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8 Feb 2010 (updated 8 Feb 2010 at 16:33 UTC) »
redi, i beg to differ. The ideal situation for 'Self-Policing' is for others to exert enough pressure from outside to the inside and 'unknown' states of 'self' so that it will conform to the outside norm by eliminating extremities of itself and so become the other. It is not for the other to eliminate the 'alien' self from outside. Also interestingly, there maybe evidence to suggest that nerve reflex can be faster than nerve initiator, which means preemptive strike will do no good other than self-destruction.

Happy New Year! Chuck Moore has a web blog! YEH! "All that is required for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."

Another lawsuit has further intensified the exhaustive billionaire battle leading up to the 33rd America’s Cup, scheduled to depart from Valencia, Spain on February 8.

http://blogs.forbes.com/billions/2010/01/14/ellison-still-litigating-americas-cup/

louie , two cents on your software for massive document collaborations.
1. The second Vatican council: an attempt to understand Church itself in modern time
2. A book by Holly A. Laird: 'Women coauthors'

reading http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/USAbrowder.htm

NP-complete -> PSPACE-complete problem

Go

Description: This ancient game is played by placing stones on a 19*19 board. When a group of stones of one color is completely surrounded by stones of the other color, the surrounded group is removed from the board. The object is to control empty squares by surrounding them; after both players are unwilling to continue play, these squares are counted and the scores adjusted by the numbers of stones that had been removed.

Status: This is a finite game, but can be generalized to n*n boards. Even without ko (special rules related to repetition of positions) the game is PSPACE-hard; with ko (Japanese rules) it is EXPTIME-complete. It is apparently still open whether Chinese or US rules Go is EXPTIME-complete. Even certain "simple" endgames in which the go board has been decomposed into many small independent regions of play are PSPACE-hard.

References:

* GJ 257 [GP11]. * D. Lichtenstein and M. Sipser, Go is polynomial-space hard, J. ACM 27 (1980) 393-401. * J. M. Robson, The complexity of Go, Proc. IFIP (1983) 413-417. * J. M. Robson. Combinatorial games with exponential space complete decision problems. Proc. Mathematical Foundations of Computer Science, Springer-Verlag, LNCS 176, 1984, pp. 498-506. * E. Berlekamp and D. Wolfe, Mathematical Go: Chilling Gets the Last Point, A. K. Peters, 1994. * D. Wolfe, Go endgames are hard, MSRI Combinatorial Game Theory Research Worksh., 2000. * M. Crâşmaru and J. Tromp, Ladders are PSPACE-complete, Proc. 2nd Int. Conf. Computers and Games, Springer-Verlag, 2000, pp. 241-249.

Nov. 11, 2008 - Terra Soft to merge with Japanese Cell Developer Fixstars .

Reading 'A Rough Guide to Go Gaming on the Play Station3 ' (77 pages)

Sony PS3 Cluster (IBM Cell BE)

yeh, raph.

last read book 'going postal - rage, murder and rebellion: From Reagan's workplaces to clinton's Columbine and Beyond' byM ark Ames. also by him, 'The War we don't know'

28 Jun 2008 (updated 28 Jun 2008 at 14:27 UTC) »

reading Italo Calvino's Cosmicomics... "The distance of the Moon" - what a story!

love Eric's voice over D.H. Lawrence's 'Honeymoon'

19 May 2008 (updated 19 May 2008 at 00:55 UTC) »
complete poetry and prose of William Blake

Poetic Sketches


*To SPRING


O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth, And let thy holy feet visit our clime.

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put Thy golden crown upon her languished head, Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee.

* TO SUMMER O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer, Oft pitched'st here thy goldent tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream: Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.

Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire: Our youth are bolder than the southern swains: Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance: We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy, Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven, Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.

* TO AUTUMN

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

'The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve, Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing, And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.

'The spirits of the air live in the smells Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.' Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat, Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

* TO WINTER

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'

He hears me not, but o'er the yawning deep Rides heavy; his storms are unchain'd, sheathd In ribbd steel; I dare not lift mine eyes, For he hath rear'd his sceptre o'er the world.

Lo! now the direful monster, whose 1000 skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and in his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

He takes his seat upon the cliffs,--the mariner Cries in vain. Poor little wretch, that deal'st With storms!--till heaven smiles, and the monster Is driv'n yelling to his caves beneath mount Hecla.

* TO MORNING

O holy virgin! clad in purest white, Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth; Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning, salute the sun Rous'd like a huntsman to the chase, and with Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills.

* TO THE EVENING STAR

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep. Let thy west wing sleep on The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon, Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide, And the lion glares through the dun forest. The fleeces of our flocks are covered with Thy sacred dew; protect with them with thine influence.

* SONG: How sweet I roam'd from field to field

How sweet I roam'd from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, 'Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew'd me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me, Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.

* THE GARDEN OF LOVE

* HUMAN ABSTRACT

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