formulas devoid of all they stand for

The nuclear breach in Japan is a worldwide emergency and today there is media disregard concerning coverage. We need a right brained posse to meet in the coffee houses not symposia like the old North Beach San Francisco days. The man from LUNA: I attended symposia at Columbia where there was a physicist jabbing cardinal order as a necessary requisite to grand unified code along with me! I overheard concerning gated batch, "What do you mean you ran it at 2, why not 3? Explain the difference between 2 and 3?" I never shared or solicited the good looking young man with my papers as I usually do believing it would spoil the rare jewel. I did not offer my experiences concerning the weird 'barred from refreshments' theme running through my college drop ins when he said, "When have you ever been barred from a lecture?" Before he went on to rip into the authenticity of the parity violation study of the woman sitting next to me he asked why I chose to live in the middle of nowhere in the wilderness? I am out here because analytical thought comes easier to me here at the forks of the Smith River with less distractions. I woke up this morning a wondered why a change in radio wave density is out of phase with the microwaves of my oven? If I am pitching for more structural grid representation as a conduit for well contrived shortcuts, I need a comprehensive map of 4 fermion coulomb map into the seemingly banal mechanistic interface of sliding oil film load deformation. Jest of the day to provoke "Age of Reason" obedience"A yet to be uncovered, what if there is heroic response through redirected purpose in our machines? The Nobel Prize winner and the day of the doctorate: The Condensed Matter board at MIT said "Doctorate, open to the public" concerning a student so I went. Only him, his wife and a few friends went as three of the world's top physicists tore into every assumption the poor guy had followed up until then with cuts insidious by their simplicity such as, "Gee why does the graph seem to fall off there, everyone experiences that?" I came up to talk to the new doctor afterwords where he stood in the corner still shaking and told him I had dreamt that a hamiltonian was stuck in the shower. I literally saw this box with the word hamiltonian on it in the stall. He responded by telling me the parable about a Yang Mills/Hamiltonian stuck in a town. I was in shock and awe to see the Nobel Prize winner there and thought my research paper attempt still too in the raw to share. I asked for his autograph and he literally etched a witches invocation for success into my journal adding color pens for special effects! I always keep a road journal and have had incredible French impressionist and Japanese tattoo artists literallly drop their work into my sheets. If ego is the dope of the damaged id, I scored big time when I first started attending lectures in physics with comments from one of the inventors of LIGO "You really understand it" to a dare from a student of Kip Thorne to prove him wrong. "Physicists like to be proven wrong" he added. I had had so much adrenaline pumping through me that day in lecture all I remember is counter stellar red shifts here, a jab stating 'there is no now over there' as I deconstructed lecture with prepared notes. A chemist approached me saying she wished she was me as I thought "who would ever want to be me?" Two physics instructors outside the door inquired as to how many years I had been studying physics. I freaked out so,  had to make up an answer. As I have tried through the years to push through in print, after  watching a near fist fight break out between two physicists over nobel gasses I could no longer condone throwing my weight about in someone else's lecture. All my begging for a review of written merit has just lead to garfarelok as people keep propping up their indifference with the parting words, "good luck". I've even probed the merit of my efforts this way. What if the theory that supports it is proven wrong. Even that course is a useful exercise in physics if the theory is new. As I was appraising my access to these lectures is a privilege not a right at PSFC IAP this winter someone had to come unlock the door. Another visitor tried to use the opportunity inappropriately meanwhile, recording the event without authorization. The lecturer had quized the audience and I got one answer right concerning a timely cartoon caricature depiction-nothing to do with any science. Curious, I walked into the budding confrontation post lecture. The administrator, who ever he was standing with the lecturer turned to improve utilizing my quirky presence to mediate with the guy!  My new papers are available by request anyway. I hostel and take greyhound and love soup kitchens. Something interesting I saw on skid row on Saint Patrick's Day-two pieces of shit in a cute box. I always confuse David Raines Wallace with David Foster Wallace. What would the combo read like?