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Armenian stuff

In Random on August 26, 2012 at 4:55 pm

Notes of a Spurkahye Finally Come Home

A brand new study published in the latest edition of Science journal reveals the origins of the Indo-European language family located in ancient Armenian Highlands. The so called Anatolian urheimat theory first proposed in the late 1980s by Prof Colin Renfrew (now Lord Renfrew) received gradual acceptance, but remained controversial until a new method of studying language displacement was introduced by Dr. Quentin Atkinson of the University of Auckland in New Zealand. Using new scientific methods derived from evolutionary biology Dr. Atkinson and his team announce to have solved the mystery of the origins of Indo-European family of languages. Dr Atkinson and his team built a database containing 207 cognate words present in 103 Indo‐European languages, which included 20 ancient tongues such as Latin and Greek. Using phylogenetic analysis, they were able to reconstruct the evolutionary relatedness of these modern and ancient languages – the more words that are cognate, the more similar the languages are and the…

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Urtaru now available on Kindle in India

In Random on August 22, 2012 at 12:42 pm

Wow this is pretty exciting.  I love this kind of news in the morning…

Free again on Kindle

In Random on August 18, 2012 at 2:19 pm

Good Stuff Cheap

In Kindle on August 15, 2012 at 12:25 am

Yes you can download my book on Amazon Kindle for free on the following days this month:




Amazon Prime Members can borrow the book for free always.   If you don’t know how, check your local library for access

I’ll send an update when I notice the giveaway is active each week.

Writing and Reading…

In College, Music, Random, Religion, Science Fiction on August 11, 2012 at 12:52 am

Lately, I’ve had trouble concentrating on my writing.  I’ve gotten a couple of blog posts out, a few pages in my  never-ending attempt to write book 2 in the Urtaru trilogy, some simming as Captain of my starship (the USS Washington B), and lots of research papers for my classes at Bentley.  I was particularly proud of my paper analyzing the intelligence in the Livescribe Pen and how it acts as an extension of cognitive functions humans use.

The dilemma I’m having is that I have a lot of things I want to say and share, but time to concentrate on any one of them is very limited.  Even writing this blog post is taking me away from other writing I could be doing.  Sigh.

In the particular case of school research papers, I’m still confused by the rules of publication.  If there’s an expert out there that can explain to me what the ramifications of this: if I write a paper for a class, can I self publish it here on my blog or will that run me afoul of school rules somehow (for example, if I share a research paper I’ve written, but someone copies it because I made it publicly available, am I out-of-bounds with the academic rules of the school)  So I avoid the whole thing because it’d just make things difficult while I’m still in school.

A while ago, I read Stephen King’s “On Writing” and he spends a good amount of time on the minutia of the writing process.  Have that special place with a door.  He listens to Rock Music loud while writing to block out other things.  He writes every day in the same spot, at the same time, output the same number of words.   Ultimately the dilemma for me is carving out that time for each of the media in which I write.  I think I have to pick one and just do it consistently for a while.

The other thing that takes time is reading.  I need to read more and more deeply.  I’m in the middle of several works and publications right now.  Here’s a sampling:

  • Every day I read the WSJ website,
  • I have a subscription to Reuters news for my Kindle DX that I probably get to 3-4 days a week
  • I’m in the middle of Simon Sinek’s book “Start With Why
  • My sister lent me a book that I’m reading to see if there’s any good material for Sunday School.  Scott Hahn’s “A Father Who Keeps His Promises
  • I’m in the middle of a book that I’ve been trying to get through for a while “The Algebraist” which I can’t get on the Kindle which is a problem since I’ve forsook paper books a while ago.
  • I read the sample of Walter Isaacsons “Einstein” and want to start it (and you can see where this is in the list right now
  • Finally I keep looking at this copy of Umberto Eco’s “Baudolino” that is on my nightstand that I bought several years ago and has yet to have its cover cracked.

There’s just too much stuff to do.  I won’t mention my new guitar, as that has been a massive distraction for the last 2 days.  But a pleasant one nonetheless.  Three weeks till school starts again…5 research papers 20% each and no other grade component.


In Random on August 5, 2012 at 2:01 am

So I spent the afternoon at IKEA today. This is not my first time, but every time seems like the second time. Oddly familiar layout but none of the same things in the same place.

We actually got there about 1 and left about 7. We didn’t spend that much, and bought nothing bigger than a breadbox. However, given the distance, going to IKEA is sort of like going to a Canobie Lake or SixFlags for adults. You get to ride escalators and seemingly easy navigation turns into a long roundabout.

The one of the few places they are dissimilar is that you don’t get drenched at IKEA.

Anyway, given that I was willing to drive from Arlington to Stoughton to carry out the ill-defined mission we were on, we went. Honestly most of the furniture is the same stuff that you can get at Target, but there’s 27 times the variation.

One way for a guy to survive a trip to IKEA is to remember that you have to gird yourself to suppress your innate hunter. You don’t go into Ikea looking for a thing. You can’t be silently tracking a single moving prey, your protein for the month, moving stealthily around obstacles. And since a lot of it has weird names, (Flosk, Dasnek, Fichlum, Bjorken…I made those up, but that is what it looks like) you feel like your inner hunter has suddenly been scooped up from your familiar forest into a cold desolate tundra. The stuff is just sitting there looking back at you. Furniture, Kitchens, weird chairs that bounce, tables that fold up like inverse transformers, lamp shades hanging off the ceiling, odd shaped cooking utensils.

Joyfully there is a cafeteria and we ate immediately today. However, it’s weird cafeteria food. Salads with smoked fish slices that look like cold cuts, strangely unsweet apple pie, meatballs served with gravy and runny jam on the side, square fish that is baked and served with yellow carrots and hash browns tainted with cheese and broccoli. Today they served ribs dripping with the barbecue sauce it was swimming in, fries and cornbread. I was afraid about what swedish french fries would be. My fear was that they’d be named Frensk Greasca or something and I’d end up singing Waterloo after eating them. I chose the weird hash browns and cornbread as my sides.

Then we walked around for 4 hours, seemingly in circles over and over. And when no more furniture setups were presented we went downstairs and walked around where the plates, knives, curtain kits, lamps, oddly shaped bathroom sinks were displayed.  Then suddenly we enter a warehouse. As we walk past the aisles of dissembled furniture, I wonder how they stay in business. How can there be such a demand for a leather Poang? Who would buy a plexiglass chair for their kitchen?

One of the most tiring things at IKEA is the weird carriages with none of the wheels locked. These things handle like bumper cars at that aforementioned carnival. You spend all your time trying to make sure you can move directly at your target. Then you watch an elderly fellow trying to just walk down an aisle and as he pushes forward, the carriages drifts to the right and takes him along with it until he bounces off a display.  He then begins to drift left,  his body still facing the direction he wants to go, but the carriage is seemingly dragging him in a tangential way. It’s as if some huge magnet was pulling him southeast.

Then we were at the register. yay! done! pay quick! Wait, when we got through paying, it was 5:30 and dinner time. Should we leave? No let’s go upstairs again. This time I had the fish and 2 of the hash browncollicheeses.

Finally about 7:00 after diving back in to look at the plants again, we leave. 6 hours. I’m exhausted. It was at this time I thought that my carnival analogy was not exact. This was the swedish Spags.

Watched the second half of Gettysburg

In Random on August 3, 2012 at 1:43 am

Watched the second half of Gettysburg, now watching the Olympics. Computer battery about to die :-0