In which the interconnection of neurons is questioned…
Tuesday, March 24th, 2009Why does Ben Fold’s “Kylie From Connecticut” remind me of a heaping bowl of staple sauce?
Why does Ben Fold’s “Kylie From Connecticut” remind me of a heaping bowl of staple sauce?
For some reason this looks like some bizarre chimera of the Eye of Sauron and a Shinto torii gate…
The nesia, from the Greek nesos (νῆσος), meaning island, is a unit of measure for the number of ridiculously large stone coins in a certain area. Historically, the unit was defined in relation to micronesia, which is 10^-6 nesia. One nesia is equivalent to 6.8 * 10^9 ridiculously large stone coins scattered over an area of 3.114 * 10^9 square kilometers. The symbol for nesia is n (never capital N).
SI prefixes are often employed to denote decimal multiples and submultiples of the nesia, as follows:
Along with the SI prefixes, there are a number of non-SI units expressed in nesias:
See also:
This weekend I started, in earnest, the effort to tidy up my room in preparation for a visit by the illustrious Catalina. My labors have borne some fruit, as one no longer needs to perform complex acrobatics in order to traverse the floor. And in this process I came face-to-face with a truism of putting one’s effects in order: that, invariably, one will run across something of interest, forgotten in the intervening days since its initial placement. One such item that I found today is a receipt from Paradise Bakery & Cafe, which, by the way, has the most delicious cookies. Like, orgasmically good. What strikes me most is that I purchased two cookies for $1.35, which seems like a steal in this day and age. I just wish they had locations in the Old Line State, although it does give me further incentive to visit Indy.
I got accepted into Georgia Tech! Now, if I play my cards right, I will have to change the name of this blog to “Georgia Pok Guy.” You can expect to read about my trials and tribulations as I whine about classes and tests and all the other bullshit I was freed from by working (of course, working has it’s own unique breed of bullshit, which can be a lot more frustrating). Still, I am really excited by the prospect of studying again, and not feeling like my brain is atrophying…