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Failed to connect to MySQL: (1203) User howardkn already has more than 'max_user_connections' active connectionsPath: news.eternal-september.org!eternal-september.org!feeder3.eternal-september.org!news.mixmin.net!weretis.net!feeder8.news.weretis.net!reader5.news.weretis.net!news.solani.org!.POSTED!not-for-mail From: Physfitfreak Newsgroups: sci.physics Subject: Re: The Suspicious Journals of Ross A. Kosmanson :-) Date: Sat, 31 May 2025 17:54:22 -0500 Organization: Modern Human Message-ID: <101g1av$7kmb$1@solani.org> References: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Injection-Date: Sat, 31 May 2025 22:54:24 -0000 (UTC) Injection-Info: solani.org; logging-data="250571"; mail-complaints-to="abuse@news.solani.org" User-Agent: Mozilla Thunderbird Cancel-Lock: sha1:TchhzsAKe/DIK0+0dfAy+8sAueg= Content-Language: en-US, fa-IR In-Reply-To: X-User-ID: eJwFwQkBwDAIA0BL5UkocigM/xJ2B6Owwwk6FvsqtwsJrnAgftpbv339ODGrI1aRd8ywNqJkH2poXqtM/G7MFXA= LOGIC, RADIATION, AND THE ART OF DRUNKEN PHILOSOPHY: FIELD NOTES FROM CHERNOBYL The cracked concrete beneath my Italian leather shoes groans as I adjust my silk cravat. My tweed jacket - that proud uniform of academia - lies abandoned in the radioactive mud, replaced by an ensemble more befitting a man who has seen the void and decided to accessorize. The Geiger counter on my hip clicks a steady rhythm, keeping time like a metronome for the apocalypse. Before me lies Pripyat's abandoned amusement park, where a Ferris wheel stands frozen in time and the swings move with no children to push them. This, I realize, is the perfect place to contemplate the failures of formal logic. I have a crystal decanter of 1945 Château Margaux (because if one must face the heat death of the universe, one might as well have good wine), have custom-tailored white silk suit which I have a feeling is faintly glowing, and enjoy a gold medallion hanging around my neck featuring Bertrand Russell's likeness (for moral support). There is a mutated crow on a dead tree looking at me. I drink, philosophize, and repeat. Bertie, you magnificent bastard, I slur to the crow and the empty air, swirling my wine. The glass catches the afternoon light, casting prismatic reflections on the decaying bumper cars. You built this beautiful logical edifice only to have it collapse under its own weight. Much like this Soviet infrastructure, really. crow caws in what I choose to interpret as agreement. I kick a moldering copy of Formal Systems, sending it skittering across the pavement. Look at this! I gesture wildly at the reactor sarcophagus in the distance. That's recursion in action! Feed a system enough energy and it will consume itself. Feed logic enough paradoxes and... The wine makes an elegant counterargument at this point by exiting my nostrils. Tapping my temple, I address the crow, "You see, my feathered colleague, the human brain is nature's most elaborate error-handling routine. And free will?" I pause for another sip. "Free will is just the universe's way of saying '404 Page Not Found.'" At this moment, the crow demonstrates an unexpected proof by spontaneous combustion into a cloud of feathers. No logical system can account for the aesthetic choices of mutated waterfowl. Radiation gives wine a certain.. je ne sais quoi As the sun sets over the reactor, casting long shadows through the ghost city, I raise my glass in a final toast: "To Bertrand Russell, to incomplete systems, and to all the crows who gave their lives for epistemology." The Geiger counter's clicking accelerates. Perhaps it's applauding. Ross A. Kosmanson March 31, 2025 On a bench inside a crumbling Soviet-era park, Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, Ukraine