prom (continued) / Eat Shit and Live



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die Golem of the Praha ghetto, with magic Hebrew words that gave him Life and Death.



The Swiss Guards -- but they are NOT Toy Soldiers! These are Military Miniatures!


Aleph nul, George Cantor's symbol for the smallest infinite set. (There are bigger infinite sets.)


ach weg & Боже мой! last nite I examined the image in MSPaint with the Virtual Magnifying Glass and Lo! Ecco! There to the right and left of the artist's signature were the year, so, for LateComers to the Pizzeria, the new image has deleted the handwritten cardinal integers.



I just love Calendar Puzzles. The hardest thing i ever programmed was a program EASTERX to compute the date of Easter Sunday in the Reformed Gregorian calendar.

In Europe or all Christendom, is there or has there even been a guy called Cardinal Points? There aren't very many Cantor / Set Theory jokes / Wortspiele (sp?), I guess that's one of them.

Tell us more Man-on-the-Ground about that thing you got chained up in the backyard, Cantor's Monster. (note to self: write screenplay for SciFy movie about Cantor's Monster filling up every point in all possible real and imaginary spaces. See if Taylor Kitsch is available as the young rebel Topologist.)

Although Cantor's parents had converted to Christianity (I'm guessing Lutheran), when he invented The Monster and Mengelehre (sp?) he wanted a New Typographical Symbol which had never previously been used in math notation. Because of the demand for Yiddish printing, every Mitteleuropa print shop had the Hebrew Font, so George grabbed The Aleph. George laid it down, and it stayed there.

Jorge Luis Borges has a short story "The Aleph."

In the ancient sewers beneath Prague lurks die Golem, the Shabas Goy of clay, who sleepeth in a room without doors or windows for 33 years, then comes back to life in the Ghetto to cause Assorted Mischief. On the Golem's forehead is carved EMET = Truth, but the only way to put the Golem back to sleep is to erase The Aleph, because  MET = Death / Todt. So the spell to save the neighborhood from the mischief of the Golem is a Wortspiel.

btw if you have any interest in Living Forever, the Elixir of Life is disguised as the river of
Scheiße in the Prague sewers. Just put on a pair of sewer boots, climb down the ladder, drink your fill for hours, fill a couple of canteens for later or to give to friends, you will live forever. 

Send me back a Golem souvenir, the Golem is New Prague's tourist souvenir icon, now everybody with a Eurailpass and a VisaCard wants a Golem.

(The above is a True Myth. Have I blogged why the Unicorns went extinct? Only Agence-Vleeptron Presse knows this krap.)

PizzaQ 2: While filming the movie "Troy," what injury did Brad Pitt suffer? (1 slice Ementhaler)

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Okay you posit an interesting Hypothesis: That somewhere in the MultiVerse loiters an Alternative Universe without the Vietnam War.

Actually a team of CERN physicists and cosmologists [Puncher, Wattmann, Fartov, Belcher, Testew, Cunard et al] recently proved that there can exist no Universe which does not contain the Vietnam War. In one universe, the Vietnam War takes place not in the rain forest of Southeast Asia, but in Broward County, Florida, but otherwise it's the same Stupid Useless War that France and the United States of America lose bigtime. And a different collection of Dead High School Pals dies in childbirth and comes back in body bags or as junkies.

When I get involved in Zionist web brawls, I point out that Europe had the 30 Years War and Europe had the 100 Years War, but obviously the post-Colonial Middle East is trying to break the record. Are your diplomats and humanitarians and financial executives taking a siesta or hiking in the Alps? Where are the Gnomes of Zurich? Maybe this is a job for Wilhelm Tell, because it looks like Geisler and his minions are winning from North Africa to Mumbai.

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Save Your Analog Vinyl, 

Jimi Hendrix will Rise Again
(Kurt Cobain probably not. But he was on the cover of Rolling Stone a few weeks ago. Pretty nifty for a real long dead guy who mumbled incoherently.)

But I think a Mass Program of Making Today's Youth Love Our Vinyl Analog Music & its Psychedelia (BBC's Antiques Roadshow loves old Hendrix and Janis and Jefferson Airplane posters with documented provenance, no bootlegs) is doomed to fail. Pearls before Swine. Like taking the Blind on a field trip to Zentrum Klee.

Some College Girl Pals (The Smith College Radio Babes) took their feeble old weird guy pal to a Rave once out of pity. That was Different. Have you been to a Rave? How long have you ever danced continuously? Are there St Vitus or Tarantella outbreaks now and then in Yerp? St Anthony's Fire ergotism outbreaks? (Hermann's nightmare music in "Vertigo" is a Tarantella.)

I raise my hand in salute and suck on my pacifier: PLUR

My grandparents seemed to like to Flap and wear raccoon coats and play the ukulele and stuff dozens of themselves into telephone booths. and do the charleston, which had something to do with hands and knees.

Already in one of the Christopher Reeve Superman movies, Clark Kent dashed into a phone booth -- but it wasn't a phone booth anymore. It was just a sidewalk pay phone pedestal. He had to change into his Soot elsewhere.

In grandpa and grandma's generation their flivvers and Hispano-Suizas had a bumper sticker:
FLAMING YOUTH
EXCUSE OUR DUST


Okay more later about these interesting musical and cosmological and mythical and automotive topics. I got to eat something bigger than my head now.

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I know you have/had the Universal Military Conscription like caught me by the testes, but when's the last time Swiss guys had to go all Transalpine and get shot at and blown up by evil heathens?

I'm not talking about the Swiss Guard, I like their nifty outfits. The company that makes the above metal miniatures promises that soon it will sell a tiny metal Pope to be protected by the tiny metal Swiss Guards.

The US Army trained me in about a dozen weapons, but I must have been doing kitchen duty the day they trained us to use the pike.



04 December 2014

no Pizza for this, you already should know what this is, if not maybe you can get a refund or clawback from your college education

POZZO:
Stand back! (Vladimir and Estragon move away from Lucky. Pozzo jerks the rope. Lucky looks at Pozzo.) Think, pig! (Pause. Lucky begins to dance.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Forward! (Lucky advances.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Think!
Silence.
LUCKY:
On the other hand with regard to—
POZZO:
Stop! (Lucky stops.) Back! (Lucky moves back.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Turn! (Lucky turns towards auditorium.) Think!
During Lucky's tirade the others react as follows.
1) Vladimir and Estragon all attention, Pozzo dejected and disgusted.
2) Vladimir and Estragon begin to protest, Pozzo's sufferings increase.
3) Vladimir and Estragon attentive again, Pozzo more and more agitated and groaning.
4) Vladimir and Estragon protest violently. Pozzo jumps up, pulls on the rope. General outcry. Lucky pulls on the rope, staggers, shouts his text. All three throw themselves on Lucky who struggles and shouts his text.

LUCKY:
    Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better
than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations)
. . . tennis . . . the stones . . . so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . .
POZZO:
His hat!
Vladimir seizes Lucky's hat. Silence of Lucky. He falls. Silence. Panting of the victors.
ESTRAGON:
Avenged!
Vladimir examines the hat, peers inside it.
POZZO:
Give me that! (He snatches the hat from Vladimir, throws it on the ground, tramples on it.) There's an end to his thinking!
VLADIMIR:
But will he be able to walk?
POZZO:
Walk or crawl! (He kicks Lucky.) Up pig!
ESTRAGON:
Perhaps he's dead.
VLADIMIR:
You'll kill him.
POZZO:
Up scum! (He jerks the rope.) Help me!
VLADIMIR:
How?
POZZO:
Raise him up!
Vladimir and Estragon hoist Lucky to his feet, support him an instant, then let him go. He falls.
ESTRAGON:
He's doing it on purpose!
POZZO:
You must hold him. (Pause.) Come on, come on, raise him up.
ESTRAGON:
To hell with him!
VLADIMIR:
Come on, once more.
ESTRAGON:
What does he take us for?
They raise Lucky, hold him up.