"Let us bring to daylight the impulses of midnight contemplation."
Images from trip to NYC and the Picasso Exhibit at MOMA.
Photos from Fine Arts New York City Trip (Complete Albums)
Complete Albums of the Individual Locations:
it's from that earth she leans and sways. sleep is arbitrary. she smells like sweat
and boy and girl and denied it all for so long. the ringing in her ears is a pantheon of sound to her but crickets to another.
she blinks from
the sun rises at five.
Last night (3/14/11) Lucubrations held its first Open Mic since our inception. The turnout exceeded expectations and there were acts ranging from passionate songs, angry poetry, and hilarious comedy (as opposed to unfunny comedy).
The event was held in the Comiskey Center Black Box Theater, giving the perfect atmosphere for an Open Mic. The atmosphere was made better by creative seating placement and stage design by the talented Justine Johnson who arrived very early to setup. Lucubrations would like to thank the Fine Arts Department and Professor Asbury for their permission to use the space.
Professor Banach made delicious pulled pork for sandwiches and his famous homemade bread which met with great approval from all.
We hope to plan more Open Mics and events in the future thanks to all the postive feedback.
I love Organic Chemistry.
"Whither Quantum Computing"
by Dr. Barry Sanders
iCore Chair of Quantum Information Science at the University of Calgary
Presented at the Math Physics Seminar at Saint Anselm College, February 22, 2011.
The Slide Show that went with the lecture can be found here.
(Click with the mouse to advance the slides.)
Catch Me If You Can
My life began in 469 BC,
in the ancient land of Athens,
which gave birth to Western philosophy.
Conversing by the Coliseum is where I’d reside;
pondering life’s questions consumed most of my time.
I didn’t do this for money,
no my lessons were free;
I had little concern for material possessions nor the practice of sophistry.
The clever man can dazzle and appear to be what is not,
though through the teachings of rhetoric,
truth is never taught.
Honest philosophy is uncomfortable;
it can judge us or force us to judge ourselves.
“What does it profit a man to have a keen understanding, but not live well?”
Sophia is my child whom I cherish, nurture, and love;
a virtue of the highest universal form,from the world of being, above.
I followed her beauty, though fellow citizens couldn’t understand;
claiming I was corrupting the youth,
they banned me from their land.
A purpose placed upon me by the mortal man,
to the guiding voice from within.
Rather than wandering, I acted out of honor,
making my telos to be remembered as philosophy's martyr.
Little did they know, their punishment,
in truth, was my reward.
Ignorance of small minds restricts the soul from moving toward,
the only idea worth aligning with one’s focus;
the flaming fire, which awoke us
and broke us out of the cave,
freeing our being.
We’re no longer appearances’ slave.
So I've been kicking around doing a multi part poem/story thing that I publish once a week. Actually, I haven't really been kicking around the idea, it just came into my head 4 minutes ago after I wrote this poem.
As he sat there
In the crowded room
And felt reality crowd in
Thicker than ever
He saw a parting of the mists.
That Exit sign over the door beckoned to him
This was his chance
To break out of the dream.