Fat Middle Americans: .posted by ben on Mar 19 at 21:22

"I'm so fucking bored. I'm the king of the world."

If anyone can tell me who wrote those lines, I'll give you something. I'm not sure what, but it'll be something. I promise.

Give me a Fields Medal: .posted by ben on Mar 19 at 19:17

It is unproven that converges, where is the nth prime number.

is a lower bound on the distribution of primes.

We get by substituting that limit for .

So, we have this , which happens to converge. The only problem is that the above statement isn't necessarily true. It is true if the distribution of twin primes is random.

(A twin prime is a pair of primes such that )

The distribution of twin primes could be such that the sum does not converge if, for instance, twin primes only occurred at odd intervals. In that case, the infinite sum would be .

Anyone have any ideas?

Kill Them Until They Are Dead: .posted by ben on Mar 19 at 12:38

Thus, there are five points in which victory may be predicted:

      (1) He who knows when he can fight and when he cannot will be victorious.

      (2) He who understands how to fight in accordance with the strength of antagonistic forces will be victorious.

      (3) He whose ranks are united in purpose will be victorious.

      (4) He who is well prepared and lies in wait for an enemy who is not well prepared will be victorious.

      (5) He whose generals are able and not interfered with by the sovereign will be victorious.

It is in these five matters that the way to victory is known.

      -Sun Tzu (The Art of War)

my precious: .posted by ben on Mar 19 at 12:29

The internet is a strange thing: http://www.geocities.com/prairie_dog_yipyip/Bubba-Bear_Precious.html
jazzy: .posted by ben on Mar 17 at 16:38

	World Looking In
Don't stop,
Just yet,
We got the world,
Lookin' inů
Our Window.
Angels smilin' on my happiness,
Danger 'cos this scene is still a mess,
We can all be blessed.
Spacecraft spinning slowly outta sight, 
Peace man keep on chasin' the wrong guy, 
We'll see eye to eye.

At Least Someone Will Read It Here: .posted by ben on Mar 17 at 02:28

"Without love we're just $1.38 worth of chemicals."


my goods

my habits

I am:

a man





Looking for:

a woman


145 lbs



Interested In:


Hair color:





Eye color:




serious relationship








Boulder, Colorado

Area Code:



incredibly bored student







buddhist christian scientist daoist spiritualist


Relationship Status:




your goods

your habits


18 - 25






50 miles





the tip of my iceberg

Last great book I read:

Death on an Installment Plan by Celine

Most humbling moment:

When I was in middle school I was in a park talking with some friends at about 1 in the morning. We slowly came to the realization that everything we know is very small.

Favorite on-screen sex scene:

The closing scene from Kieslowski's film Blue. It's so tragic that it manages to be beautiful.

Celebrity I resemble most:


Best (or worst) lie I've ever told:

That sounds like fun. (Commenting to my girlfriend at the time on the prospect of a 1500 mile drive to visit her parents. They hated me and made no attempt to hide it.)

If I could be anywhere at the moment:

Streched out on the beach somewhere in Baja Mexico with someone I'm madly in love with and a book of Neruda to read her.

Song or album that puts me in the mood:

Una Furtiva Lagrima as sung by Enrico Caruso.

The five items I can't live without:

1. a pillow
2. a paring knife (most food is edible if you cut the outside off)
3. some company
4. books, lots of books
5. writing utensils

Fill in the blanks:

elegant is sexy; curious is sexier.

In my bedroom, you'll find:

A futon with 6 pillows, my new feather bed, my down comforter, a lamp, and usually three cats (though one is on my lap right now).

why you should get to know me

I'm interested in everything. I'd love to talk about Kubrick versus Tartovsky or argue the merits of MIPS over Intel. The other day I got into an interesting conversation about the mathematical structure of post modern poetry...

I love to wander around outdoors, hiking, biking, climbing, skiing, and whatnot. I just started snowshoeing too...

I'm apparently one of the more well read people at this miserable, godforsaken university, and conversant neuro-biology as well as moderninsm.

more about who I'm looking for

Love and understanding

It's about Tact: .posted by ben on Mar 16 at 20:46

That's Joan Didion.

She is an author, and about 30 years older than she is in any picture I could find of her.

That is somewhat amusing.

I just finished The White Album. Now it's time for one of her novels...

Not Funny: .posted by ben on Mar 14 at 19:22

Nobody understands humor.

I called two bimbos "vapid." They didn't know what that meant (dramatic irony I think), so I laughed.

I met someone today. Her roommate put three socks behind the headboard of her bed. Every so often, the socks would work loose, and the headboard would smash against the wall, usually around 3 in the morning. So I laughed.

I really like the younger picture of William Carlos Williams better... assuming that is actually him... The only pictures I've seen in print are of him old and shriveled, like a dream differed.

I meant differed, I like it that way.

I am a Spiritual Materialist: .posted by ben on Mar 14 at 19:15

"I think therefore I am" said ego. Don't think, don't try to understand. Only be, simply know.

The past is not different from the future, or the present. Cause is effect.

There are two ideas. One is the notion that time and space do not separate us. The second, and more arguable, is for the disintegration of ego.

What is meant by "be?" I do not want to cease to be, rather, I want to be one with all around me. The problem is that I still cling to existence, even in the hope of unity with everything.

I am such a small part of everything, that the oneness is effectively the cessation of being.

If the material world is all there is, then to become one with it is to cease to be, and that could be accomplished by suicide as well as enlightenment. I don't like that conclusion, so there is something beyond the physical.

So, to achieve nirvana, is to become apart from time and space, hence apart from what you know as yourself. That must be meant by what is to cease to be.

I have just bastardized the concept. One ceases to be, only to be again in a different matter. What's the point? Self improvement? We are back to ego again, so something is wrong...

I Can't Get You Out of My Head: .posted by ben on Mar 14 at 19:07

Bad Music, but I like it so much. Not only does she sing bad (but so good) dance music, but she models lingerie too.
La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy your loving is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy it's more than I dare to think about
La la la
La la la la la
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy your loving is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy it's more than I dare to think about
Every night
Every day
Just to be there in your arms
Won't you stay
Won't you lay
Stay forever and ever and ever and ever
La la la
La la la la la
	-Kylie Minogue

On Poesy: .posted by ben on Mar 1 at 23:19

I, too, dislike it.
       Read it, however, with a perfect contempt for it,
                                       one discovers in
       it, after all, a place for the genuine.
-Marianne Moore

Holst: .posted by ben on Mar 1 at 23:19

It seems virtually no one has heard of Holst's Planets. That makes me sad. Bart's CD Cellar doesn't even have it. The dreadlocked woman at the counter had never heard of it.

What I really remember the Planet's from is this video I have where Isaac Asimov gives a tour of the route Voyager I followed. He provides a description of how detrimental to human life each planet is to the tune of Holst.

The music fits surprising well with the Planet's themselves....and Amanda said I couldn't appreciate music because I didn't "see" the Seasons when listening to Vivaldi.

Holst does a better job, that's all.

If anyone wants to talk to me on Instant Messenger (I finally broke down), I am "James Bentonious." James Benton, James Benton Lackey, Jimmy B, and god knows what else were all taken...

mtb: .posted by graham on Feb 28 at 14:14

I swear that I didn't draw this...

It is not: .posted by ben on Feb 21 at 19:25

It is supposedly porn of its own accord. I think it's based on the supposed principle that what remains unseen is more provocative...or so I've heard.
Is it?: .posted by fuzzybunny on Feb 21 at 18:58

That picture down there looks suspiciously like porn minus porn.
Shine Happy Person: .posted by ben on Feb 21 at 00:00

I have contributed nothing: .posted by ben on Feb 20 at 23:55

I got a really nice bike repair stand. I've been spending all my free time during the last few days putting bikes together, and tuning already assembled ones. My Trek 8000 is as close to the way it was when I bought it as it will ever be.

I almost want to cry looking at it. Strangely, for once, it's not tears of frustration or anger or... I've had so much fun riding that bike, that seems like the most worthwhile part of my existence. The same could be said about my newly reassembled ultra-spiffy Y bike. It might be the most beautiful bike I own...

Now, it's time to get to work on the choppers, because I don't feel like finishing the parser for my neural network. I'll do that later tonight, or very early tommorow morning.



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