<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606865583532089510</id><updated>2024-08-28T15:49:02.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richtofen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biorichtofen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606865583532089510/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biorichtofen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BioRichtofen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717903248015275719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606865583532089510.post-2497506999704875600</id><published>2012-08-15T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-15T14:57:09.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Mars,with a catch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Manned missions to Mars are a long way
off. For now we will have to settle on unmanned probes before any
self sustaining base can be designed and constructed there. However
there is a way to go to Mars. It is a one way trip though. There is
an initiative to send willing volunteers to the red planet with no
hope of return. Apparently it would be to expensive to bring them
back. Not many people would want to go to Mars without a way home. I don&#39;t blame them. However, I
have thought about the one way trip to Mars. For me it can do a few
things. 
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I get to experience Mars first hand.
That is amazing in itself. I also be the one to set the foundation
for future bases on Mars. Lastly, it get to actually do something
with my life. Something that I both enjoy and will help others. I can
devote my life to science. I can benefit humanity and serve a
purpose. That said, if I am the only one to go to Mars and I live the
rest of my life there with no other human arriving in my life time
that brings a few concerns.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; First off, I may go mad. Secondly,
aside from mission control there will be no way for me to share my
experiences with people. Again battling with cabin fever and
isolation. And finally, when I do die on Mars who will bury me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I still think about going to Mars,
knowing that I won&#39;t come back. If I did go I would request to take a few things
with me. First off I want to bring a telescope so I could see the
stars from a different perspective. I would also like them
to furnish me with a plaque similar to the ones that were sent on
Voyager 1 and 2. And, if I could, I want to name the Mars base after
Carl Sagan. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Some
people believe in superstition and go through their daily life
following them down to the letter. Some people are smart enough to
think and disregard those superstitions. Keep in mind that
superstitions were created for certain reasons, usually to keep
people, especially children in line. Usually, children tend to
disobey their parents, so the parents will make up stories so that
the children will follow their advice and this traditions go on and
on through generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s
start with the obvious ones. Walking under a ladder, breaking a
mirror and black cats. Now there are a few theories for the ladder
superstition. One of them is that walking under a ladder was akin to
blaspheming comes from the early days of Christianity. Many
Christians are believers in the Trinity—that God is made up of
three parts, the Holy Father, the Holy Son, and the Holy Ghost. Thus,
the number three was somewhat sacred, and the triangle was by
association also sacred with its three sides. To walk through this
triangle (by walking under the ladder) was seen as breaking the
Trinity. The bible talks about the one unforgivable sin being
blaspheming against the Holy Spirit, so someone who breaks the
Trinity is seen to be in league with the Devil; and once again, being
labeled such in the old days of Christianity was a great way to end
up burned at the stake or hanged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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mirror breaking originates from the fact that mirrors were once very
expensive. And thus to take care of mirrors and prevent accidents the
story that they cause seven years bad luck makes sense. Scare people
into safe and careful behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;As
for the black cat. In Scotland a strange black cat appearing on your
porch is a good omen. It means that prosperity is on the way. If you
hear a cat sneeze in Italy then you are in for a streak of good luck.
If you happen to spot a white cat in America as the sun sets,
however, you might be in trouble. Cats are not allowed in the room if
family is having a private talk in the Netherlands. The fear is that
the cat will spread the gossip all over town, and the family secrets
will be out. And in Ireland killing a cat is 17 years bad luck.
Apparently&amp;nbsp;Christianity&amp;nbsp;has to do with this nonsense. The
color black is often regarded as being bad. Blackmail, black sheep,
black death and so forth. So those Christians and there &#39;good&#39;
intentions associated black cats with black magic and witches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Now
there are ways to break the curses. For the mirror you could try,
throwing salt over your shoulder, or after breaking the mirror turn
around three times counterclockwise. You could also try to burn the
mirror, or at least blacken its shards in the flames of a fire, or
save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;the
fragments for a year and then bury them, and the curse will be
counteracted&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;(so
you&#39;ve only had to live with one year of bad luck). You could also
try this. On the first night after breaking the mirror, light seven
white candles and blow them out at midnight in one breath. Touch a
tombstone with a piece of the mirror and the hex will be lifted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s
a lot of solutions right? No. If you believe in this nonsense then
you are either a child or stupid. Superstitions like this hold back
progress. They keep us in a ring of ignorance that can&#39;t be broken
due to the fear of bad luck. Their are other myths as well that can
be dispelled just as easily. Humans want to make sense of a random
world. They want to find reasons for the good things and bad things
that happen. And they will inevitably create a reason that is based
on mere coincidence and chance. Wishful thinking, an arrogant belief
that your actions can change the randomness of the world. Nonsense
like this has held up scientific progress for long enough. And it&#39;s
not just black cats and mirrors that hold back progress. But I will
go in to detail in another post. Until then...Think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuUT7u3HYPg&amp;amp;feature=g-upl&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;YouTube- Adults believing in Magic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/user/EuclidsParadox?feature=guide&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;My YouTube Channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When it rains like this it give me a chance to think. Last year, there was a drought. The summer heat dried and cracked the ground. This year the drought is broken by light showers. A flood in May and now a healthy splash of rain. The clouds gather to drop rain upon the ground. Unaware or uncaring of the creatures below. Most people seek comfort indoors. Weak like Superman without the sun. I embrace the rain. It gives me a chance to see nature from another side. I observe the clouds as they roam across the sky. I observe the puddles. I watch how the surface dances as the rain drops disturb the stillness. I look at my dog. I wonder how he perceives the rain. I hear the thunder in the distance roaring causing car alarms to go off. I notice the rain drops hit the delicate leafs and pedals of plants and flowers. The rain give me a different perspective on nature. Neither side has a monopoly on beauty. Whether it&#39;s a sunny day or rainy. Overcast or clear skies.  Nature does not cater to ones idea of beauty. It&#39;s amazing in its own right. That&#39;s its real beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2LU0PRar0Q&quot;&gt;Video- When it rains like this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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... He clasped the pocket watch so it would close. Then with his finger&amp;nbsp;followed&amp;nbsp;the intricacies of the design that was engraved on the watch. The engraving encircled the exterior face of the golden pocket watch. The watch now held between his thumb and forefinger, his finger on the watch feeling the rhythm as the seconds ticked by as if to inspect the heartbeat of time. With the time in his mind he placed the watch in his pocket where it continued to flirt with infinity. &quot;Infinity or not I should get home&quot; he thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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- The&amp;nbsp;preceding&amp;nbsp;was an excerpt from my novel that is still under construction. If you would like to see more or even give advice please tell me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biorichtofen.blogspot.com/feeds/199526796173750442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biorichtofen.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606865583532089510/posts/default/199526796173750442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606865583532089510/posts/default/199526796173750442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biorichtofen.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BioRichtofen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717903248015275719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>