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Binary clocks and binary watches are the ultimate in geekiness. The first one I saw was at thinkgeek.com. This program uses your computer's clock to display the time in a graphical binary format.
*** These are amazing to leave running on the desktop!
I love when people ask me what it is. The occasional geek actually HAS told ME what it is.
Now THAT@S coolness!
--- back to glassgiant's explantion now: ***
How It WorksThe leftmost two columns represent hours, the middle two represent minutes and the last two represent seconds. In addition, each row represents a value of 1, 2, 4 or 8, as indicated. To find out what time it is, simply add the values associated with each active square for each column. If there are no active squares in a column the value is 0.
For example, the sample shows that only the 4 position is lit up in the second column from the right, for a total of 4. The 4 and 1 positions are lit up for the rightmost column, for a total of 5. So, putting these two numbers together, we find that the "seconds" portion of the time is 45. Adding up the remaining columns, we find the time is 22:47:45, or 10:47:45 PM.
For more information on how to count in binary, check out How to Count to 31 on One Hand.
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tidy up! Tidy up! Everything goes into it's place!
tidy up! Tidy up! Now it's time to tidy up!
I am working rather hard at trying to clear out my junk.
Boxes and boxes of stuff never accessed nor sorted since I bought this place in 2001.
In addition to my own nasty garbage, I have had to sort, store and re-gift my father's garbage as well. My stuff just kept getting put further and further to the back of the storage room.
Having resigned from three organizations I must now deliver things which I have been holding on their behalf lo these many years. Oh shit that's a pain in the ass. I have bloody buggery no idea where anything is. Other helpful people have cleaned up around here. Sure it looked good but guess what? They put everything in the storage room in boxes. Not sorted nor labelled.
It's zero hour and I must do it myself. --arg
An inconvenient truth has fallen on my mind.
what does this mean?
Well mostly it most inconveniently means that I must sort this stuff out MYSELF and put it away MYSELF as only I am responsible for it. All that other stuff above is just a very great distraction method my diabolically clever mind contrived to keep me busy.
Be careless in your dress if you will, but keep a tidy soul. Mark Twain
From Dreams to reality; up and out I go into the autumn winds.
It is amazingly windy outside. As I walk along the avenue, I am pelted by maple leaves. They all seem to be aiming straight for my head.
I head to the seaside where the whitecaps are amazing. Two brave windsurfers are out in the bay. One of my kite friends is trying to set up his kiteboarding stuff.
It has been legitimised as a quasi-extreme sport now and has a new name too but I cannot remember it. Fly something or other.
More of my old friends see me and call out: "Where are your kites?"
I just smile and wave.
I miss Ray Bethel and the times from long ago when we flew together outside the Maritime Museum and the big deal was landing your kites on the big sculpture.
Now Ray does the routine he and I did together all alone flying 3 kites.
I miss that. Watching him put on his show was alot of fun. A true people-pleaser. Ray was born to entertain.
I do not miss flying though. I had many golden years and the experience of being with world-class fliers. The memory is enough. I can't stand the sun anymore and I get too cold. What an old lady.
Coming back it is oak leaves smacking into me. I pass the last large Oak tree in this area and sadly note the property is in the rezoning process. Paradise is getting ever more crowded. I see our resident homeless by choice fellow and he is with a woman. (!!) She is completely plastered. Or something. She is my age.
It could be me, under our circumstances. He is holding her up and trying to talk her into going home. To her home. To sleep it off. Nice guy.
Now I too am home.
I am warm in my cozy little place here and happy.
It's coming along. Give it a few more weeks and I may be all right after all.
Out in space again way way out there and loving it. I am dimly aware this is a dreamstate I am in. There is a nagging thought that I am being stalked.
That seems very odd to me as I am surrounded by billions of miles of open space.
Still there is something out there disturbing me.
Now I feel it upon me. It is just me and it way out in space.... and I scream....
Now I am falling falling falling...
down and down millions of miles a second and still I fall...
I wake up sitting, covered in sweat. Not one cover remains on the bed.
I am shaking. Whatever it was out there scared me to bits.
The remaining bits of me carried on with the day.
Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more
Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-sear,
I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude,
And with forc'd fingers rude,
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear,
Compels me to disturb your season due:
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer:
Who would not sing for Lycidas? he well knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
He must not flote upon his watry bear
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,
Without the meed of som melodious tear.
Sitting with an Insurance Adjustor discussing my claim for damages to my rear bumper incurred in a very minor parking lot accident. I had been telling her that I was planning to have the car detailed anyway and that my damages were minimal. The other vehicle that backed into me had more damage as it was the driver's side door.
The accessor brought his report into the interview room.
My adjustor looked across the desk and told me the amount it would likely cost to repair my scratches.
Up until that moment I was holding the high road.
Suddenly I became concerned with assessed liability.
Because of my excellent driving record (her words, not mine) the worst case scenario is that my yearly premium will go up by $17.00
I can handle that.
A very large part of me wants the accident to be 100% the other driver's fault.
Tsk tsk tsk.
T'is Thanksgiving eve and I am the turkey, stuffed and dressed.
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner featuring mostly vegetarian dishes and one bar-be-qued chicken. With only two people eating meat it seemed silly to make a turkey. I did make stuffing and a compote instead of a meat-based gravy. It was onion and mushroom, pear apple raisin and cinammon compote and it was absolutely delicious. We had mashed potatoes and butternut squash baked in a glaze, we had brussel sprouts and pickled beets and yummy pumpkin pie with fresh whipping cream for dessert.
I am thankful for such a marvellous feast.
I am grateful for my job which I love despite the conditions of employment.
I am appreciative of each soul I encounter along the way and the lessons I am learning.
And I don't have a gun.
Went to the Medical Specialist/Sadist this last week to find out how much longer my torture session will be. Part of me wants to remove all the hardware (and now!!!) but alas that would mean all was for naught!
And it hurt too much for that outcome...
One more year, he says.
One more year he hopes.
I can cope with that.
I did actually sleep soundly one night this last week, without medical intervention.
The trouble with looking healthy is that noone ever believes that there could possibly be anything troubling you. My injury had a strange side-effect leaving me with a permanent grimace/smirk. I look like I am always smiling.
Trust me it is a wince.
My jaw locks and my teeth grind and I scream in my head louder and louder.
Again this last week I had a day so bad that if I had a gun I would have shot my jaw off. I went to bed praying for better times loudly and sincerely.
3 days of migraine headaches and one night of abject terror in which I woke up everyone again shouting "NO MORE, NO MORE!"
I am going to go to see my Physician about Klonopin again....
Noone else can stand it when I scream at 3am.
The trouble is that I am left with a hangover effect but no memory of what transpired. Outside of a roaring headache that is...
Do you realise that I have spent far more money fixing my invisible but painful injury than I did on my home? Amazing is it not?
I take so much tylenol I have permanent residue that will live on long after me.
Still thinking about a trip to where opium is an option to see if I could actually have 1 week running of no pain.
If ever oh ever you are in an accident and noone but yourself thinks there is trauma of the long-lasting sort borrow beg or steal money for an MRI ---
and believe in yourself.
Strolling through the Crystal City and noticing the silence.
Even for a dreamscape, this is quiet.
The elevator goes up and sideways and always to the wrong floor. I wryly note that going up is an improvement. Not sure about the sideways things.
I come out to a mezzanine where there are other people. They are all grey.
They do not interact with me but I didn't expect them too.
Will I now look for my car? My house?
I pause and remember this is a dream, but knowing it does not awaken me.
My head is leaking. How very Freudian I think to myself but the ooze does not stop.
Stupid way to spend hours in which I could be studying the cosmos.
And yeah, I wake up now that I remember how to fly.
It is just nuts out there for us!
More clients and fewer employees.
Today I worked with another new-to-me person and was less than impressed.
I have a new thing I do to remind myself why I continue in a job that does not pay me what I am worth for a Government that takes every opportunity to remind me I mean nothing to them.... nothing but a number.
The starfish story is one I completely embrace. Hopefully I can find a URL to post up above and here.... * * *
(read it at this link here as the website is wonderful and I am indeed so grateful)
So each and every time I leave a home where it made a difference to that person that it was me and not someone else I do a little jig and say *Starfish~*
and I smile, sweet and long.
While walking along a beach, a man saw in the distance what looked like a boy dancing.
He was encouraged by the outward expression of someone dancing to the new day on the beach, and he approached the young man. As he got closer, he realized that the young man was actually running, leaning down, picking something up and then gently throwing it far into the ocean.
As he came closer, he saw thousands of starfish the tide had thrown onto the beach. Unable to return to the ocean during low tide, the starfish were dying. He observed the young man picking up the starfish one by one and throwing them back.
After watching the seemingly futile effort, the observer said to the young man, "There must be thousands of starfish on this beach. It would be impossible for you to get to all of them. There are simply too many. You can't possibly save enough to make a difference."
The young man smiled as he continued to pick up another starfish and toss it back into the ocean.
"It made a difference to that one," he replied.
The older man shook his head at the impossible optimism of the young man, and then turned away and walked home. That night, he sat for a long time thinking of the young man, and determined that the young man was really affecting the world and taking action to make a difference. Something that the older man would like to do. That night he slept fitfully. In the morning, he awoke, went down to the beach and found the young man again. Then together, they went along the beach shore tossing starfish back into the ocean.