tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41537073070508448412024-02-21T01:56:02.444+01:00cakeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-6000302978196371572012-02-06T12:43:00.000+01:002012-02-06T12:43:59.878+01:0034 (thirty four)34 (thirty-four) is the natural number following 33 and preceding 35.<br />
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34 is the ninth distinct semiprime and has four divisors including unity and itself. <br />
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34 is the ninth Fibonacci number and a companion Pell number. Since it is an odd-indexed Fibonacci number, 34 is a Markov number, appearing in solutions with other Fibonacci numbers, such as (1, 13, 34), (1, 34, 89), etc.<br />
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34 is the magic constant of a 4 by 4 normal magic square.<br />
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34 is a heptagonal number. It has the aliquot sum, 20, in the following descending sequence 34,20,22,14,10,8,7,1. and it is the 6th composite member of the 7-aliquot tree. There is no solution to the equation φ(x) = 34, making 34 a nontotient. Nor is there a solution to the equation x - φ(x) = 34, making 34 a noncototient.<br />
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34 is the atomic number of selenium.<br />
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Messier object M34 is a magnitude 6.0 open cluster in the constellation Perseus.<br />
The New General Catalogue object NGC 34 is a peculiar galaxy in the constellation Cetus.<br />
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34 is the Saros number of the solar eclipse series which began on 1917 BC August and ended on 384 BC February. The duration of Saros series 34 was 1532.5 years, and it contained 86 solar eclipses. <br />
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34 is the Saros number of the lunar eclipse series which began on 1633 BC May and ended on 335 BC June. The duration of Saros series 34 was 1298.1 years, and it contained 73 lunar eclipses.<br />
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The jersey number 34 has been retired by several North American sports teams in honor of past playing greats or other key figures:<br />
Nolan Ryan of the The Houston Astros and Texas Rangers <br />
Kirby Puckett of the The Minnesota Twins<br />
Rollie Fingers of the Oakland Athletics and Milwaukee Brewers. <br />
Hakeem Olajuwon of the Houston Rockets<br />
Walter Payton of the The Chicago Bears<br />
Earl Campbell of the The Houston Oilers<br />
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34 is also:<br />
The traffic code of Istanbul, Turkey<br />
A song by the Dave Matthews Band<br />
In the title of the 1947 movie Miracle on 34th Street, remade in 1994<br />
The number of the French department Hérault<br />
The code for international direct-dial phone calls to SpainUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-12539414689783100252010-04-05T10:08:00.002+02:002010-04-05T10:19:58.569+02:00i was in sydney for 21 hoursI caught up with 2 lovely ladies I met in Berlin.<br />I hunted for a horse statue in the Botanical Gardens my Dad told me he slept under one night in his wayward youth. I found one but don't know if it was THE one.<br />I looked at the sparkling water and skinny terrace houses and giant motorboats of Sydney and as usual thought 'I should visit properly sometime soon.'<br />I went to the beautiful wedding of two beautiful people and ate and drank and danced and was moved by the ceremony and the speeches and all the joy and love. <br />An eight year old kid ruled the dance floor all night, not in a cute kiddy way but in a kind of supernaturally possessed by the groove way that had people staring and commenting and congratulating him as the night drew to a close. I wonder if he will keep it up or will get awkward and shy about it as he grows up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-11295090441674849372010-03-22T06:45:00.007+01:002010-03-22T08:06:08.005+01:00My new special powerLast week, buses and trams consistently failed to see me. Slamming their doors and pulling away just as I was about to step inside, or simply sailing past me as I waited at the stop. Repeatedly. <br /><br />I can't help wondering if this is a natural progression, a symptom of how things are going, in general, between me and the cosmos. I have been a magnet for catastrophe and failure of late: I imagine them creating a kind of signal-scrambling haze around me, the more they accumulate. Possibly I am actually becoming invisible. <br /><br />If you happen to spot me on the street, please let me know.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-17900180894465247182010-03-18T08:10:00.000+01:002010-03-18T08:11:04.798+01:00and then my heart EXPLODEDUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-34553850140386941072010-02-16T06:44:00.004+01:002010-02-16T07:01:12.869+01:00mysterioso<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"Future analysis with new technology may shed more light on the mystery of the <a href="http://sophia.smith.edu/%7Elfletche/deathvalley.html">moving rocks at the Racetrack Playa of Death Valley</a>; however no matter how much is determined about the moving rocks, their beauty and magic will always be impressive and mysterious to those who travel the treacherous gravel roads to visit the incredible dried lake bed."</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-79825689495184382522010-02-12T04:13:00.002+01:002010-02-12T05:03:07.371+01:00experimenta<a href="http://http://www.experimenta.org/exhibitions-projects/navleft.html">Utopia Now</a> looks like fun... I must go back and see it without champagne goggles on and so many hobnobbing people in front of the art. That was nice in its own way, of course, and there were showbags with little jars of chutney in them! and a view of a very full river after the big storm.<br /><br />I met the maker of a work called <span style="font-style: italic;">International Dance Party </span>I had already enjoyed at the kunstlerhaus bethanien in Berlin and I was bummed that I wasn't there earlier to see him and a French artist secretly swap name-tags to get interviewed by the ABC about their works. But I did catch them afterwards discussing in admiring terms the interviews they had given as each other (complete with an explanation for the journalist as to why a German artist had a French accent).<br /><br />I didn't get to check out the exhibition version of <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.experimenta.org/online-art-work.html">You Were In My Dream</a> by clever Van Sowerwine and Isobel Knowles but will be sure to when I go back.<br /><br />Also wondering whether to try to catch Momoyo Torimitsu's <a href="http://artmachines.org/2009/03/momoyo-torimitsus-miyata-jiro.html">robot businessman</a> crawling along Collins Street this evening.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-5255869480772368362009-11-23T03:34:00.001+01:002009-11-23T03:37:46.207+01:00rain rainStacks of rain made the ceiling leak, even though there is another apartment above ours. Right above the bed, the dripping soaked through the mattress before I came in and found it.<br /><br />Broken roof, to add to the list of broken things.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-70549957192272028812009-04-28T09:43:00.005+02:002009-04-28T09:48:22.825+02:00I went for a ride in the Tiergarten and the air was full of white fluffSome species of tree there is going crazy with Spring, sending out something like cotton wool or fairyfloss to hang on the breeze, catch the sun and gather thick on the water.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-29814352488255897712009-04-26T03:33:00.002+02:002009-04-26T03:38:40.238+02:00Somebody told me a story about bumblebees that I'd like to rememberUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-25794176914227953332009-04-23T13:01:00.009+02:002009-04-23T13:36:32.029+02:00Recent viewing- I went to see 'Vorspannkino', an exhibition of cinema opening titles at <a href="http://www.kw-berlin.de/">KW Berlin</a><br /><br />Interesting exhibition design, 4 'kinos' set up in the cinema. In one, you walked through a curtain to what felt like the front 2 rows of the upper level of a cinema, looking across at a screen in the distance. It felt as though the floor below should be full of aisles and seats, but when you looked over the edge you saw only a big empty hall... the effect was somehow surreal. Another room had projections on the wall and you never knew which part of the wall would show the next sequence. So, in the dark, people moved silently around the room as each new sequence started. Another drew viewers along a trail of suspended screens...<br /><br />I emerged after this into the sun. The building opposite KW has a facade is clad in scaffolding, some kind of work being done. This day, sitting up in the scaffolding, there was a man playing the cello and a girl filming him on the ground. A crowd of passersby had gathered to listen, sitting in the street. Two women got up and started to waltz in the road.<br /><br />It felt like, after what I had just seen, this was the movie proper starting.<br /><br />- Had a Volspark Hasenheide Picnic dinner and a movie night at Nora's. Saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0869977/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Naissance des Piuevres</span></a>, a French film, with German subtitles. Lucky for us, it is not so dialogue heavy. I liked it. The strange sport of synchronised swimming, as practiced by bored suburban/ small city teens. One thing that stood out was that the film often avoids establishing and long shots. Closeups and underwater shots detach the sport from the overall purpose it has and emphasise its surreal side. Then this is in contrast with a world of teens, bottled up and bored and harbouring secret crushes on each other, in a drab stretch of suburbia we never really see the shape of. This draws the viewer in, I think, to the limited perspective and subjective world of the film's main characters.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-60656699445234589772009-04-23T12:41:00.003+02:002009-04-23T12:46:28.460+02:00Lost LoveI lost the love of my life, Hanz Fritz. He is 52 and I am so lonley now, I sit at home all day and Pet my kitty - kat. I know no german and he spoke german. Hanz does not speak english and he is blind. If you have seen a blind old german man name Hanz, please contact me. I saw him in the bakery 20 years ago, that was the last time. I hope he still remebers me, my name is Joe Stal. Oh where is my Hanz?<br /><br />(Somebody's ad in the Lost and Found section, Berlin craigslist)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-58439885695621374852009-04-18T13:50:00.006+02:002009-04-18T14:20:53.297+02:00Easter weekend list- Sunshine<br />- Blue skies<br />- A walk in the countryside at the northern edge of Berlin<br />- Places from Annika's childhood<br />- Horses from Annika's childhood<br />- A good Friday backyard picnic with eggs that were just their normal colour because I brought the wrong kind of dye... oops...<br />- Getting dozy on the lawn and waking ourselves up with net-free badminton<br />- Magnus and Britanny Ann in smoky-crumbly-wallpaper-peely Neukoln bars<br />- Magnus' glasses<br />- Magnus' friend who looked a bit like a big version of Magnus from a distance<br />- Firm intentions to work fading away into a sun-hazy Sunday afternoon by the canal<br />- Watching a ptonk tournament with sausages and beer by the water<br />- Kyoka's friend's sound art exhibition<br />- Finding new people and following them into the night<br />- Experimental drum gig (really good!) at West Germany<br />- A picnic at the Volkspark Friedrichshain<br />- Erik playing soccer and the guitar<br />- Kudyo scouting the park for the best place to bury a bread roll<br />- icecream<br />- spanish hamUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-11796547699054288012009-04-18T10:22:00.001+02:002009-04-18T10:22:43.776+02:00I shouldn't have said anythingNow it's gone a little chilly again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-68941260985402593672009-04-17T17:22:00.000+02:002009-04-17T17:23:23.481+02:00spring makes it hard to concentratebut i am doing my bestUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-31393865964163693002009-04-17T11:28:00.002+02:002009-04-17T17:33:24.448+02:00Spring!Spring!<br /><br />Spring!<br /><br />Spring! <br /><br />Spring! <br /><br />From all accounts it was a particularly long, cold winter.I liked the REALLY cold bit in the middle, ice and snow and 16 below. But apart from that, after 6 months of gloom PLUS a melbourne winter before that, and snow still falling in March, I was ready to sell my soul for a little sunshine.<br /><br />Spring started suddenly on a Tuesday a few weeks ago. In a day, it seemed, trees exploded into blossom, the sun began to shine and there were people everywhere, grinning. <br /><br />Oh!<br /><br />Spring! <br /><br />Spring!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-89401529198394816802009-04-17T10:45:00.009+02:002009-04-17T17:56:20.406+02:00Things in England in March (a list)* Sitting on chewing gum on the train from the airport. Welcome to England.<br />* My Mum and Dad, staying in a small village in Kent, and feeding us up like we couldn't possibly have eaten since we last saw them.<br />* Proper pubs with low dark woody beams.<br />* Proper pub meals.<br />* Mysterious ruins of a castle on a hill. Inside the hilltop too. It reminded of being a little kid when you would just pretend the hill was a castle; this was kind of the same, you had to look at the hill, and knowing that it housed a castle, kind've imagine the castle inside... <br />* Leeds Castle. It didn't need to be imagined. The big old castle had an even bigger castle built onto the side of it in 1822... many rooms inside were done up in proper 1930s salon style by latterday owner Lady Baillie who liked to throw glamorous parties there for princes, films stars and politicians. Fun to imagine, not quite the same following a rope around it beside a bunch of French school kids.<br />* Leeds Castle animals... peacocks, toucans, macaws. Also portraits of Lady Baillie's dogs on the walls, along with a collection of engravings of monkeys.<br />* Farm shops.<br />* Really delicious duck pate... the last ever tub, i discovered, when i went back to the farm shop to buy more... they said it was just a local farm making it and it had gotten too expensive. The effects of the economic crisis, perhaps?<br />* Hills, woods, fields, mud, wet feet. <br />* Old country town graveyards and churches where you can see where things were ripped out and smashed by the Puritans in Cromwell's time.<br />* London.<br />* Corinna.<br />* Corinna's big house and many housemates and funny little kitten who didn't have a name last time we visited - I thought Milly-Walky-Talky was a good suggestion but now she is called Birdy. I guess that's good too. Birdy looks more like an Anime cat than any other cat I've ever met. <br />* Salt beef bagels in Brick Lane.<br />* The V and A museum. Oh, I love it. <br />* A super exhibition by Haunch of Venison at the Royal Academy.<br />* Hackney Curries that turn into a brick in your belly.<br />* Boiled grapefruit lollies in a tin, Dad's gift for the journey home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-33088221886385831762009-01-24T15:46:00.001+01:002009-01-24T15:48:38.687+01:00Nevertheless...... I didn't write. Why, I hardly know. I was lazy and the weather had turned warm. I thought of Arthur often; so often, indeed, that correspondence seemed unecessary. It was as though we were in some kind of telepathic communication.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-23925079784439379712008-09-17T12:24:00.002+02:002008-09-17T12:27:14.125+02:00List 3. Some things I've liked so far about Berlin.- Riding around on borrowed bikes. <br />- Coffee at Bonanza, this is the best coffee we’ve found so far in this hemisphere<br />- Table tennis and beer in just about any park you care to stop in<br />- The brief week and a half of sun and mild warmth we managed to catch before it turned chilly<br />- Picnicking in the Grunewald on the last sunny day<br />- the canals<br />- The Turkish market by the canal in Kreuzberg <br />- the bio-wurst from a stand at the Turkish market… I didn’t get what the big deal with wurst was until I ate this<br />- Ice-cream. Favourite one so far was mango and coconut from a place in Friedrichshain<br />- Tasty falafels<br />- The way the streets around here seem so dark and still and mysterious at night but with little lights glimmering here and there off into the distance<br />- The big comfy apartment we are staying in (but for 11 more days only… I hope we can find somewhere else so nice), these altbaus with central courtyards are lovely<br />- Eating spätzl with my brother near his place… this is total junkfood, but pleasing.<br />- the smaller of the two flea markets we’ve been to (see below…)<br />- big German 'breakfast' last Sunday at 4 in the afternoon... tasty volkenbröt and many types of cheese and ham and fruit and boiled eggs... <br />- discovering that 'second breakfast' is an actual recognised thing hereUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-65021335222650596092008-09-15T01:02:00.004+02:002008-09-15T01:06:53.971+02:00List 2: Number of varieties of cheese, ham and coffee I had todayCoffee: Three.<br />Ham: Two.<br />Cheese: Five. Yes, Five.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-48004062817195443882008-09-15T00:44:00.003+02:002008-09-15T00:59:24.423+02:00List 1: Things I bought at the flea market today- A coat. Not quite warm enough for the depths of winter (I have to keep looking for one of those) but excellent, I would say, for the period leading up to it. ie: Now. As soon as I get it some buttons.<br /><br />- A pink scarf and a red scarf. I had none in my suitcase and the cold today was making this important.<br /><br />- A white wooly hat, kind've like a bulky, square, beany. See above re. reasons to buy. It looked good when the sweet-talking guy waved a mirror at me for a split second but didn’t look good when I put it on again at home. <br /><br />- A red wallet. Sold to me by the sweet-talking guy on the basis that it matched my sunglasses.<br /><br />- A kind've partly floppy partly fitted T-shirt that looks a bit 'fame academy' with what at first looks like the Puma logo on it but then you look closer and it says ‘Punk’. The girl said it was designer clothing she bought in Spain and she went to show me the designer label, only to her surprise she must have removed it. <br /><br />- A silk and cashmere jumper that feels LOVELY when you put it on.<br /><br />- My name in metal printing press letters.<br /><br />- A book called 'Indecision.'<br /><br />Now you can try guessing which were the silly purchases and which were the sensible ones... It seems hard to manage the sensible without the silly with flea market shopping.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-52262019921431725122008-09-15T00:42:00.001+02:002008-09-15T00:43:15.246+02:00Lists from now onIt’s been 5 weeks since leaving Australia and already I have the sensation of not knowing how to correspond about it in emails and even less so in a blog. My head has been a jumble of four languages and every day has been filled with newness, even trips to the supermarket and street signs are entertaining (sometimes at least). So, how do you choose. <br /><br />Leaving Melbourne was exhausting so the week in Tokyo was a funny combination of fatigue and sensory overload. Oh, but, I did love it, I think, and I hope I go back. Paris was super-bonne, I had been there twice, no, three times, before, but not lived in Belleville and not in such good company. Being in Berlin, now, for longer (how long?) feels slower-paced, more relaxed but also there are things to get done like getting back to work and finding somewhere to live. We have borrowed bikes and it is good to ride places and let the city take shape. It is turning cold – too soon for my liking! – but maybe it will be warm again just a little? I hope? We start German classes tomorrow, the 4 hours of confusion spent enrolling for the VHS resulted in my getting placed in Beginner’s Level 2, despite not quite passing the entry test, so I have spent this evening trying to remember what little German I ever had and learn some more. I’m nervous about it.<br /><br />I am going to try writing lists only here for a while, I think, I have still not found my way in to blogging, let along formed a habit, perhaps a restriction will provide some incentive.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-26873161633829186292008-07-21T10:50:00.001+02:002008-07-21T10:51:31.253+02:00Why does my phone not know how to spell "giraffe?"Predictive text has bad priorities.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-48621378739255371892008-07-14T17:15:00.005+02:002008-07-14T17:24:02.166+02:00Count downHave started reading the Count of Monte Cristo. Up to page 89. Dantes has been the victim of terrible foul play and trickery and is in a dungeon. My understanding is that this is a book about revenge, which I suppose he will now spend the remaining 1160 pages exacting in some way or another. <br /><br />Am wondering whether it is a mistake to be reading this now when am heading overseas in the not-very-distant-at-all future. While it seems like promising aeroplane reading, it may be too heavy to lug around.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-28232284878955552912008-06-26T04:21:00.003+02:002008-06-26T04:28:43.544+02:00From the wee hoursI got up half asleep in the middle of the night and wrote down my dream and when I read it the next morning this is what I saw:<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />swimming pool<br />sheep display<br />"drowning" kid<br />carlos from canada<br />french cleaning lady <br />films inside an orange<br />swimwear @ The corner shop<br />skinny hotdogs<br />meeting U2<br />off to a party<br />my brother<br />Josh Burns<br />moos/ mobs/ moon </span>(I can't tell what the last word is)<br /><br /><br />Hmmm. I invite you to join the dots.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153707307050844841.post-1017345014979044762008-06-13T05:38:00.000+02:002008-06-13T05:39:28.586+02:00Mmmmm...That was tasty.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2