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You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.
- Albert Einstein

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paradigmshifty
Aug. 7th, 2007 02:49 am (UTC)
And this is why old-time crystal radio was referred to as "twiddling the cat's whisker"
iosef
Aug. 7th, 2007 04:32 am (UTC)
So there is a cat stuck in the intertubes....
rantinan
Aug. 7th, 2007 05:47 am (UTC)
www.twolumps.net
Yes.
towkarn
Aug. 7th, 2007 07:38 am (UTC)
*giggles insanely* I knew that man was on some sort of hallucinogenic! Then again, I keep naming pokemon fancy posh names like "Alistair", "Pierre", "Percival", "Reginald V" and "Cedric III", so it might possibly be me who's really the one on crack...
halloranelder
Aug. 7th, 2007 11:56 am (UTC)
Let me see...

Albert Einstein discovered the Theory of Relativity, amongst other things, and you...

...are a lovely man. Look, over there! A distraction!
towkarn
Aug. 7th, 2007 01:09 pm (UTC)
OHMIGOD, SHINY!? *distracted*
halloranelder
Aug. 7th, 2007 02:22 pm (UTC)
Cool, while he's distracted...

*molest*
*molest*
*molest*
towkarn
Aug. 9th, 2007 01:04 pm (UTC)
*purrs happily*
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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