does this page drive 'work'? testing 123

is this 'plugged in' to my online profile dot dot..?

Wednesday, June 26th , 2013:
I have a wonderful new educational source in "Interesting Engineering". He/they/whomever is prompting me to define engineering in 3 words or less, asking me if time and teleportation devises are possible. The questions regress me to my efforts in my Chem 1A pop quiz question attempts-once my period having broke through in white Levi's at CCSF.
Our culture makes us want to debut the hottest, coolest, the great late next best new thing. The voice is calling for a breakthrough in perpetual energy.
Before we dissolve, disrupt, convert the newly hatched full, late, low seasonal oak borne stomata comprising public land to yet more axle/bearing  site depreciating , Cronartium ribicola vectorizied new infrastructure, let us recovine the dialectic displacement, Neel transformed, 1 shell Titanium and 3rd order of fill polarized homogenaeus dynamic and static engineered states of inventory that we may redeem/re-animate the human condition.
He is calling for an answer in 3 words, an Occam's razor of implicity. I would take it to mean 3 properties/attributes against a backround indepenant metric of offset. Unitarity=stuff left out. The bain of the stochastic observery, the misery of physx elevated to intristic attribute. The problem of input/impact/cancellation/promotion of output. Stuff left out=stuff left in, sol'n set i zero words. Logical matrices 6, and 3, stuff left out less stuff left out (co-variant generators)=in. Left out, in +/- one.
2 different A=C, go straight to C, loose the B or A. Thermal noise, the undoing of G; giving rise to a pagent of Fermi reconstruction plus or minus one.
In the physx magazine; a guy's hands guide the mis-lumpian hyperbolic terakaidekaian groups conformal to the impure sub-group like those netted black lumbar supports in my car.
Higher and lower ordered needs like teleportation and ease of distance traveresed crawl out of Lepton number reconstruction like a vessel in need of modification.
Frequency=1/wavelength. Introduce scalar component, system A, system B=8 new allowed wavelengths Conserved=reduced/enhanced.  The same problem converges on the periodic table of elements. Hydrogen is more pervasive in weight in grams. But the order of fill iron, weight in grams hydrogen out. It's The bulk, homogeneous uniform property, mostly big smaller, more or less, fodler for facilitated ground state reversal -or not in the lexicon of higher ordered results not just in femtoseconds. With more work, the careful calibration of the Rube Goldberg mousetrap, with work, we could take it easy. Entropy: the effort matched, elsewhere of promoting no further maneuvers. Up against little, Big Q at 20Celvius, suspended lattices could suspend afloat or the precursers to alloted treatment, the suspended G components non-albeilien to visable format could suspend.... arcs spearheading spherical shell cutoffs, 3 movements in stellar facimile could be corraled. Lattice and spherical interferometry could converge on florecence in 3 internodes.. I've got an appointment

working on the movie tonite...

we are having trouble posting videos and pictures here. I tried to upload videos to facebook and failed but I think the movie is now uploading. With three different cameras, all kinds of pixels, aspects and ratios all over the place, I'm really burned out. I tried to teach myself i movie 11 from the tutorials, but in the end I was soliciting video editing tutorials, university film departments, hardware tech support for help..ok, good nite, P

Logging trellis photo backlog from the new movie

does this post?

Perhaps it will earn the title: the most unread page online. There is a way to load pictures online. Ever since I flunked my 1st computer class at City College, San Francisco, I have bungled these machines. Plus I am terrible at comprehending 'how to' manuals. I tried to test myself by putting together 'home style' items arriving in a box. I never evolved such that the packing material is now art. There is a header labeled 'disabled'. At least I have something in common with the directable icon. I've delegated to designated to the disabled section in pursuit of my travels due to my fear of unknown maps. I've never really entered the sphere of blogs. Is there one for every conceivable interest? What's your fave rave pursuit? I took up extreme sewing by hand. I attempted patchwork things. I would love the option I have no idea who my friends are on Facebook. I'm just sort of talking on and on. What if people could opt for totally transparent houses where every thing you do is known? We3ll, I tried to load a picture and/or paper and failed. I'm going to have to just accept this. I can experement with Windows Media Maker on my older computer with the broken brouser today. I have two tablespoons of co9ffe at 4:00 am every morning with honey and half and half. I'm in a tiny tiny apartment with a giant TV. I'm kinda confined to the couch. I tried to outfit it with a home gym of thrift store purchases. The flip camera would be so much better if it only had a sd card ability.

took it hard, I was dismissed by Ken Olum of Tufts

I went to my neighbor's and rendered myself    'vomitose' I cried myself for a week when Dave Pritchard fucked me in my mind. Weirdly, when he was reading and reviewing my paper, I could feel him doing it and found myself pleading my case in defense of my thesis from my living room while I presume he is in Boston. I do not know how to load the thesis and some letters of rejection here. My hot secretary Jason Maldonado is coming over later try to figure it out. I grew up with Cheryl Rainbeaux Smith. She took me on my first dumster dive for treasures in the Hollywood Hills. Her mother threw us out one night from her place behind Hipocampus where I had purchased the almond oil. Cheryl had tried to rescue3 the situation by going off to sleep in the tree. So we walked all night down to my house in Carthay Circle where we slept on the Lucile Ball gold hide away. I awoke the next morning with sunshine pouring in to find myself wrapped in her blond hair. We ate fried chicken TV dinners for breakfast with her proclaiming, "I love fried chicken!" Brett Smiley was also at our Junior high school as well as Jermaine Jackson. Before 'ABC' hit the radiowaves, I found myself dressed to the nines as I was a Jewish American Princess fearful of colliding with brother Michael because all along the side on his striped pants ensemble, he had spilt ink. Doug Weston moved in across the street in my teenage years where I discovered we were both sharing the same boyfriend. Does anyone from the troupe of Truth or Dare or Elton John remember Leeland Mcombas? While we were all hippies, he was ahead of the times sampling the Andrew Sisters. I

my religion

Los Angeles Memorial  library was branch, across the street from L.A. High school. One day I combed the bottom fiction shelf with no particular book in mind choosing a book called "The Monday Man". As I read, it was as if I could 'feel' the book, the wife Sylvia animated more than just a character. I hitch hiked a ride on Wilshire Blvd only to be picked up by the author. I asked him what did he do, to his answer, what did he write; "The Monday Man" was his answer. My mother Rose died in my arms on Saint Patrick's Day, 2005. We had never been close. Mother had traveled the world and enjoyed TV so I had it on tuned to the news which was covering the war in Iraq. She drifted off resuming her conversation with the people only she could perceive as was her time-she was 88. As I listened she said, "Isn't there anything you can do for the boy." A day later, after she died, I found myself in an Laguna Beach anti-war rally. A hospice worker had been assigned my mother and she took on cleaning the kitchen which was not in her pay. The last woman had been cutting corners.In her bedroom, I checked in on my mother who said, "I see a dirty rag just as the woman in the kitchen had holding a dirty rag. Mother also said she was going to be made over as in a TV makeover on the other side. My first crush was my orthodox Jewish neighbor David. I had always wanted to kiss him but by my age of 15, Hollywood influences were to strong and he was, it turned out,  an arranged marriage to Holly. But I dreamt one night a dream that was definitely beyond dreaming. I saw us together kissing and I knew he was there with me in the dream. A few years later, I did kiss finally kiss him and he said, "just like the dream". I had a plane a few years ago that had to circle back to Denver so I ended up stranded for a ni8ght at the Red Robin in Burlingame. I went over to the Double Tree for breakfast thinking it would be nicer. Behind me was a hard copy book of the "Morning of the Magicians" as the restaurant had a built in library. I went home only to open a letter from my friend Wendell who is an avid reader reviewing "The morning of the Magicians". I sometimes have insomnia and I passed into a seemingly deeper level of consciousness after not having slept for a week. I awoke 'over there' in a place sharper and clearer than waking life on cliff side rung between the  cable stations of an aerial tram in my body only as I knew it at 17. I fund myself at what I now recognize as the Palm Springs aerial tram where my sister had said I had rode as a girl of 8. I had not remembered. After leaving my sister I saw "Into The Wild" in Santa Barbara only to recognize the character at the same tram. We had a shady character living next door to us that I dreampt entered my apartment one night. The next day, the neighbor on his side said to his mother, "Smokey is walking through walls again". At 10, I breached spider webs suspended between a jade plant hedge in our yard out of boredom in the afternoon hypnotized by the escaping baby spiders. I now realize this was not great behavior. 20 years my son on our same family street said out of nowhere, "that is terrible what you did to those spiders; opening those webs". my son had two past life remembrances one as Iranian, one as Egyptian. The former at 6, he relating that he was terrified of water after having to bail out of a helicopter as a soldier over a river. At 12, with a high fever, he saw that he had been one of the pyramid builders. He felt that past life community had such a hold on him, their presence had permeated waking life. At 9, a friend of ours taught him simulated flight only to tell me in earnest, "he has flown before". I had a freak out when I was 13 listening to Alan Watts just because the philosophy was too mind expansive for me. At 45, I met a woman who said that she was pretty close to Alan Watts having been on his boat. Out of nowhere she suddenly says, "you were too young, you were not yet ready for that information".