Hello – I have less than 20 minutes tu be out of here and the time is 12:30 PM PST.
It would be hard tu refer tu me as physicist given my rather limited formal education in math and physics butt I am able to hold a thought or too when watching most of the smart people I know either go around in circles eventually collapsing into a heap of tears once I simply apply a little bit of gas.
My question is the following, what if we were to conclude that in a non-vacuum environment such as SpaceShip earth the speed of light which we refer to as “c” were to go through sum kind of change much like what would say happen to an airplane owned by say Delta Airways if it came up against a brick wall and then reexamine Einstein’s E=mc²?
My eldest brother published the following poem that caused my mother who received a dedication in the book quite sum consternation. It reads as follows:
A MAN LIKE YOU
H Dumpty
Was a man
Like you
Who fell off a wall
Society had built
for itself.
And all the king’s horses,
And all the King’s men,
Should have concentrated
On restructuring the wall,
Rather than trying to resurrect
a dead man.
By no means one of Neil Gevisser’s best poems although it is his really his blank verse that suggests he came from another planet, given, however, the fact that we have a pretty good idea given the lack of ATP “Adrianeashtrycallingmehosphate” [sic] in Deep Space nor 4 that matter have we found to the best of my knowledge another solar system not that we should be discouraged given our limited resources from trying tu find the “good stuff” robotics just as good in keeping the NASA folks gainfully employed, off the streets where they could be possible coaxed into providing blueprints freely available over The Internet tu make a suitcase size nuclear bomb assuming they have managed tu get their hands on a minute amount of enriched uranium that is known tu be “missing” our knowledge of the universe sum TOES estimate to be sum 4% odd, a good number tu keep the average dimwit guessing, agree?
Most folks who have known me these past 26 years odd since arriving in the United States from South Africa in March 1978 would have described my skills as being more in line with corporate “Jew Diligence” [sic], my experience tho with fellow Jewish people had me from a young age, 13 years of age to be precise, discounting pretty much whatever anyone had to say other than my mother and father who despite “operating” in a Nazi enclave exhibited no signs of “racism-bigotry” encouraging very much independent thinking while my mother in particular every so often would throw in comments like, “Beware of the yellow peril falling from the tree” which sumhow always brought to mind my fellow Jewish people during the “rain” of Hitler wearing these yellow stickys, and then there is “The Apple Computer a day keeps the trains running on time”.
Just too years or so prior to my barmitzvah my family journeyed to Jerusalem to celebrate my middle brother’s barmitzvah and we all had our pictures taken in front of the Western Wall also known as the Wailing Wall of the original Jewish Temples whose main section now houses the Dome of the Rock my brother, Melvin, coming away with a terrific photo of himself that was then placed on the inside cover of his barmitzvah invitations that were then sent out to all our families and friends, me being content with this photo taken a month or so be4 on a train ride from Zurich, Switzerland to Kitzbuel, Austria.
As I approached the Wailing Wall close up beside 4 not seeing any tears coming out either from the wall itself or out of the eyes of my fellow Jews rocking back and forth their shawls though doing a good job of covering up a number of things including my ability tu c what they were thinking at the time, physiognomy not yet in my vocabulary, sum of them finding the time to scribble a note or too and then stuff it into the cracks my wondering how long it would take 4 all the cracks to fill up recognizing at the time that there were certain limitations even to us the Chosen People particularly when it came to height, and then what would happen if a prince came along and brought the rain, agree?
High jump was simply not in the cards for me although there was a female friend of mine by the name of Noreen who had both the legs, figure and face to make someone like my mother capable of pulling together pretty much anyone especially those with good genes making them either into a starlet such Penny Coelen South Africa’s first Miss World or ensuring that they once receiving her Charm School certificate all butt assured of marrying well, butt 4 sum reason my mother never once pursued with any degree of vigor Noreen or any other of what I thought were pretty hot Jewish chicks who mostly went to our Jewish Day School known as Carmel College, the convent above us, well that story 4 another day.
Zena RAG Zulman as she is known today had quite a knack though 4 picking winners and might I add making hay especially in time of need and there are more than a handful of folks tuned into this communiqué wanting to know more precisely what it was that my amazing mother imparted tu me on that “joyride” from Zurich tu Kitzbuel back in December 1967 sum 6 months after the 6 Day War which was sum 5 months after publishing in the local Jewish magazine, Hashalom, her A Short Long Story of Masada.
Questioning authority never being willing to accept the “status quo” was further ingrained in me by the time she married my step-father, Alan Zulman, who never even dreamed about adopting any of us kids for the simple reason we had all pretty much decided to opt out of the “rat race” from a early age, the knowledge of us never inheriting more than say a dime, allowing us tu fly free and me possibly because I came last higher than the rest nothing like learning from other peoples mistakes not quite the same as using people or their money agree?
Beginning with my eldest brother Neil who had it quite rough in the South African military despite being drafted into the South African Airforce as the son of a “decorated” fighter-bomber-pilot although I don’t know that my father got any special medal 4 having completed sum 71 operations in rather hostile territory his toughest experiences no doubt coming during his initial flight school training when a Lieutenant Cohen, no relation to Sid Cohen, made my incredible dad chew on the word pig, day after day being forced to recite, “Yes Sir, I am a big phat fcuking pig” which probably didn’t roll off my Dad’s tongue as smoothly as I write these words, me on quite a roll at this time.
Rolling out of bed can be dangerous at this spot which we call The Cave but of course Lieutenant Cohen while seated in the same training plane as my father could always grab hold of the controls in the event my rather gifted and athletic father were tu say do a “pitch & roll” tossing this anti-Semite out in the Kalahari desert, my reminded at this time about this South African movie where a bottle of coca cola falls out of the sky and lands either on top of the head of this chimpanzee or right next to a Bushman, one and the same, u might not agree then with what I have had tu say about “coke addict” Charles Engelhard?
Another thing my mother implanted in my “scal” [sic] was the saying, “I may not agree with a word you say but I will fight to the death your right to say it.”
Which brings me back to A MAN LIKE YOU.
First tho I am reminded of another of my brother’s poems
GARDEN OF HEDON
G-Spot the dog,
In the Garden of Hedon, recalls,
That, his owner threw him bats,
Because, he had no balls
Between friends there are no gaps just gaffes, choosing one’s friends is as difficult as deciding when to pick one’s nose, agree?
And then there is Neil’s take on
HAIRSAY – HERESAY
Never Trust Anyone
Who goes out of his way
To wear a toupee.
By fooling themselves
They’d sure sweep you under their rug,
And that’s no heresay.
Neil and my sister Kathy have never met my very good friend Amos Wright who has never, certainly to the best of my knowledge, ever tried to hide the fact that he wears a toupee, it seems to me it was one of his ingenious ways of picking up women, butt then again one would have to know the road someone like Amos Wright a former U.S. Marine and Navy Officer during WWII had traveled from the time he first got out of school hiding between the wheels of a train heading to Los Angeles during The Depression ending up in a jail with mostly Black Men who treated him and his best friend rather well, Calvin Houghland whose father was the only man I am aware of who took on John D. Rockefeller and won, big time, the smartest thing Calvin’s father may have done though, was when the war ended hire Amos Wright who back in 1932 during the World Fair in Chicago, Amos and Calvin Old time Indiana boys, showed his mettle, combining an understanding of both economics and holding down the possibility of an inflationary bidding war when he negotiated with sum ladies of the night in downtown Chicago
When one loses perspective on what actually makes the world go around one is essentially done, sumthing I believe my mother mastered better than anyone I have ever known or read about 4 that matter, i.e. might as well pack one’s bags and wait 4 the next train tu Auschwitz never tho tu lose one’s sense of humor 4 a minute or too, certainly no more than 3 minutes, all members of my family well endowed in this category, my parents tho I noticed as they got older losing theirs at about the same pace I noticed them losing their minds, my reminded of another of my mother’s favorite expressions, “A mind a terrible thing to lose”
In her and my step-father’s book The Winking Cat there is my mother’s poem Too Loos La Trek deals with my step-father putting in a second toilet in their rather upscale but tight squeeze “bachelor bad” [sic] just down the street from where Princess Diana used to have her digs, affairs to boot, eventually hung out to dry by the Royal German Family still housed in Buckingham Place, Hi Queen.
The possibility exists that the Queen of England on hearing that my close attorney-colleague, no doubt a true friend, Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. has thrown his hat in the ring to be the next King of England now reading each and every one of my emails, back and forth, up and down, around and around the mulberry bush, just like Ms. Vicky “Sticky” Schiff as well as her incompetent-culpable Stanford Law School trained attorney Mr. William H. Jackson et al including I would assume former disgraced President Bill “Kitchen-Wallpaper” Clinton given “his decision” tu join forces with Ron Burkle a backer of Ms. Schiff and her co-managing director of the Wetherly Capital Group, Dan Weinstein, who amongst many things, remains, tu the best of my knowledge, an alternate member of the all omnipotent California Coastal Commission, an organization that most folks “worth their salt” doing any type of real estate dealings on the west coast of the United States between Mexico and Oregon know all to well, agree?
Oregon, I think is still the next State north, again depending on one’s perspective while reading this missive, which in many ways shall serve as nothing more, nor 4 that matter as nothing less than a class action complaint of epic proportions, which brings me to the point my mother was trying to tell my brother Neil right from the start, “Why rock the boat?”
That last hyperlink takes u tu a photo taken back in 1958 which u can just make out at the bottom of your screen, those who know where I am going with all this, not yet on my team, beginning to scream to “high treason, what in heaven’s name will he do next” one point being that I do have a command of a number of things most of all knowing tu give thanks to the likes of Mr. Derrick Beare who keeps such careful track of my bowl movements, i.e. making me aware whenever he cs me going over the edge that my shit does in fact stink, perhaps not as much as phat ass monster like Dr. Sperm Donor JBS or his “bitch the itch” Ms. Dawn Kilicat both of whom I believe should be placed on a 24/7 “watch list” along with Mr. King Golden Esq. not that we can ever forget Ms. Kathryn Murry the evidence suggesting more and more that Ms. Murry had quite a hand to play in sending me a threatening email perhaps today agreeing with my response that her spreading, the word, around the world tu those dependant on my point of view, my Bottoms Up Schooling taking hold, not just here on the “tip of the spear” in southern California where we have only G-D knows exactly how many days of sunshine seemingly getting more and more along with oshon swept winds from 3 directions, north, east and south leaving the desert Santa Anna winds to warm us up on those days when the likes of me prefer not tu wear a wetsuit.
Enough wouldn’t u agree tu give folks sum folks not getting enough sex an organism, right now a handful certainly no more than too handfuls of folks wanting to find a way to organize, willing to pool all their resources into having me declared insane, thrown into an ambulance, and while in the emergency room arrange with someone like Dr. Norman Kane, Noreen’s able-bodied brother, an orthopedic surgeon-entrepreneur to boot, while chopping off my hands and feet, leaving enough room below the knee 4 me tu perform my “sex slave” functions, perform nothing short of a frontal lobotomy, agree?
Why not simply “play possum”?
Which reminds of the French word, Poussin which in turn reminds me of Siméon Denis Poisson and be4 I head right into my so very very very important question let me suggest to you that there are more than a handful of Jewish people around the globe rethinking this thing we have so much difficulty with perhaps more so than the proclamations of Jesus Christ being “the only son of G-D” such a phrase alone could bring on another round of Government sponsored progroms not tu include Social Security in such extravagance that was clearly right 4 the X, the walking on water bit as much troubling to me, however, as the parting of the Red Sea when our forefathers journeyed forth from Egypt, agree?
In my quest to come up with a
Unified Theory
For the inner workings
Of the Universe
I was faced with a number of difficult choices given the fact that I had so little formal schooling although I did manage to pass all the necessary exams to get me a deferment from the South African Army, which had gone thru quite sum change since my incredible father represented the South African Airforce so gallanting during WWII knocking the living daylights, i.e. crap out of the Nazi bastards and their oh so many fricken supporters, Hi again Royal German family still incredibly, I assume in the 5 minutes it has taken me tu type this far, housed in Buckingham Palace, Jeffrey, I assume, we are still on 4 1PM today at Rainwaters, me quite a “rainmaker”, perhaps u and I journey forth together tu Bush Street in San Francisco and check out my uncle David Gevisser’s attorneys tu c if they would be interested in placing our “not so private” conversation or so it seems, “on the record”, be4 heading tu South Africa calling on the likes of Uncle David, Nicholas etc etc, my book Manager Minute One so very near tu completion, agree?
The point is a rather simple one but first let me have you take a look at another of my eldest brother’s poems written either when he was placed in solitary confinement during his military service at the peak of the Nationalist Nazi Party regime’s iron clad grip on all the peoples’ of South African 4 sum 40+ years in the making or shortly thereafter he experienced “first hand” a buddy or too getting their brains blasted a mistake or too occurring when being forced to do “bunny hops” on an “airstrip” his first book picking up the pieces of yourself published in 1972 when he was no more than 21 years of age, and how it came about that he was never arrested is to sum extent what Manager Minute One is all about, luck having no part when playing with a “full deck of cards”:
WONDERLAND (Apologies to Lewis Carrol)
I emerged from the rabbit hole
With an invisible Alice at my side, holding my hand
And everybody thought, that, I was mad
Me, holding my hand out to nothing
For Alic was invisible
Invisible that is, to anyone who had not seen the light.
But I had seen the light;
In the darkness of the rabbit hole.
Into which I had wandered.
Sitting in a field of flowers,
Seeing only the weeds,
I saw this rabbit being chased down an air-strip
By one of those Bedford army trucks.
Eventually being caught
And having its brains bashed out with the
Bottom end of a broom.
Its head pulsing blood on the polished, bungalow, floor.
Then, as I was trying to restore life to the bloody fur
It escaped.
Dropping its blood on the earth
Or, was it his fan or gloves, that he dropped?
Anyway, I gave chase
Eventually, disappearing down a hole somewhere in my mind
Between the pages of a book.
It was there, in that bungalow,
In that hole,
That “Wonderland”,
That, I emerged
Holding Alice’s hand
This time, in a field of weeds
Seeing only the FLOWERS.
So does this remind u of how Jennifer Flowers must have felt, my thinking at this time of the “crap” response from Mr. Merrick Wolman and the “SAPM” [sic] from Norman Lazarus whose father, more so I seem tu recall his now deceased uncle, Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus the ever so eloquent band leaders of the Jewish Capos that patrolled our Orthodox Jewish Temple located on the corner of Silverton and Musgrave Road as well as our private Jewish Day School just down the road from Howard College which housed the University of Natal, South Africa, just a “hop-jump-and-a-scotch” [sic] from Cato Manor where the offspring of the least damaged members of our society were being raised, agree?
Quite laughable, at least to me that we have a whole number of my fellow Jews, especially the ones with more ill-gotten gains than the rest, making sizable donations to “retarded” kids around the planet including naturally in the State of Israel when they should first be taking care of their own, looking after people like Cliff Benn, his father, Alan Benn, his best friend, Abe Dubin, my step-father’s more recent arch enemy, and the “watch list” goes on, agree?
Again, one on one each and every single fricken person I have ever met on this planet one can always find both element of truth and no doubt lots of good, the best tho comes out when one’s back is against the Wall and on the other side are people no different tu you, scared shitless, that they too are being watched by an ever vigilant and loving G-D simply wanting each and every one of us tu pay attention to the signs, the writing on the wall, one just has to look up into the heavens tu know the master painter of all time is within each and every one of us which brings me finally to making one point be4 moving on tu C BANG question, not every Jewish person from Durban, South Africa was “filthy” or 4 that matter “filthy rich” most just managing to “get by” divorce an easy way out when “worlds collide.”
I read recently in the December 1983 edition of Scientific American, and u should try the Americana Café in downtown Del Mar on the southwest corner of 15th Street and Highway 101,
If Einstein could come back in spirit to witness what has become of his theory, he would certainly be astonished, and I think pleased. He would be pleased that physicists at last, after years of hesitation, have come to accept his view that theories that are mathematically elegant deserve to be studied even if they do not seem to correspond immediately to reality. He would also be pleased that physicists now dare to hope a unified field theory may be attainable. He would be particularly pleased to find his old dream that all of physics may be explainable in geometric terms seems to be coming true.
Above all he would be astonished. Astonished that the quantum theory still stands pristine and unmoved in the midst of it all, enriching field theory and itself being enriched by it. Einstein never believed the quantum theory expresses ultimate truth. He never reconciled himself to the indeterminism it implies and thought it would someday be replaced by a nonlinear field theory. Exactly the opposite has happened. The quantum theory has invaded Einstein’s theory and transmuted it”
Continuing on,
“The Quantum world is never still. In the quantum field theory of electromagnetism, for example, the value of the electromagnetic field is continually fluctuating…Indeed, it is possible that the sequence of events in the world and the meaning of past and future would be susceptible to change…
Special Relativity, however, the square of the hypotenuse is equal to the difference of the squares of the sides rather than to the sum [Pythagoras]…
So as we go “back & forth” at times very possibly rocking ourselves tu death-life, and back again we get tu c the connections and the great advancements made by others whose brain size is almost certainly indistinguishable to that of ours, and of course I am not referring to the very few individuals who have ever been born “brainne dead” nor 4 that matter am I referring to anyone who has had their sequencing interfered with, the ability to don a suite not exactly proof positive of mental competency
or
4 that matter integrity, sticking tho to the sciences we will no doubt get tu the “promised land”, those of us able to say score like Po-li Pollack and I 100 and 101 respectively on an IQ test our Emotional IQ reading will have tu wait 4 our next door neighbor Sandy tu get her act together my suggestion that she hand out pieces of her amazing pie with each book she signs certainly going over well with my incredible wife, Marie Dion, although Sandy was not there at the time still possibly reeling from an email I sent her a day or so after our incredibly successful Sunset Blue Party, Hi Davide, hi Jim, hi Midnight Blue et al as in eat up quickly what I am dishing out, the best yet tu cum, agree?
We can surely agree that Pythagoras was the first scientist to take superstition and mysticism out of the equation with his “This +/and This = That” in time, if our species survives that long we should be able tu verify with ease what individual was our exact clone or in the case of Gunter “The Pig” Lazarus and former deceased and not disgraced enough former United States Ambassador to Switzerland, Larry Lawrence, the exact strain of cancerous enzyme that I suspect may be working its way up Po-li Pollak’s colon right this very instant, Hi Po-li, agree?
Because Einstein’s gravitational field theory is a generalization of special relativity, he called it general relativity. This is a misnomer. General relativity is actually less relativistic than special relativity…
Curved spacetimes (or ,more precisely, models of curved spacetime) also exist in an infinite variety of topological types. As candidates for a description of the real universe some of the models can be rejected because they lead to paradoxes of causality or because in them known physical laws cannot be made to hold. There still remain a staggering number of possibilities.
One notable model of the universe was proposed by the Russian mathematician Alexander A. Friedmann in 1922. In special relativity spacetime is viewed as being not only flat but also infinite in extent in both space and time… The model has a been a Edwin P. Hubble in the 1920s. When Friedmannn’s model is combined with Einstein’s theory of gravitation, it predicts a big bang at an initial moment of infinite compression, followed by an expansion that slows down over billions of years because of the mutual gravitational attraction of all the matter in the universe…
The question of gravity continues to baffle much smarter people than me, their being every reason tu suspect that Pol-Pollak distracted at this time no doubt looking forward to receiving a W2 or 1099, the standard Internal Revenue Service documents sent out tu either ill-advised people like Vicky “Sticky” Schiff or morons such as myself to preoccupied with trying tu save the world as opposed tu warming up tu the likes of Nicholas Oppenheimer by enjoying a beer or too, reminiscing on matters such as how much he and I have in common beginning with Abraham, although Adam, that is my one programmer Adam Tucker has I believe an uncle who sold Nicholas’ father’s blood brother, Charles Engelhard a racehorse, possibly too which could have mated with Nicholas’ mother, no?
Butt then again I may have sum of my facts right and those that are wrong I would very much appreciate it if u would set me on the straight and narrow, bearing in mind that those who came over the bearing straights perhaps got it even more right than what we originally thought possible, u know about keeping tu the right when trekking through a rain forest, right, agree?
Such indigenous folk while having ever thinning blood lines understand, it seems, things of importance such as “The Angle of the Dangle” which of the course the Romans capitalized on, not that I thought it was right and proper that Our Lord Jesus Christ should have been hung out tu dry, me now putting Jewish cardiologists tu work all around the world, my hope that by them counting their shekels they would be distracted from joining in with plans well under way by my immediate so-called Orthodox Jewish family tu have me lynched, Merry Xmess, not as disgusting a phrase say as Merry Lynch, the Melvyn Weiss’ of the world, Thank the Almighty G-D soon a thing of the past, lets just refer tu Melvyn in the future as “it” and his west coast partner, Bill Lerach as “It’s tochas”, agree?
Soon we will all be “free at last” the need tho tu hold one’s ego in check, never tu be arrogant, essential tu a fruitful and happy life, while revisiting expressions like The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth and without getting to much into the scriptures accept the possibility that when G-D said “multiply” he was trying tu suggest sumthing else tu the likes of Popes battling it out tu c who could enrich themselves the most at the expense of the illiterate, the Roman men having most of the fun it seems, agree?
Then again we have yet tu hear from the likes of Valerie Schulte Esq. a struggling attorney battling tu c how she could sumhow make a buck by possibly joining forces with me even at this late hour as she recounts any “hot and heavy” experiences of any nuns who may have shown her their Gucchi underwear, Cuchi Cuchi, hi my friends holding fort at the base of Machu Picchu and elsewhere, I along with my entourage could be arriving any day now, my hope is that all renovations on the Condor Houses are now complete giving us the most perfect view of the ruins of Machu Picchu, and Rafa present me with a business plan no more than too paragraphs, each one no more than 3 sentences and I will have Jeffrey R. Krinsk Esq. review it over lunch today, okay?
Let no one, however, on this fricken earth ever forget that Jesus Christ was born, raised, lived the life each and every day it seems observing the basic tenets of Judaism in terms of each fricken one of us being commandeered tu do “write” [sic-non-sic], besides 4 JC being buried very likely as a Jew, agree?
Not get so fricken phat, keeping the choices simple not stupid, good versus evil, kissing very much ok, assuming everyone else dental flosses their teeth as much as my wife and I do, not to the point tho, that it interrupts our lovemaking, not forgetting our 100% wolf, Niki’s best buddy Elk, an Elk Hound who could not only take down a deer or too assuming the deer don’t have the phatso genes of The Sperm Donor and his on-off-on again girlfriend Ms. Dawn Kilicat, Elk butt devouring the animal in a matter of too toos, now if u feel the need to run to the loo, go right ahead, and don’t worry I promise not tu look, as long as u don’t start comparing your penis tu mine, agree?
Moving right along,
A simple example of a multiply connected universe is one whose structure is repeated ad infinitum, like a wallpaper pattern, in a given spatial direction. Every galaxy in such a universe is a member of an infinite series of identical galaxies separated by some fixed (and necessarily enormous) distance. If the members of a series are truly identical, it is questionable whether they should be considered distinct. It is more economical to view each series as representing just one galaxy. Hence a journey from one member of the series to the next returns a traveler to his starting point, and a line tracing such a journey is a closed curve that cannot be shrunk to a point. It is like a closed curve on the surface of cylinder that goes around the cylinder once. The repeating universe is called a cylindrical universe…
Quantum mechanics, the third component of quantum gravity,… took no account of the theory of relativity. Its success was nonetheless immediate and brilliant…
By the mid-1930s it was fully understood that when the quantum theory is combined with relativity, a number of entirely new facts can be deduced…
These astonishing consequences of uniting special relativity and quantum mechanics have been confirmed repeatedly in the past half century. Relativity and quantum theory together yield a theory that is greater than the sum of its parts. The synergistic effect is even more pronounced when gravity is included…
The conservative view at present is that the inclusion of quantum effects is the only reasonable clue in sight for the incompleteness of Einstein’s theory…
