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Published: November 29th 2006
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“I now thirty-seven in perfect health begin. Hoping to cease not ‘till death.” According to Uncle Walt I have seven years before I even get started. I had a tomato basil sandwich for dinner, I need to buy a new pillow, I need to finish watching the Royal Tennenbaums and I think the Chiefs are going to win the Super Bowl. A weird candy they have here, called Bom Bom Bums, like blowpops, but coughdrop flavored. Pretty gross. The psuedo Skittles, Sparkies are good though.
In the wake of a Thanksgiving where I skipped dinner had no traditional food at all, I’ll write a little ‘things I’m thankful for’ list.
My hairline. About to turn 24 for the 7th time, unmarried, it’s still going strong. Who knows how long it’ll last, but it’s been a good run.
Downloadable music. Keeping me from going mad here by myself.
An amazing week for midwestern sports, Missouri State, Wichita State, KU, the Chiefs, things are looking up.
Fresh juice, it’s like 80 cents for a 36 ounce freshly blended juice here, and delicious to the point of smacking one’s own momma.
I imagine my internet here in the building kind of like ghostbusters, some
Last week's waves
They may not look like much, but when the city never gets them, they basically dump right into the street. guy on the roof with a plasma gun shooting into the sky, trying to hold on as long as he can. Unlike Bill Murray and the boys, he fails a lot though. I don’t smoke, but feel like I should start, if only because I’ll feel super thrifty (about $1.30 a pack here). I think I’ve locked down my Christmas plans. I’m headed to Bogota to spend some time with Piero and the Eugsters, then going to drive back here with him as he was coming to visit anyways. It’ll be coldish, overcast, and a real city, which is as close a proximation to real Christmas weather as I can muster here. Plus he has a great family and the coziest house ever. We’ve had some crazy waves here lately, where it is normally extremely placid. The beach which isn’t designed for such a thing looks like a tsunami hit. They’ve got huge crews shoveling all the sand from the street back onto the beach and collecting the stunning amount of trash. If you were wondering if they call a Phillips head screwdriver a Felipe head here, they don’t, they call it a star screwdriver, which probably makes a little
more sense as much as my extreme ethnocentrism hates to admit it. I was in a crazy traffic jam the other day, where there was only one lane open, and the people on one side had blocked it trying to get to the front of the line, meaning no one got to go, lasted like two hours until the army showed up and forced these true capitalists to adhere to a more efficient albeit less self serving policy of following the traffic laws. I’ve attached to the bottom of this some info regarding the “prisoner’s dilemma” or a laymans version of John Nash’s mathmatical theory (A Beautiful Mind) that demonstrates how acting in one’s best interest has it’s problems. Flies in the face of Adam Smith I know. Had a student’s family get held up in their house in the middle of the day last week. That’s why everyone here lives in entry-contolled apartments, if you can’t afford the security to guard your property, it’s not that safe. Really like anywhere if you’re extremely wealthy living amidst abject poverty I suppose. The dog they drugged still hasn’t woken up, not a good sign. What’s the old saying, you can take the boy out of the south, but you can’t take the bigot out of the boy? Yeah, ran into that this week. Have you seen the movie “Bee Season?” It’s pretty good, but it’s not especially good when it’s really bee season and you have an allergy and your ear swells up and they constantly hover outside one’s classroom looking for my sweet gringo nectar. There’s been a few fights under the mango tree at recess lately, so if someone here asks you to meet them “under the mango tree,” it’s not a tropical fruit explosion of a picnic, they’re going to beat you up. The kids are writing letters to “Baby Jesus” for Christmas which I find hilarious if only because of the scene in Talladaga Nights.
Ricky Bobby: Dear tiny infant Jesus...
Carley Bobby: Hey, um... you know sweetie, Jesus did grow up. You don't always have to call him baby. It's a bit odd and off puttin' to pray to a baby.
Ricky Bobby: Well look, I like the Christmas Jesus best, and I'm sayin grace. When you say grace, you can say it to grown up Jesus, or teenage Jesus, or bearded Jesus, or whatever you want.
Random Song: El Mamut by Unos Panas, about an undersized mammoth that gets into drugs. He ends up contracting AIDs but dies of an overdose long before that affects him.
Random Fact: Bogotá has the highest quality as well as the most expensive potable water in Latin America
Random Book: The Hardy Boys, DeathGame. I wasn’t sure how two young detectives were going to overcome some wargames that were ALL TOO REAL with a group of trained mercenaries. Surprisingly, they do.
Random thing I did this week: Punched a baby.
~TBiggs
“You see, eventually, your music will help put an end to war and poverty. It will align the planets, and bring them into universal harmony.”
~ Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure
"You raved and you bitched when you came home about the stupidity of audiences. The goddam 'unskilled laughter' coming from the fifth row. And that's right, that's right— God knows it's depressing. I'm not saying it isn't. But that's none of your business, really. That's none of your business, Franny. An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's." ~ Jerome David Salinger
“If you think a weakness can be turned into a strength, I hate to tell you this, but that's another weakness.” ~Jack Handy
The classical prisoner's dilemma (PD) is as follows:
Two suspects, A and B, are arrested by the police. The police have insufficient evidence for a conviction, and, having separated both prisoners, visit each of them to offer the same deal: if one testifies for the prosecution against the other and the other remains silent, the betrayer goes free and the silent accomplice receives the full 10-year sentence. If both stay silent, the police can sentence both prisoners to only six months in jail for a minor charge. If each betrays the other, each will receive a two-year sentence. Each prisoner must make the choice of whether to betray the other or to remain silent. However, neither prisoner knows for sure what choice the other prisoner will make. So the question this dilemma poses is: What will happen? How will the prisoners act?
The dilemma can be summarised thus:
Prisoner B Betrays Prisoner A Stays Silent = Prisoner B goes free, Prisoner A serves 10 years.
Prisoner B Betrays Prisoner A Betrays = Both serve 2 years.
Prisoner B Stays Silent Prisoner A Betrays = Prisoner B goes to jail for 10 years, A goes free.
Prisoner B Stays Silent Prisoner A Stays Silent = Both serve 6 months.
The dilemma arises when one assumes that both prisoners only care about minimising their own jail terms. Each prisoner has two options: to cooperate with his accomplice and stay quiet, or to defect from their implied pact and betray his accomplice in return for a lighter sentence. The outcome of each choice depends on the choice of the accomplice, but the player must choose without knowing what their accomplice has chosen to do.
Let's assume the protagonist prisoner is working out his best move. If his partner stays quiet, his best move is to betray as he then walks free instead of receiving the minor sentence. If his partner betrays, his best move is still to betray, as by doing it he receives a relatively lesser sentence than staying silent. At the same time, the other prisoner's thinking would also have arrived at the same conclusion and would therefore also betray.
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shane
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ive seen your hair line and trust me its running from your forehead kinda like mine. and also youre almost thirty! Scott said youre an old bastard! Heres to oversized heads, lisps and having three balls! oh scott and I are kinda drunk. gaybo!