Thursday, December 31, 2015

short story slam week 36: happy new year!

time moves on 
not looking back
not looking forward
I move around
entering a world
of white, green, brown,
that's winter snow in town,
life without plans
is time without occupation
what's that sign?
what's the road blocks?
just zig zag 
simply drive 
you and i
she and he
they and we
all will
go up
and down
each of us breathes
with preset time lot
clock tics
and age
a leg
and when
can I reach
the star?
no way,
our way
to happiness
I forgive
myself and

Monday, December 14, 2015

some products around idaho, and michigan

today, the sun is out,
all owls hoot,
traveling south to Ai Qing's dugout
Office Depot VS Homedepot,
Peanuts vs Walnut
all speak of Sands, Jinglong, and Xiao Gong
Frank & Ernest expel spam,
with Amelia Earhart smells Scranton green eggs and ham
when Jolly comics gifting you,
Jingle Bells rings at your door,
Say "Yarn", we sail boats at (yalu river) or yalu John!
Mutts sell hot dogs,
Arby's sell potato cakes,
let's visit Michael's, and fame new Jersey comics via stillwater news-press.

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Sunday, December 6, 2015

oyo, osu, norman north high school and nancy o'brian performing arts

from north east stillwater
to norman north high school,
that's a S shape drive

as Mailman has done,
Larry, Eric, and Burns are fine
with lots of Rock Well music fans

the way people think of oyo,
the name with Nancy O'Brian,
all echo "Festival" to Mo YAN AND Stephan Wilson

David Henneberry meets Timmon Passmore,
Shadi and James praise Michael and Christina,
friends gather to enjoy red wine

Heather Lanners always remain silent,
Thomas Menino regrets his desire from Boston city news,
Cape Ann, tom Bradley, and Shez Woodrow grin for cheers

a long ride,
Mr. Pho and Ms. Lee Denney,
together with Mary, Henry, Kim, Sammy singing for Qiuhua Yu.

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

Weekend Challenges: Easy but also Complex Prompts

 Parks [Friday My Town Shoot Out Link-Up]

shadow markings...


A Blessing Could Come from Nowhere 

 Six Word Fridays ~ Lucky

 Red Scarf Girl Is World Famous 

 Six Word Saturday

Xiao Zu Yan Kai,
Liang Xiao Wu Cai,
Hong Yan Zi Ji
Ming Tian Zhao Lai

when you smile all the way to your day,
your love parallel with you on Goodness's sake,
Instant lover are people who know by eye contact,
Tomorrow, she won't blame you for the wrong birthday cake

Red scarf is rose,
Red rose is valentine,
Red scarf is warmth,
Red flag is warning...

 short story slam week 33, Nov. 12 to December 6, 2015

R is for  Red scarfs

 Alphabe-Thursday Letter Z

Z is for Zuo Bielin

Saturday, October 31, 2015

X facotr, which means unknown thoughts coming our way: Happy Halloween!

Bluebell Books Twitter Club!

 Alphabe-Thursday Letter X

Day 31 of #OctPoWriMo

my entry:

X is for xtraordinary things,
Things such as Thing One and Thing Two,
Things unknown to public,
Things only a detective can tell

October month is 31 days long,
poetry writing is life time Lobby,
Halloween hits here after dusk,
the cruise of jaunt ride send love flying

we are not sure who is coming our door,
we are not knowing who is knocking our wall,
boo, trick or treat,
that's what our neighbors explore

X is for Halloween's visitors,
X is for unexpected guests,
X is for UFO from outer space,
X is for kites in the air of south west.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Dancers by William Meikle

   Yes, I know its getting dark, and I know its getting cold, but just come over here for a minute. It wont take much of your time. There's something I want to show you, someone I'd like you to meet.
    Come on. Humor an old man who needs to tell his secret.
    It's just there, behind the church. Yes, in the older graveyard. You're not afraid are you? I promise, there's nothing here that would ever hurt you.
    Not you.
    Watch out for the moss on the stones. Some of the slimier varieties can get embedded in your clothes, and it's murder trying to get it out.
    Just about there is usually the best spot. Stand quietly now - let your eyes get adjusted to the dark. You'll soon see why I brought you here.
    There she is.
    Do you see her? She's standing right there. Look - in front of the large grey angel, just to the left of the patch of moonlight, almost underneath the old elm. Yes, there, beside the largest headstone.
    My beautiful Sarah. Forever young, forever twenty.
    See how the red of her hair glows like a burning firebrand, a halo around the white perfection of her face. And look - she's wearing the dress. The one I bought her for the dance, the last dance of our youth.
    Three pounds two and sixpence that dress cost me - more than a week's wages in those days. Times have changed, haven't they? My mother told me that I was mad, spending all that money on a slip of a girl who was no better than she should be. But I knew that she was worth every penny.
    I was drunk with the delight that danced in her eyes when she tried it on, swaying her hips to get the full effect from the long flowing pleats. I can still remember even now, fifty odd years and many strangers' kisses later, the sweet honeyed taste of her lips as she thanked me, the pressure of her
hands on my back as we embraced.
    I wish she would touch me now. Just one touch, to bring us together at the end. If only she could see me. I have so much that I've never told her.
    How still she is, how composed. The wind refuses to ruffle her, the rain refuses to dampen her, the earth refuses to cling to her. Yet there's something more.
    Look closer. She breathes; she blinks; her lips part and then connect, but there's no steam. Not like you and I, standing here puffing at each other. It may be almost winter here, but for her it's late summer, always summer.
    Those lips. How deep and red and enticing they were that night, glistening moistly as she looked up at me. Smiling, dancing, laughing, we moved across the dance floor. We were young; the war had barely touched us, and I was in love for the very first time. The night held the prospect of many new pleasures.
    And then he arrived.
    I knew he was going to be trouble. Right from the start I could see what he was. American, charming, arrogant and different. Hello excitement, goodbye dependability. In the space of a minute I'd lost her forever.
    Shall I tell you how it happened?
    He butted in on our dance. Just barged right in, excused himself, and then off they went, whirling round the floor in a flurry of legs and feet and arms. I tried to stop him as they came round again, but he had all the advantages - height, weight, diet, composure and training - while I merely had my rage.
    Afterwards, as I lay there on the floor, my tongue counting teeth as my handkerchief vainly tried to soak up blood, I heard a laugh. Looking up through eyes which had already begun to puff up, I saw her. Only six feet away, but already distant, clinging to the conqueror. Her hair made a red
scar where it fell on her shoulder, and in that moment I knew what I would have to do.
    Can you see? She's moving. But watch. Do her legs bend? Does she walk like you or me? Or does she glide, smooth and silent like a great white owl? Listen. Can you hear any gravel being trodden underfoot? Or is there only you and me and silence?
    You can't tell, can you? She deceives the brain, but doesn't brook too much attention. Try not to look too closely - set your mind on other matters.
    Ah yes. The chiming. It must be eight o'clock again. Do you think she's able to hear? She'll be heading for the wall. When she reaches it she'll rest her elbows and look over there, to the field on the left, where the airfield used to be.
    I remember the women, silent, waiting, listening for the sounds which would tell them that their men were coming back. They used to peel off one at a time as the planes returned, until only a few were left, watching and waiting and wondering.
    See how the moonbeams dance around her, making her glow. So white, so brilliant, so pure. And no shadow to taint the vision.
    He was corrupting her. I could see that, even from the few glimpses I had of them together. There they were, laughing and giggling like a pair of kids fresh out of school. And kissing! In public! Right there on the main street for all too see, and again, later, in the pub, flaunting themselves
in front of me.
    Of course she had stockings. And lipstick. And chocolate. And cigarettes. The price of her innocence, the wages of sin.
    I hoped that I wouldn't be too late, that she was still capable of being saved. I watched. I waited. I planned. He continued with her destruction, but soon I'd have my turn.
    See how she moves between the stones, not attempting to pass through them. Does she look solid to you? You can't see through her, not like in the books or the films. Do you think that if I went over there and put out my hand she'd be able to take it, be able to feel? Would she notice that I was there?
    I have often, over the years, thought about why she returns. It is only now, when I'm near my own end, that I'm able to look at it dispassionately. Maybe, when I go to join her, we'll both understand.
    Did you know that I used to be a mechanic? Well I was, and a good one at that. It was easy. I already had the run of the airfield, so it was simple to wangle myself in on the servicing of his plane. Once I had spent five minutes aboard, it was only a matter of waiting for the next flight.
    I was subtle though. I didn't want the plane blowing up over land; not over England anyway. My work might have been noticed. No, the explosion would occur only when the plane climbed to more than one thousand feet. That should do it. By the time it reached that height it would be well out
over the channel.
    He took it out the very night day.
    Look. She's reached the wall. See how her elbows stay white, despite the damp and moss and stone? Her eyes will be moist. Will those tears be real? Could I perhaps touch them? Touch them and somehow feel her pain?
    The next day I saw the flight take off, twelve planes slowly gathering in formation before beginning their long climb into the sky. I watched them until they rose into the clouds, then listened as they droned away. Was there an explosion? Did the droning lessen? I never did find out.
    Whether I'm a murderer or not, he never came back, and I never lost the guilt.
    Later that day, when the sky was once more filled with sound, the women left the wall, one by one, until she was the only one remaining, trying to pierce the clouds as she peered avidly eastwards, willing him to return.
    I stood, just about here, and watched, cursing her for her devotion, cursing him for his hold on her, as darkness fell and the skies grew silent.
    It was late summer, and the temperature was dropping rapidly. A light drizzle began to fall, chilling me to the bone.
    And still she waited, and still I watched.
    See it. There's the cigarette. How ungainly it looks in those pearl white fingers. It burns - there's a good quarter of an inch of ash on the end - but there's no smoke, no smell.
    He started her off on that habit. She'd told me that morning that she did it because it made her look like a real lady. As if she'd not been a lady before that. It made me angry, so angry that I could watch no longer.
    See how she turns, surprised. Now she'll look confused for a second. Then she'll see that it's only me; only the young, fresh faced, solid, dependable me.
    Watch closely now. You may just catch the disappointment as it flits across her face. Look, she turns her back again, returns to her vigil.
    One look and I was consigned to despair. I grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her around to face me, demanding that she explain herself. She struggled in my arms but I held on as we moved around in a parody of a waltz; held her as she screamed, her once-beautiful lips contorted in rage.
    She pulled away once more, and this time she was too strong for me to hold on to her. Surprised to be free so easily, she lost her balance.
    I reached out desperately for her as she fell, slowly, slowly, towards the unyielding gravestones. And then came the sound, the one I hear late at night in my dreams, the sound of her neck as it broke.
    So now we wait, she for a sweetheart who will never return, me for an end to the guilt and the hope of forgiveness. Which of us is more dead?
    And the time passes and I watch, every night, as she dances, just for me.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

here are a list of names of powerful poets

michelle boisseau
robert wallace
jim daniels
michael burns
marianne moore
debra allbery
dara wier
toi derricotte
mary kinzie
george herbert
randall mcleod
reinhard dohl
sheila heinrich
omoteji adeyemon
bruce benett
robert sutherland
jay meek
tess dallagher
claudia rankine
gwendolyn brooks
henry taylor
ben jonson
william carol williams
kay ryan
bill collins
emily dickerson
fallin page-brickers
christina domington mulvane
venetian peng
skylar chubb peng
thomas owen washington
thomas washington
chris g
florence cojitoab yanorez

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

lots of poets to be checked out here

some poets inspire,
some critisize,
we promote these,
we entertain lots

easy going shops

mixed nuts
able town

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

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Friday, August 7, 2015

Constantin Carathéodory


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Constantin Carathéodory
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Constantin Carathéodory
Born 13 September 1873
Berlin, German Empire
Died 2 February 1950 (aged 76)
Munich, West Germany
Nationality Greek
Fields Mathematics
Institutions University of Munich
Ionian University of Smyrna
Alma mater University of Berlin
University of Göttingen
Doctoral advisor Hermann Minkowski
Doctoral students Paul Finsler
Hans Rademacher
Georg Aumann
Hermann Boerner
Ernst Peschl
Hans Rügemer
Wladimir Seidel
Nazım Terzioğlu
Known for Carathéodory theorems
Carathéodory conjecture
Constantin Carathéodory (or Constantine Karatheodori; Greek: Κωνσταντίνος Καραθεοδωρή; 13 September 1873 – 2 February 1950) was a Greek mathematician who spent most of his professional career in Germany. He made significant contributions to the theory of functions of a real variable, the calculus of variations, and measure theory. His work also includes important results in conformal representations and in the theory of boundary correspondence. In 1909, Carathéodory pioneered the Axiomatic Formulation of Thermodynamics along a purely geometrical approach.


Constantin Caratheodory with his father.
Constantin Carathéodory was born in Berlin to Greek parents and grew up in Brussels, where his father served as the Ottoman ambassador to Belgium. The Carathéodory family, originally from Bosnochori or Vyssa, was well established and respected in Constantinople, and its members held many important governmental positions.
The Carathéodory family spent 1874–75 in Istanbul, where Constantin's paternal grandfather lived, while Stephanos was on leave. Then in 1875 they went to Brussels when Stephanos was appointed there as Ottoman Ambassador. In Brussels, Constantin's younger sister Julia was born. The year 1895 was a tragic one for the family since Constantin's paternal grandfather died in that year, but much more tragically, Constantin's mother Despina died of pneumonia in Cannes. Constantin's maternal grandmother took on the task of bringing up Constantin and Julia in his father's home in Belgium. They employed a German maid who taught the children to speak German. Constantin was already bilingual in French and Greek by this time.
Constantin began his formal schooling at a private school in Vanderstock in 1881. He left after two years and then spent time with his father on a visit to Berlin, and also spent the winters of 1883–84 and 1884–85 on the Italian Riviera. Back in Brussels in 1885 he attended a grammar school for a year where he first began to become interested in mathematics. In 1886 he entered the high school Athénée Royal d'Ixelles and studied there until his graduation in 1891. Twice during his time at this school Constantin won a prize as the best mathematics student in Belgium.
Constantin Caratheodory (left) pictured sitting with his father, brother in law and sister, Carlsbad 1898
At this stage Carathéodory began training as a military engineer. He attended the École Militaire de Belgique from October 1891 to May 1895 and he also studied at the École d'Application from 1893 to 1896. In 1897 a war broke out between Turkey and Greece. This put Carathéodory in a difficult position since he sided with the Greeks, yet his father served the government of the Ottoman Empire. Since he was a trained engineer he was offered a job in the British colonial service. This job took him to Egypt where he worked on the construction of the Assiut dam until April 1900. During periods when construction work had to stop due to floods, he studied mathematics from some textbooks he had with him, such as Jordan's Cours d'Analyse and Salmon's text on the analytic geometry of conic sections. He also visited the Cheops pyramid and made measurements which he wrote up and published in 1901. He also published a book on Egypt in the same year which contained a wealth of information on the history and geography of the country.

Studies and university career

Carathéodory studied engineering in Belgium at the Royal Military Academy, where he was considered a charismatic and brilliant student.
University Career:
1900 Studies at University of Berlin. 1902 Completed graduation at University of Göttingen (1904 Ph.D, 1905 Habilitation) 1908 Dozent at Bonn 1909 Ordinary Professor at Hannover Technical High School. 1910 Ordinary Professor at Breslau Technical High School. 1913 Professor following Klein at University of Göttingen. 1919 Professor at University of Berlin 1919 Elected to Prussian Academy of Science. 1920 University Dean at Ionian University of Smyrna (later, University of the Aegean). 1922 Professor at University of Athens. 1922 Professor at Athens Polytechnic. 1924 Professor following Lindeman at University of Munich. 1938 Retirement from Professorship. Continued working from Bavarian Academy of Science
Doctoral students: Carathéodory had about 20 doctoral students among these being Hans Rademacher, known for his work on analysis and number theory, and Paul Finsler known for his creation of Finsler space.
Academic contacts in Germany: Carathéodory's contacts in Germany were many and included such famous names as: Minkowski, Hilbert, Klein, Einstein, Schwarz, Fejér. During the difficult period of World War II his close associates at the Bavarian Academy of Sciences were Perron and Tietze.
Academic contacts in Greece: While in Germany Carathéodory retained numerous links with the Greek academic world about which detailed information may be found in Georgiadou's book. He was directly involved with the reorganization of Greek universities. An especially close friend and colleague in Athens was Nicolaos Kritikos who had attended his lectures at Gŏttingen, later going with him to Smyrna, then becoming professor at Athens Polytechnic. Kritikos and Carathéodory helped the Greek topologist Christos Papakyriakopoulos take a doctorate in topology at Athens University in 1943 under very difficult circumstances. While teaching in Athens University Carathéodory had as undergraduate student Evangelos Stamatis who subsequently achieved considerable distinction as a scholar of ancient Greek mathematical classics.[1]


An illustration of Carathéodory's theorem (convex hull) for a square in R2.
Constantin Caratheodory (left) with Hungarian mathematician Lipót Fejér (1880–1959) (standing to the right).
Calculus of Variations: In his doctoral dissertation Carathéodory originated his method based on the use of the Hamilton–Jacobi equation to construct a field of extremals. The ideas are closely related to light propagation in optics. The method became known as the royal road to the calculus of variations[why?].[2] More recently the same idea has been taken into the theory of optimal control.[3] The method can also be extended to multiple integrals.
Real Analysis: He proved an existence theorem for the solution to ordinary differential equations under mild regularity conditions.
Theory of measure: He is credited with the Carathéodory extension theorem which is fundamental to modern set theory. Later Carathéodory extended the theory from sets to Boolean algebras.
Theory of functions of a complex variable: He greatly extended the theory of conformal transformation[4] proving his theorem about the extension of conformal mapping to the boundary of Jordan domains. In studying boundary correspondence he originated the theory of prime ends.
Thermodynamics: In 1909, Carathéodory published a pioneering work "Investigations on the Foundations of Thermodynamics"[5] in which he formulated the Laws of Thermodynamics axiomatically. It has been said[according to whom?] that he was using only mechanical concepts and the theory of Pfaff's differential forms. But in reality he also relied heavily on the concept of an adiabatic process. The physical meaning of the term adiabatic rests on the concepts of heat and temperature. Thus, in Bailyn's survey of thermodynamics, Carathéodory's approach is called "mechanical", as distinct from "thermodynamic".[6] Carathéodory's "first axiomatically rigid foundation of thermodynamics" was acclaimed by Max Born[why?][7] but criticized by Max Planck.[8]
In his theory he simplified the basic concepts, for instance heat is not an essential concept but a derived one. He formulated the axiomatic principle of irreversibility in thermodynamics stating that inaccessibility of states is related to the existence of entropy, where temperature is the integration function. The Second Law of Thermodynamics was expressed via the following axiom: "In the neighbourhood of any initial state, there are states which cannot be approached arbitrarily close through adiabatic changes of state." In this connexion he coined the term adiabatic accessibility.[9]
Optics: Carathéodory's work in optics is closely related to his method in the calculus of variations. In 1926[10] he gave a strict and general proof that no system of lenses and mirrors can avoid aberration, except for the trivial case of plane mirrors. In his later work he gave the theory of the Schmidt telescope.
Historical: During the Second World War Carathéodory edited two volumes of Euler's Complete Works dealing with the Calculus of Variations which were submitted for publication in 1946.[11]
A conjecture: He is credited with the authorship of the Carathéodory conjecture claiming that a closed convex surface admits at least two umbilic points. As of 2007, this conjecture remained unproven despite having attracted a large amount of research.
See also

The Smyrna years

At the invitation of the Greek Prime Minister Eleftherios Venizelos he submitted a plan on 20 October 1919 for the creation of a new University at Smyrna in Asia Minor, to be named Ionian University of Smyrna. In 1920 Carathéodory was appointed Dean of the University and took a major part in establishing the institution, touring Europe to buy books and equipment. The university however never actually admitted students due to the War in Asia Minor which ended in the Great Fire of Smyrna. Carathéodory managed to save books from the library and was only rescued at the last moment by a journalist who took him by rowing boat to the battleship Naxos which was standing by. The present day University of the Aegean claims to be a continuation of Carathéodory's original plan.[12]
Carathéodory brought to Athens some of the university library and stayed in Athens, teaching at the university and technical school until 1924.
In 1924 Carathéodory was appointed professor of mathematics at the University of Munich, and held this position until retirement in 1938. He afterwards worked from the Bavarian Academy of Sciences until his death in 1950.

Linguistic talent

Carathéodory excelled at languages, much like many members of his family did. Greek and French were his first languages, and he mastered German with such perfection, that his writings composed in the German language are stylistic masterworks.[13] Carathéodory also spoke and wrote English, Italian, Turkish, and the ancient languages without any effort. Such an impressive linguistic arsenal enabled him to communicate and exchange ideas directly with other mathematicians during his numerous travels, and greatly extend his fields of knowledge.
Much more than that, Carathéodory was a treasured conversation partner for his fellow professors in the Munich Department of Philosophy. The well-respected, German philologist, professor of ancient languages Kurt von Fritz praised Carathéodory, saying that from him one could learn an endless amount about the old and new Greece, the old Greek language, and Hellenic mathematics. Fritz had numerous philosophical discussions with Carathéodory.
The Greek language was spoken exclusively in Carathéodory's house – his son Stephanos and daughter Despina went to a German high school, but they obtained daily additional instruction in Greek language and culture from a Greek priest. At home, they were not allowed to speak any other language.


Constantin Caratheodory at a mature age.
In 2002, in recognition of his achievements, the University of Munich named one of the largest lecture rooms in the mathematical institute the Constantin-Carathéodory Lecture Hall. [14]
Known correspondence Carathéodory–Einstein can be seen as facsimile in Einstein Archives Online (11 items). Three letters concern mathematics and these are printed in vol.8 of Einstein's Collected Works (Princeton Univ. Press 1987) now freely available online.[15]
In the town of Nea Vyssa, where Caratheodory's family came from, there is the unique Caratheodory's family museum. The museum is located in the central square of the town nearby the church and there are many personal items of Constantin as well as letters that he had changed with A. Einstein, for more information visit the original website of the club On the other hand, the Greek authorities intended for a long time to create a museum honoring Karatheodoris in Komotini, a major town of the northeastern Greek region, which is more than 200 km far away for the town of Nea Vyssa where his family came from. On 21 March 2009, the museum "Karatheodoris" (Καραθεοδωρής) opened its gates to the public, in Komotini.[16][17][18]
The coordinator of the Museum, Athanasios Lipordezis (Αθανάσιος Λιπορδέζης), noted that the museum gave home to original manuscripts of the mathematician of about 10,000 pages including correspondence of Carathéodory with the German mathematician Arthur Rozenthal for the algebraization of measure. Also visitors can view at the showcases the books " Gesammelte Mathematische Schriften Band 1,2,3,4 ", "Mass und Ihre Algebraiserung", " Reelle Functionen Band 1", " Zahlen/Punktionen Funktionen " and many more. Handwritten letters of C.Carathéodory to Albert Einstein, Hellmuth Kneser and photographs of the Carathéodory family are on display.
The effort to furnish the museum with more exhibits is continuous.[19][20][21]