Wednesday, May 30, 2007




/* Be forewarned the following was writen with an idle hour on a dreary day, and may contain traces of logical thought, and waffle*/



What Do I want to be?


The magnitude of this statement is enormous, Firstly I am asserting that A) there is a being either existentially or conceptually that is in existence. B) that said being has the ability to long or want, C) that the individual in question, Aidan as mentioned in the profile view of this blog has the ability to make a decision, either through free will, or an illusion of the afore mentioned free will as mentioned in the previous posts on determinism or existentialism.
In the statement there is an inherent assumption of time, that in the future I will be something, suggesting D) there is a construct of time E) that time is linear or at least progressing in a forward direction, F) that time will exist further than this point in time.



A) Back to first principles and doubt all that surrounds me, I may not be typing on a keyboard, staring a screen comprising of excited electrons, My senses may just be a fabrication by electrical impulses, or something more sinister. Can I doubt that I am doubting? No I cannot doubt my doubt. There for I must actually be. Now this claim, Is it merely conceptual, potentially I am a character in a novel (full of plot holes and spelling mistakes), or existential. I can accept a level of existence, but cannot prove it’s character. Is this problematic? From a Utilitarian standpoint, one can still function, can still be, the true nature is not important only the way we use it. Absolutism however drives me to know, It may be an existence but not an existence in the actual, as opposed to just the understanding.



B) With a level of understanding, Aidan as mentioned in the opening segment, is capable of what is arbitrary named feeling, the nature or origins of these feelings for purposes of this paper are irrelevant. Although they are potentially shaped biochemically, enhanced or moulded by previous experience (real, conceptual, imagined, or implanted.) Effecting the reception and response to said stimuli.



C) Free will has regularly been refuted through out history..
1) The church and fatalism, Gods great plan. Each individual has a calling a plan as one of God’s soldiers, to do good or ill as the master sees fit. IF the plan is set how can one have free will or a choice. Upon removing the great task the Second is the problem of Omniscience, if God knows all, he will know my future, outside of time he would see all, inside of time we merely have the illusion of choice. Major issues is assuming, one the God exists, see back issues on Teleology, cosmological argument, and ontological arguments.
2) Determinism, All things occur due to events preceding (a nice tie in with cosmological argument and why playing mouse trap makes you a god, part a potential of unifying theory?) This would say given a set starting condition one could predict the end with certainty. We could make a "decision" but the outcome is already known. The decision we make is already known, yes we make a choice, but that is not free will just an illusion of choice.
3) Existentialism that we are free and moral agents, able to make and are completely responsible for our actions. Could we tell with any certainty if the decisions we make are free or not. Answer is unfortunately no, but I direct your attention back to absolutism and utilitarianism. The term want can be justified within the question as there is as we can make a choice, free or not.



D) An increment must exist to measure the passing of events, real or imagined, programmed or perceived. The name time is arbitary.



E) Linear, Time as mentioned above, is perceived as linear. Events seem to have a chronological order, and a linear sequence of events. Are we programmed with gaps between the event? Our perception is not always the reality, in utilitarian terms Time is linear. My world Time is most likely trapezoidal in nature.



F) This one I cannot answer, it is not even a safe assumption. SO far so good on this second though.

To clarify, What, if time continues from this infinitesimally small moment in time, will Aidan either conceptually or existentially become, given free will or at least the illusion there of, if given the choice?



A long winded way to say i need a new job

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Thursday, May 24, 2007




Its Official Stace and I are 1.2 times greater than Drew Barrymore and Tom Green and a Staggering 1.7 times greater than Nicolas Cage and Lisa Marie Presley. Both of these stats pale into insignificance compared to be being a whopping 180 times greater than the coupling of Britney (oh look at me I'm a Diva Spears) and Jason (people think I was on Seinfield) Alexander. (I know its not george from Seinfeld but his picture was funnier)

Yes ladies, Gentlemen and Canadians of the Blogosphere Stace and I are celebrating our belly button lint anniversary today, a grand total of six glorious months as husband and wife.

With Stace and I, it was love at fifth bottle , a party a few glasses of red, a few risqué trivial pursuit questions, and a drunken pash. From such humble and potentially embarrassing beginnings our love flourished due to many hours of… cuddles, adventure, Monty Python, Red Dwarf, Terry Pratchett and of course many romantic misunderstandings.

We have been together through thick and thin since: travelling Europe, Singapore, learning, growing and loving… Not to mention she is correcting my spelling and punctuation as we speakJ

I guess what I am trying to say is thank you Stacy, I would be lost without you, your love your support the way you bandage me up when I fall (and never seem to learn), the way you hold me when life gets tough, the way you always seem to be able to cheer me up, the way you let me win at chess, thanks for letting me get married in work boots and thanks for an amazing 6 months I can't wait to see what our future holds.

Sunday, May 20, 2007


How to Fold a paper hat..

Take a sheet of newspaper with the fold facing away from you.

Fold the right corner on the diagonal into the centre.

Fold the left corner into the centre.

Fold the remaining inch up towards the point, turn the hat over and repeat, use tape to shape the hat and hold it together. Decorate with leaves, shredded news paper, anything.

Place the hat on your head, walk down the street with two great mates and your wife on the way to a children's concert (well 18+ gig by a 1980's childrens entertainer).

Last night Stace and I saw Peter Combe, for those of you not born in Australia, Peter Combe was a children's entertainer with such hits as Wash your face in orange juice, news paper momma, toffee apple, and Juicy Juicy green grass just to name a few.

Imagine if you will a crowded pup 800 people, all the same age brought together by 2 hours everyday of quality programming during the 1980's. WE are talking the greats, Captain Planet, Widget the World Watcher, the Trap Door (oh globitz), and somewhere in the middle a five minute snippet, a song by the "beatles of childrens entertainment" Peter Combe. 5 minutes with lyrical genius such as …

The Tadpole song…

"What is happening to me
Whatever can it be
I'm not very happy and that's because
I liked the way I was

Now listen - it's really rather nice to be a frog
And live at the bottom of a bog
So don't be concerned or worry about a thing
Come on and sing-sing-sing"

and Juicy Juicy Green Grass (a Sheeps Lament)

Oh juicy juicy green grass (juicy juicy green grass)
Where have you go-one (where have you go-one)
Will you come ba-ack (will you come ba-ack)
Oh juicy juicy green grass (juicy juicy green grass)

Summer's been so dry-y (summer's been so dry-y)
Turned you into brow-own (turned you into brow-own)
Oh will you come ba-ack (will you come ba-ack)
Oh juicy juicy green grass (Juicy juicy green grass)

800 hundred people, half in paper hats singing loudly, dancing, even an attempt at moshing, remembering all the beautiful moments of our youth, how much promise and excitement the world held. In short Australians grew up with Peter Combe, the crowd last night cheered and screamed, 3 encores and a sell out for the pub.

I don’t think I have ever had so much fun at a concert before, laughing and being a kid. Just an amazing night of beer, women and song.

Isn't that what it is really all about?

Peter Combe Music (well snippets)

Tuesday, May 15, 2007


Bully, Noun: a blustering, quarrelsome, overbearing person who habitually badgers and intimidates smaller or weaker people.

The Australian government is currently creating new legislation to increase the power of schools to discipline those responsible for bullying.

"Parents are entitled to expect their child is safe at school and that teachers and principals have the authority to ensure a strong learning environment. We want to provide teachers and principals with the necessary support for their essential work."

Mr Howard had said in a recent interview on Australian Radio.

Shouldn't all children regardless of race and Creed feel safe, loved and cared for.. Not just in schools. Children the world over, should be free from violence and fear of persecution. Why stop at children, should not everyone walking the face of the earth be free, from bullies, people who pray upon smaller and weaker people, to make themselves look stronger and tougher…

Imagine if you will, a family, there homes and lively hoods destroyed by war, facing persecution because they do not have the same ideals of those running the show. That family and their friends and extended family, sacrifice everything to raise the funds for "safe" passage to a country that can offer them hope, a new start, a chance for their children to have an education, their own home, simple dreams, things we take for granted. So they raise the funds, they are crammed onto a "boat," often unhygienic, barely sea worthy, barely room to move as others are crammed in together to make the journey as profitable as possible for the people smugglers.

They are intercepted by Australian coastal patrols, terrified not speaking the language as the ship is boarded, men with guns, yelling and screaming. These people risk it all, all there possessions, their homes and their home country on the dream of Australia, a land with "boundless plains to share" , they are greeted by the armed forces, transferred to offshore facilities such as Nauru, or Papua New Guinea, Women and children included, the defenceless. The people of Australia applaud our "man of steel" for his tough stance on Queue jumpers, stopping all these evil asylum seekers from making off with our jobs, benefits and women.

John Howard played the race card during the last election, claiming refugees were throwing their children into the sea, for sympathy to make the Australian people feel hatred and loathing of the evil foreigners and there unAustralian values, it was all a lie, but he had deniability, incorrect information from advisers. The public bought t and applauded the tough stance the government took, kicking those that couldn’t defend themselves, beating up and easy target.

Bully, Noun: a blustering, quarrelsome, overbearing person who habitually badgers and intimidates smaller or weaker people.

Who could possibly be better to advise on the topic of bullying.

Usefull links

Debunking the Myths about Asylum Seekers

Facts and Myths

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Governments and the cow


SOCIALISM
You have 2 cows.
You give one to your neighbour.

COMMUNISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and gives you some milk.

FASCISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and sells you some milk.

NAZISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and shoots you.

BUREAUCRATISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away...

TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.

SURREALISM
You have two giraffes.
The government requires you to take harmonica lessons

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead.

ENRON VENTURE CAPITALISM
You have two cows.
You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release. The public then buys your bull.

THE ANDERSEN MODEL
You have two cows.
You shred them.

A FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.

A JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create a clever cow cartoon image called 'Cowkimon' and market it worldwide.

A GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.

AN ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows, but you don't know where they are.
You decide to have lunch.


A SWISS CORPORATION
You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you.
You charge the owners for storing them.

A CHINESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity. You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.

AN INDIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You worship them.

A BRITISH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Both are mad.

AN IRAQI CORPORATION
Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
You tell them that you have none.
No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your country. You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy....

A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION
You have two cows.
The one on the left looks very attractive.

AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Business seems pretty good.
You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.


Thanks to Lletna for emailing this to me:)

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Separated At Birth

Mr Sheen









Australian Prime Minister John Howard





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Saturday, May 12, 2007


Tonight, after 3 months of waiting it is finally here. Nine inch Nails are playing at the Metro in Melbourne tonight, I await the screams of the crowd, the sweat and smells of other fans, the in-depth discussion on the new album and direction.

I await a sea of black, black nails, black lips, black shirts and corsets, black shoes and Multi coloured hair. I await The moment of freedom were nothing matters but the screams of the crowd, the music having its way with me, pulling me toward it lost in rhythm and emotion.

"Hey God
why are you doing this to me?

am i not living up to what i'm supposed to be?
why am i seething with this animosity?
hey God
i think you owe me a great big apology."

Terrible Lie- Pretty Hate Machine- Nine Inch Nails-

Nine inch nails formed in 1988, when Michael "Trent" Reznor was working as a programmer and Janitor for a small recording studio, Right Track Studios in Cleveland. After much pleading Reznor was giving a few hours to record a demo and the Nails were born… From such humble beginnings Nine Inch nails produced 6 Studio albums, From the Angry Purest feeling, to the emotional roller coaster that is the Fragile and onto almost political commentary within the latest album Year Zero. On top of the studio albums, three remix albums, and the live Album, All that Could Have Been.

" I beat my machine it's a part of me it's inside of me
I'm stuck in this dream it's changing me I am becoming
the me that you know had some second thoughts
he's covered with scabs and he is broken and sore
the me that you know doesn't come around much
that part of me isn't here anymore"

The Becoming- The Downward Spiral- Nine Inch Nails

My connection… Believe it or not I have not always been the happy go lucky being the sits before you today. I was confused angry and scared, Nothing seemed to fit, I was being shown God on one hand, and science on the other.

Brought up in a strongly religious household, God was the answer to all problems, I couldn’t shake it, I was drawn to science I could see the proof, the evidence, I could see random patterns no design no god, Nothing could be reconciled, everything around me worked but nothing seemed to fit. Then I heard the music that helped me make sense of it all, I found solace in sounds disjointed but connected, songs that fed into each other, but seemed unrelated. The anger the pain fuel me on through high school, an escape from the bullies, from a world that didn’t accept my thoughts, my opinions, the fact I thought AFL was homo erotic display, or that chess was a sport. It was my escape and my saviour. Music never made you feel guilty for thinking a particular, it gave you freedom.

" Well I use to stand for something
But forgot what that could be
Theres a lot of me inside you
Maybe your afraid to see

Well I use to stand for something
Well I'm on my hands and knees
Turning in the god of this war
And he signs his name with a capital G"

Capital G- Year Zero- Nine Inch Nails

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Sunday, May 06, 2007



Sorry about the infrequency of posts, but we had a fight.

It's all my fault I was looking at another, we had been going so well since the start of our relationship, but now I am paying for it. Yes I know all guys do it, it's instinct, you see something you like and the head turns. The hunter gatherer function kicks in, the head snaps to the location of what you want (even if it is only fleeting). Surely this kind of violence is not warranted over such a small indiscretion. These near mortal wounds inflicted in front of other people too just to add insult to injury… I swear it’s the last time I will look at a passing bike now matter how good the gear set is.

Yes my new bike and I had an Altercation, surely you think it would understand that only truly want to spend time with it, but it seems to get jealous, when I look at other bikes, well mostly their components, and don’t even get me started on the anger created when I get caught flicking through the pages of a cycling magazine, " I swear I only buy for the articles". Cletus never believes me.

Cletus such a lovely name for a bike, they were some of the first words we said to each other. I remember when I was in the shop, the attraction was instantaneous, sitting there, the Tiagra gear set reflecting the light, all alone in a sea of indistinct pedals and wheels. Then when we touched we knew it was something special. The power on the thrusts, the feeling of exhilaration, the little oily deposits on my shins, it all felt so god… But I may have ruined it all.

It wasn’t even my first stupid thing I had done in the relationship, the first was making comparisons to the ex, you know how much smoother the gear change was, how much more padding she had around the seat. That both of you let me wear lycra when we're together, all of which should have really been ringing alarm bells, but being the self guy that I am I refused to listen to the voice and I paid the penalty.

Riding out, our first time, I was so nervous I thought I'd end up doing it all wrong, or the ride wouldn’t be enjoyable for both of us. Questions going through my head like how many riders had it had before? But we both got over the nerves and began to enjoy it.. Then I looked, I saw another bike from behind, and wow… 105's thinking about it makes me drool. Cletus however saw this, and next stop, just as I went to unclip, I couldn’t get my foot out, I panicked, I ripped up, and up, but the foot refused to come out, I began to tilt, more and more, and then with an almighty crash down like a tree falling in the woods, down I came, 2metres onto my hip, on the asphalt, shielding my face my elbow took the rest of the blow, taking with it a fair patch of skin.

I learnt two valuable lessons that day, one never ogle other bikes, (at least in the presence of your own).

Secondly, move your foot to the right to unhook a cleat, not up, if not you look like a complete Bourke. This only gives you the option of writing a bizarre post on your blog about bicycles to try and face some face.

Since our tiff we have made up, we ride every day, and wow can it move… Hopefully in a couple of weeks dad and I can hit the road again.

Thanks for all the good wishes for my father, he is definitely on the mend. Not to mention driving mum nuts:)

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Friday, May 04, 2007




Good evening to all, firstly an apology to all the blogs I haven't visited or visited often this week… It has been crazy, work is bedlam, so no chance to blog there, dad went into hospital on Monday (he is fine more to follow), visiting dad, driving dad, Picking Stace's stuff up from work (4 hours in traffic up and back), I haven't even had a chance for a ride (more to follow), as well as day to day house work etc… well you get the idea.…


The Boeing 777- 200

Length 63.7 m

Wingspan 60.9 m

Height 18.5 m

Seating capacity 300 people

Weight 139,225 Kg

Mass of titanium in construction 58 tonnes



My Father Barry (prototype)

Length 30 cm

Wing span 2m

Height 175 cm

Seating capacity 3 (1 on shoulders, one under each arm)

Weight 75 kg

Mass of titanium in construction 40 g

Titanium, discovered originally as a combination of two metal oxides, in the Cornwal in the UK In the year of 1791.. then again, still as an oxide in Germany in the year 1795 by Martin Heinrich Klaproth naming it for the Titans of Greek mythology.

It was not until an American, by the name of Matthew A Hhunter came along in the year 1910 that we first encountered pure (99.9%) titanium using what is commonly called te hunter process. The young American mixed chlorine and coke (coal, mostly carbon) heated it in excess of 700 degrees to create Titanium Tetrachloride.

TiO2(s) + 2Cl2 (g) + C (s) → TiCl4(l) + CO2 (g) (thanks to Wikipedia)

The Titanium Tetrachloride is then reduced in the prescence of sodium (electron donor) to produce

TiCl4(l) + 4Na(l) → 4NaCl(l) + Ti(s)

This is an outdated process but gives a good idea of purification and redox chemistry.

Current chemistry for those still awake

2TiFeO3 + 7Cl2 + 6C (900 °C) → 2TiCl4 + 2FeCl3 + 6CO

TiCl4 + 2Mg (1100 °C) → 2MgCl2 + Ti

The military and transport usages of Titanium were not to come until the cold war, in which soviets first utilised the amazing strength to weight ratio of titanium within their submarine designs.

From there we moved on and found ways of using titanium while not killing one another, particularly Aircraft, space ships, armour plating.. "In fact the titanium 6AL-4V alloy accounts for almost 50% of all alloys used in aircraft applications."

(Borrowed from Wikipedia.)

Due to the high resistance to corrosion titanium also has medical applications, particularly the joint in my father's big toe. Yes the joint has been replaced, dad is looking to make a full recovery and will be back on the bike within 5 weeks (I offered to fit cleats to the surgical boot, it is still being considered) , and we owe it all to that wonderful metal, titanium.

****applauds**** Thanks Titanium

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