I recently went to a wedding in Franklin, TN. It was great. I have not been to my birthland since I was 11 or 12. In the Fall, Tennessee is one of the top three most beautiful states in the Country. But aside from that, it was interesting and reminding to be surrounded again by the concept of secession, a still ambient view south of The Line. There is a very strong fear of mine that with the growing popularity and acceptance of liberal ideals, amendments would be made to The Constitution to define controversial ideals as fundamental inalienable rights which would force States to follow them by taking away the individual rights of a State. This would be the most horrific definition, and resulting consequence, of allowing a big government. If this were to happen, I believe States have the right for secession. And if those States are the Southern States, count me in. If Tennessee were to secede I would request immediately for duel citizenship, justified by birth-right, having been born in Knoxville, TN.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Even God wants a flat tax. It's in the Bible.
When I was a child going to Sunday School, all I really knew about God was that He is an omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient entity. Then I majored in physics and realized He was one hell of a mathematician! Two days ago I realized he was also one hell of an economist. For thousands of years His followers have been tithing. To tithe is to give a tenth of one's possessions back to God (or to the people in need). So God says a flat tax of one tenth is acceptable. The wealth of the tither is never mentioned; it is never said the wealthier must give more than a tenth. When it comes to giving an actual quantity or monetary amount, one tenth is all He asks for. I realized in the modern era, a tenth will probably not be enough to cover what a country needs, but the idea of a flat tax is still economically sound - God says so!
Leviticus 27:30; Deuteronomy 26:12. These are just a few examples, there are many more spread throughout the Bible - New and Old Testament.
Leviticus 27:30; Deuteronomy 26:12. These are just a few examples, there are many more spread throughout the Bible - New and Old Testament.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Substituting a Toilet for a Garbage Disposal.
On of my favorite physics professors at Illinois State University told his lecture one day, "When a Physicist tries to be clever, it usually means someone is going to get hurt." Well that statement holds true if and only if genius, ingenuity, and good old All-American creativity fail, all at the same time - a very rare event! Venn Diagram that shit if you don't believe me. Well, what happened to me was a very rare event, except this time a physicist's toilet was the victim, and not a human.
My apartment does not have a garbage disposal and I was getting very tired of throwing all my left-overs from cooking into the garbage can. It was such a waste of space and plastic garbage bags. Garbage disposals are very Earth friendly. One day I thought I would just start flushing my left overs down the toilet. This thought popped into my head after a soup I had made was too old to eat. I had previously learned not to thick soups down the sink drain because that is just a hour long problem to fix. I thought back to my college days and compared the thickness and chunkiness of the soup to the vomit I would see, on a nightly basis, in at least one of the urinals at The Grotto in Rolla, MO. So I just poured the soup down the toilet, like it was just a lot of vomit, and it worked perfectly.
Time had passed, without problems with my toilet, and I was happy. I assumed to be a proper substitute for a garbage disposal, the food needed to be chopped into fairly small pieces. I made sure I prepared my food in "toilet flushing" sized pieces, just in case I needed to pour them down the toilet.
One day I had skinned some potatoes and left the skins in a bowl. Potatoes have a lot of starch. I left them in a pile, in the bowl, where they glued themselves together after a day. When I saw this, I knew I should pull them apart before I flushed them, but I just did not feel like it. That would turn into a 6 hour mistake. Everything flushed, but it appeared the mass of potato got stuck at the floor level, right before it entered into the sewer pipe. Hours of plunging and pouring buckets of water into the toilet bowl lead to no solution. I looked to youtube.com for guidance. I learned too much plunging could damage the seal between the sewer pipe and the toilet. My only solution was go get a toilet auger. I looked again to youtube to teach me how to use a toilet auger. After some research on hardware store websites, I went out and purchased the toilet auger. Running that snake down the toilet drain fixed the problem immediately. When I pulled the snake out, there were small strips of potato skin floating around.
I have not flushed anymore food down the toilet since.
My apartment does not have a garbage disposal and I was getting very tired of throwing all my left-overs from cooking into the garbage can. It was such a waste of space and plastic garbage bags. Garbage disposals are very Earth friendly. One day I thought I would just start flushing my left overs down the toilet. This thought popped into my head after a soup I had made was too old to eat. I had previously learned not to thick soups down the sink drain because that is just a hour long problem to fix. I thought back to my college days and compared the thickness and chunkiness of the soup to the vomit I would see, on a nightly basis, in at least one of the urinals at The Grotto in Rolla, MO. So I just poured the soup down the toilet, like it was just a lot of vomit, and it worked perfectly.
Time had passed, without problems with my toilet, and I was happy. I assumed to be a proper substitute for a garbage disposal, the food needed to be chopped into fairly small pieces. I made sure I prepared my food in "toilet flushing" sized pieces, just in case I needed to pour them down the toilet.
One day I had skinned some potatoes and left the skins in a bowl. Potatoes have a lot of starch. I left them in a pile, in the bowl, where they glued themselves together after a day. When I saw this, I knew I should pull them apart before I flushed them, but I just did not feel like it. That would turn into a 6 hour mistake. Everything flushed, but it appeared the mass of potato got stuck at the floor level, right before it entered into the sewer pipe. Hours of plunging and pouring buckets of water into the toilet bowl lead to no solution. I looked to youtube.com for guidance. I learned too much plunging could damage the seal between the sewer pipe and the toilet. My only solution was go get a toilet auger. I looked again to youtube to teach me how to use a toilet auger. After some research on hardware store websites, I went out and purchased the toilet auger. Running that snake down the toilet drain fixed the problem immediately. When I pulled the snake out, there were small strips of potato skin floating around.
I have not flushed anymore food down the toilet since.
7 Dreams I had between 5am and 12pm on 4/30/07 and my analysis.
The first dream I was walking down the stairs of my parent’s house with a big box in my hand. Somehow I hit the ceiling with my head and my feet kept walking and right before I started falling I woke up.
In the second dream, I was walking by a boat dock with my friend Brian in Chicago, but it had a very mid 19th century feel with dirt streets and stone buildings. We walked into a residential area with a lot of people. It seemed to be about midnight. A guy on the side of the street called out to us and came over and said, "Hey, what year did World War I start?" Then he scooted behind us and between us. I thought it was suspicious so I put my hand in my back pocket where my wallet was and held it because I assumed he was a pick-pocket. Then I felt his hand grab my wallet and I turned around and punched him. We were falling to the ground and then I woke up.
The third dream I had started off at a beach. There was a man teaching people about the sand and the waves. I saw his name on a piece of paper and it was Obimna. The impression I got from him and the people listening to him was that he was very learned about the earth. He showed me a vision in my head about where I should explore. It was a place where waves of water eroded parallel lines in rock. I went and found that place in the snow and ice. I climbed up on the frozen rocks to touch the grooves but kept losing my grip because deep cracks were forming. I jumped from strip of ice to strip of ice while they were halving beneath me. I finally fell into the icy water below, trying to get a grip on a floating sheet of ice, but they were melting too fast in the water. The water was freezing but I only felt a slight coolness. I knew I was going to die, but I couldn’t feel when because I didn't feel any colder each passing moment. I finally got a grip on a small iceberg and climbed to the top. I took of my winter coat to keep the freezing water off my body. Then I saw a highway and waved at the cars hoping someone would see me.
There was a break, so I assume this was a forth dream. I woke up at my parent’s house. I got up and went to the bus stop. All the people on the bus were very young, probably 10, but they didn’t seem to notice how old I was. Then I was back at my old high school looking around and seeing how everything had changed, the hallways had all been moved. The furniture in the lounges looked like they were from an older era since I was there. I went around and talked to the students, but I don't recall understanding what they were saying. I walked up a staircase and an English teacher I had called out to me from a flight up. I walked up the stairs. The next memory I had was walking around outside of the school on a gray overcast day. I walked around the school until someone gave me a ride home. I ended up getting onto a school bus. Someone called out to me that number 27 was the one with my house in its route.
The fifth dream I had was about finding the man Obimna that I had met before. I took the subway with my friend Brian in Chicago. As we rode through town, all I saw was desert. Everything was orange and all the buildings were gone. We got off the El and sat down on a curb and sulked because our city was gone. Then we heard a man say behind us, "What are you two so sad about?" We told him everything had been destroyed. He told us to turn around. We saw that a new city had been built with different buildings. When I looked to my right, I saw a different building, a huge white castle becoming clearer as the mist around it started to wane. It was built with high towers with blue shingled roofs. The tower in the center was three times taller than the rest.
The sixth dream I had started on a beach. In my mind, I felt some years had passed. I walked up a path on the side of a cliff with vines growing on it and found a small one room wooded building. I went inside and found familiar faces from a previous dream. I couldn’t remember their names. From the two I talked to, one was named Ryan, which I thought his name was Brian. There was a girl named Rachel, but I thought her name was Michelle. I walked through a forest of old metal pipes and saw a black table. It was a class room. The walls were filled with cabinets with plant and animal specimens from the ocean. Then I saw the teacher, it was Obimna. He had grey hair but was completely bald on his crown and had a grey pointy goatee. He remembered me, and asked if I would join his class. I took a seat and started listening. He was talking about the presentations the students were to give that day. He asked what I had studied in school. He said he would have liked me to give a presentation on a small physics lesson. I thought about it for a while and decided on talking about when an electron losses energy, it decreases its orbital state and gives off a photon and that the amount the orbital energy the electron looses is proportional to the frequency of the photon. There was a break in the class and students left the room to get some air outside. I talked to the professor about how I had listened to him talk a while ago. Then I went outside and talked to the girl Rachel. She was upset about not finishing her presentation. We walked back into the classroom, and there was an argument between Rachel and Obimna. A few sentences later Obimna said, “Yes, I do not have a degree in anything.” As he said this I realized he was a fraud.
The seventh and final dream I had was sailing to an island in the Pacific Ocean. I was a German sailing with my father and two brothers. (I only have one brother and the father in the dream was not my real father. The brothers looked nothing like my real brother). The trip was a blur. 20 years had passed on the island and our father said we should make a boat and leave and find America and make a life for ourselves there. We made two boats, a thatched raft and a thin canoe. We chose to use the canoe. As we were rowing, it seemed as though I was watching a TV documentary about our lives. The narrator for the show said choosing the canoe and not the raft was a bad choice because we did not make it very well and it leaked. The constant wetness at the bottom of the canoe would cause our feet to rot off. We sailed on and saw two huge metal ships. Both said World War I on them. There was a battleship with a US flag on the side. It had two huge guns in the front with separate turrets and one in the back. I climbed and peaked my head over the railing and looked onto the deck. On the other side of the ship was a Japanese aircraft carrier. The two ships were probably 30 feet apart. (This was not historically accurate) but the carrier started launching planes and bombing the battleship while they were getting shot out of the sky. In the battle, the canoe my brothers were on was destroyed and I assumed they had drowned. The next memory I had was in an interrogation room. Two men showed me a slip of paper that was a horrible photocopy of sloppy handwriting. The ink was blue (which I think is historically accurate for the type of methods of copying manuscripts – using a carbon copy with blue ink). I asked them what it was and they said it was the results of an interrogation that I don’t remember occurring. I was under the impression they had drugged me and they were showing me the results. I told them I couldn’t read what it said and demanded they give me a better copy with print that was darker. I think they let me go, because the next memory I have was walking down a street in New York City looking into department store windows.
Then I woke up.
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In the second dream, I was walking by a boat dock with my friend Brian in Chicago, but it had a very mid 19th century feel with dirt streets and stone buildings. We walked into a residential area with a lot of people. It seemed to be about midnight. A guy on the side of the street called out to us and came over and said, "Hey, what year did World War I start?" Then he scooted behind us and between us. I thought it was suspicious so I put my hand in my back pocket where my wallet was and held it because I assumed he was a pick-pocket. Then I felt his hand grab my wallet and I turned around and punched him. We were falling to the ground and then I woke up.
The third dream I had started off at a beach. There was a man teaching people about the sand and the waves. I saw his name on a piece of paper and it was Obimna. The impression I got from him and the people listening to him was that he was very learned about the earth. He showed me a vision in my head about where I should explore. It was a place where waves of water eroded parallel lines in rock. I went and found that place in the snow and ice. I climbed up on the frozen rocks to touch the grooves but kept losing my grip because deep cracks were forming. I jumped from strip of ice to strip of ice while they were halving beneath me. I finally fell into the icy water below, trying to get a grip on a floating sheet of ice, but they were melting too fast in the water. The water was freezing but I only felt a slight coolness. I knew I was going to die, but I couldn’t feel when because I didn't feel any colder each passing moment. I finally got a grip on a small iceberg and climbed to the top. I took of my winter coat to keep the freezing water off my body. Then I saw a highway and waved at the cars hoping someone would see me.
There was a break, so I assume this was a forth dream. I woke up at my parent’s house. I got up and went to the bus stop. All the people on the bus were very young, probably 10, but they didn’t seem to notice how old I was. Then I was back at my old high school looking around and seeing how everything had changed, the hallways had all been moved. The furniture in the lounges looked like they were from an older era since I was there. I went around and talked to the students, but I don't recall understanding what they were saying. I walked up a staircase and an English teacher I had called out to me from a flight up. I walked up the stairs. The next memory I had was walking around outside of the school on a gray overcast day. I walked around the school until someone gave me a ride home. I ended up getting onto a school bus. Someone called out to me that number 27 was the one with my house in its route.
The fifth dream I had was about finding the man Obimna that I had met before. I took the subway with my friend Brian in Chicago. As we rode through town, all I saw was desert. Everything was orange and all the buildings were gone. We got off the El and sat down on a curb and sulked because our city was gone. Then we heard a man say behind us, "What are you two so sad about?" We told him everything had been destroyed. He told us to turn around. We saw that a new city had been built with different buildings. When I looked to my right, I saw a different building, a huge white castle becoming clearer as the mist around it started to wane. It was built with high towers with blue shingled roofs. The tower in the center was three times taller than the rest.
The sixth dream I had started on a beach. In my mind, I felt some years had passed. I walked up a path on the side of a cliff with vines growing on it and found a small one room wooded building. I went inside and found familiar faces from a previous dream. I couldn’t remember their names. From the two I talked to, one was named Ryan, which I thought his name was Brian. There was a girl named Rachel, but I thought her name was Michelle. I walked through a forest of old metal pipes and saw a black table. It was a class room. The walls were filled with cabinets with plant and animal specimens from the ocean. Then I saw the teacher, it was Obimna. He had grey hair but was completely bald on his crown and had a grey pointy goatee. He remembered me, and asked if I would join his class. I took a seat and started listening. He was talking about the presentations the students were to give that day. He asked what I had studied in school. He said he would have liked me to give a presentation on a small physics lesson. I thought about it for a while and decided on talking about when an electron losses energy, it decreases its orbital state and gives off a photon and that the amount the orbital energy the electron looses is proportional to the frequency of the photon. There was a break in the class and students left the room to get some air outside. I talked to the professor about how I had listened to him talk a while ago. Then I went outside and talked to the girl Rachel. She was upset about not finishing her presentation. We walked back into the classroom, and there was an argument between Rachel and Obimna. A few sentences later Obimna said, “Yes, I do not have a degree in anything.” As he said this I realized he was a fraud.
The seventh and final dream I had was sailing to an island in the Pacific Ocean. I was a German sailing with my father and two brothers. (I only have one brother and the father in the dream was not my real father. The brothers looked nothing like my real brother). The trip was a blur. 20 years had passed on the island and our father said we should make a boat and leave and find America and make a life for ourselves there. We made two boats, a thatched raft and a thin canoe. We chose to use the canoe. As we were rowing, it seemed as though I was watching a TV documentary about our lives. The narrator for the show said choosing the canoe and not the raft was a bad choice because we did not make it very well and it leaked. The constant wetness at the bottom of the canoe would cause our feet to rot off. We sailed on and saw two huge metal ships. Both said World War I on them. There was a battleship with a US flag on the side. It had two huge guns in the front with separate turrets and one in the back. I climbed and peaked my head over the railing and looked onto the deck. On the other side of the ship was a Japanese aircraft carrier. The two ships were probably 30 feet apart. (This was not historically accurate) but the carrier started launching planes and bombing the battleship while they were getting shot out of the sky. In the battle, the canoe my brothers were on was destroyed and I assumed they had drowned. The next memory I had was in an interrogation room. Two men showed me a slip of paper that was a horrible photocopy of sloppy handwriting. The ink was blue (which I think is historically accurate for the type of methods of copying manuscripts – using a carbon copy with blue ink). I asked them what it was and they said it was the results of an interrogation that I don’t remember occurring. I was under the impression they had drugged me and they were showing me the results. I told them I couldn’t read what it said and demanded they give me a better copy with print that was darker. I think they let me go, because the next memory I have was walking down a street in New York City looking into department store windows.
Then I woke up.
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Analysis I:
Anxiety is probably the reason for these dreams.
The first dream was probably a coincidence because when I woke up, I was really off center on my bed. My feet were really hanging off the end of the bed....so the feeling of free feet probably spurred that dream.
The second one might have been developed by the first one that my mind remembered. It isn’t uncommon for me to have two in a row. I didn’t wake up again for the rest of the night - the third falling dream didn’t do anything.
The anxiety was from my lack of a job even after getting an advanced physics degree. In the dream I found a man who was very smart and I trusted him as a good teacher. He showed me were I should go to gain wisdom. But when I got there and saw what I was supposed to learn, it was nothing but disaster. I learned nothing and it almost ruined me and stole my life from me.
After the failure, I went back to my high school. I even started the school day off in my bedroom, getting ready to go to school like I was a kid again. I guess it was like I was trying to start from scratch again. Starting my education over from where it began. Which is why I was older than everyone else (but only in my mind - none of the kids noticed that I was older than they). When I got to school, everything had changed. I couldn’t process what was going on. It was like the students were talking to me in a different language. I was so disturbed I had to leave. This told me that starting my education over again wasn’t really the solution to getting a job. I had everything I needed to get one. The new education was for the new generation, not mine.
I have been trying to get a job in Chicago but hadn't gotten one. So when I was going to Chicago, looking for the teacher, all I saw was desert - it was barren. There was nothing there for me. But when I turned around at the man’s request, I found another city. So it seemed that Chicago isn’t the place to look and/or Chicago will not be the place for me right away, it will take some time.
The next dream was the realization that the teacher I thought was wise was not. I should not take the advice and teaching of teachers so blindly. Many teachers are concerned about teaching you information with the idea that it is always going to be useful. They can never show you its true value in a life that you define as successful.
As for the last dream...I have no idea. It could have been a completely different stream of thought from the others. I watch the history channel a lot so it might be evolved from my interest in history.
Why was this dream important? It was important because I had one week to decided if I was going to apply to UMR for a second masters (this time in engineering). I thought about going into material science and ceramic engineering after proof reading a friend's thesis the night before it was due on a Grotto Wednesday! and realizing engineering is a lot easier than physics. If not for the series of dreams, I probably would have applied. It really did tell me that I had all the education I needed. Going to school again would have done nothing but taken another two years of my life at a school where I was a complete alcoholic.
Analysis II:
Hindsight says I should have gone back to get my second Masters in Actuarial Science.
Anxiety is probably the reason for these dreams.
The first dream was probably a coincidence because when I woke up, I was really off center on my bed. My feet were really hanging off the end of the bed....so the feeling of free feet probably spurred that dream.
The second one might have been developed by the first one that my mind remembered. It isn’t uncommon for me to have two in a row. I didn’t wake up again for the rest of the night - the third falling dream didn’t do anything.
The anxiety was from my lack of a job even after getting an advanced physics degree. In the dream I found a man who was very smart and I trusted him as a good teacher. He showed me were I should go to gain wisdom. But when I got there and saw what I was supposed to learn, it was nothing but disaster. I learned nothing and it almost ruined me and stole my life from me.
After the failure, I went back to my high school. I even started the school day off in my bedroom, getting ready to go to school like I was a kid again. I guess it was like I was trying to start from scratch again. Starting my education over from where it began. Which is why I was older than everyone else (but only in my mind - none of the kids noticed that I was older than they). When I got to school, everything had changed. I couldn’t process what was going on. It was like the students were talking to me in a different language. I was so disturbed I had to leave. This told me that starting my education over again wasn’t really the solution to getting a job. I had everything I needed to get one. The new education was for the new generation, not mine.
I have been trying to get a job in Chicago but hadn't gotten one. So when I was going to Chicago, looking for the teacher, all I saw was desert - it was barren. There was nothing there for me. But when I turned around at the man’s request, I found another city. So it seemed that Chicago isn’t the place to look and/or Chicago will not be the place for me right away, it will take some time.
The next dream was the realization that the teacher I thought was wise was not. I should not take the advice and teaching of teachers so blindly. Many teachers are concerned about teaching you information with the idea that it is always going to be useful. They can never show you its true value in a life that you define as successful.
As for the last dream...I have no idea. It could have been a completely different stream of thought from the others. I watch the history channel a lot so it might be evolved from my interest in history.
Why was this dream important? It was important because I had one week to decided if I was going to apply to UMR for a second masters (this time in engineering). I thought about going into material science and ceramic engineering after proof reading a friend's thesis the night before it was due on a Grotto Wednesday! and realizing engineering is a lot easier than physics. If not for the series of dreams, I probably would have applied. It really did tell me that I had all the education I needed. Going to school again would have done nothing but taken another two years of my life at a school where I was a complete alcoholic.
Analysis II:
Hindsight says I should have gone back to get my second Masters in Actuarial Science.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Random Thoughts from May 12, 2007 Rolla, Missouri
Remember in high school when you had to do those writing exams for state testing and you were given scratch paper to draft out your short essay, but you were not graded on what your drafts were like? Well, if I had bigger balls in high school I should have written about a sexual encounter I had with a goat on the scratch paper and then write the real essay on the correct topic in the section that was to be graded - first and final draft. Doing that is like taking a freshman level physics class for non-majors, as a senior physics major, and go to an exam with a cheat sheet that only had "F=Force" written on it, whether force questions were on the test or not. Then tell a stereotype frat guy next to you that is freaking out about the test, "I'm going to do this test in pen because I'm not going to make any mistakes!"
This is dedicated to my friend Craig who actually did the later. His cheat sheet only had "F=Force" written on it and took the test in pen.
I listened to Led Zeppelin's "Hey Hey What Can I Do" on repeat while writing this blog.
This is dedicated to my friend Craig who actually did the later. His cheat sheet only had "F=Force" written on it and took the test in pen.
I listened to Led Zeppelin's "Hey Hey What Can I Do" on repeat while writing this blog.
My blog was blocked as spam before I wrote my first blog
When I first made this profile, I knew it was going to be days to weeks before I wrote anything because I really did not know how to project into coherent English: the maddening hilarity of my brain, my eccentric wit, my contempt for the Modern Liberal, communication via clicks, whistles, pointing, and heavy breathing, miscellaneous mischief and random thoughts, drinking stories, and my assertion that the student culture at the University of Missouri-Rolla is superior to all others.
While studying for the first actuary exam, my mind became completely obsessed with probability distributions and their practical applications. Knowing I was not going to write a blog for a while, I wondered if there was going to be any sort of consequence from my lack of participation. My guess was to receive an email reminding me I had a blog. I assumed it was rare for a new blogger to not write anything after maybe one or two days. After three or four days I get an email saying my blog was marked as spam and I had to manually over-ride this by replying to an email which will then be looked at by a human to determine if I was a real person.
My evaluation of blogger.com's method of determining spam:
I must have been in the, maybe 5% of people who did not write anything within a given time period. As a result, blogger.com sent an email to the address given. If the address was rejected I am assuming the blog was removed. If the email went through, I believe there was a 20 day period where they had to prove the email belonged to a human, otherwise their blog would be deleted. I had to read a very distorted, curvy word that would be very hard for a computer to read. I know it is difficult for computers to read distorted words like you see on Ticketmaster because I dabbled in this automating art with a previous employer. Anyways, I failed identifying the letters the first time because I was probably not within the majority of what other humans identified the letters as. The second time I was either in a gray region of how humans were perceiving the letters (which would have needed a human to decide if I was a human or computer) or I was in tune with the majority, and indeed a human. The email actually stressed that a human on the other end of anti-spam test would be deciding the outcome. I was found to be a human! So here I am, writing my first blog about three weeks after creating my profile.
I listened to Boston's debut album while writing this blog.
While studying for the first actuary exam, my mind became completely obsessed with probability distributions and their practical applications. Knowing I was not going to write a blog for a while, I wondered if there was going to be any sort of consequence from my lack of participation. My guess was to receive an email reminding me I had a blog. I assumed it was rare for a new blogger to not write anything after maybe one or two days. After three or four days I get an email saying my blog was marked as spam and I had to manually over-ride this by replying to an email which will then be looked at by a human to determine if I was a real person.
My evaluation of blogger.com's method of determining spam:
I must have been in the, maybe 5% of people who did not write anything within a given time period. As a result, blogger.com sent an email to the address given. If the address was rejected I am assuming the blog was removed. If the email went through, I believe there was a 20 day period where they had to prove the email belonged to a human, otherwise their blog would be deleted. I had to read a very distorted, curvy word that would be very hard for a computer to read. I know it is difficult for computers to read distorted words like you see on Ticketmaster because I dabbled in this automating art with a previous employer. Anyways, I failed identifying the letters the first time because I was probably not within the majority of what other humans identified the letters as. The second time I was either in a gray region of how humans were perceiving the letters (which would have needed a human to decide if I was a human or computer) or I was in tune with the majority, and indeed a human. The email actually stressed that a human on the other end of anti-spam test would be deciding the outcome. I was found to be a human! So here I am, writing my first blog about three weeks after creating my profile.
I listened to Boston's debut album while writing this blog.
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