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 11 Jul 2010 @ 14:31
Germany arrived at the very last second of the match for the third place [link] of the Worldcup 2010 with a one goal lead and the Mexican referee granted a free kick [link] to the team of Uruguay.
I heard a scream in my head "Don't look! Don't look!". It was my mother, God bless her, who raised from her grave to give me one more advice. She was convinced that 'not looking' would help to avert such serious danger. And so it did! I turned my head away, and, and, and, Forlan hit the cross bar. [link]
It worked!!! Both my mother and Quantum Theory were right on! Thank you for all!
But then, some people do the opposite, they STARE at an event to make it work. Whatever the resulting eigenvalue may sum up to, that is the big question.
The property of non-locality of the 'hidden variable' postulated by Einstein, Podolsky (not the one in the German soccer team!), Rosen, Bohm, etc pp is still at debate for whoever cares to argue about.
Meanwhile our ancestors, riding the wave across time through our memories, are still acting up to lend their support to vital questions such as national honor and whether eggs should be fried with butter or with olive oil.
For my part I am convinced that the question of the 'hidden variables', aka Quantum Potential, has been solved thousands of years ago through the system of Ifá and its 256 possible potentials; 256 of them, not 242 as Alain Aspect and Paul Kwiat have counted [link] .
The proof is in the pudding, of course, as we all know (and our mothers, too): the moment you look, it already changes. And if you don't look, whoever plays Germany will hit the cross bar instead of making a goal! This is the crux of quantum events and Ifá alike: you can never prove it being correct using the established 'scientific method' [link], the Pater Noster [link] of Science, the post-positivistic religion of our times.
Well, I shall use the few hours before the final of the wordcup 2010 to meditate once more about the ancient Koan "are the hidden variables of Ifá (the 'Odu') local or non-local"? Please join me in my meditation! Dive deep into the morphogenetic field and the living memory of our ancestors to find the solution to all the questions that were never asked! More >
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 3 Jul 2010 @ 13:32
Brazil dethroned before being crowned: a lesson not just for Brazilian fans and pros but also for the sideline philosopher.
All went well before the interval, the match appeared already decided. Whatever happened during the break, we may never come to know. What we do know that the game of the 'seleçao' disintegrated inexplicably. The consequence of a lack of harmony within a system demonstrates itself in strange ways: a seemingly unimportant action escalates to a game-breaking event. Processes like that have been come to be known as the 'butterfly effect'. The fact is that the team of the Netherlands, of which South and North Hollands are merely provinces, did not have a single chance in the first 53 minutes of the game but the Brazilian "Eigentor" gave it wings to finish off the rest.
An Eigentor is a goal made by a player against his own team. (for the etymology of 'Eigen' see [link],_eigenvector_and_eigenspace ). But the goal in question wasn't even that. Melo, the unlucky Brazilian fellow credited with the goal, happened to just be in the way of the ball which found its own way through the phalanx of players right into the Brazilian goal.
The sideline philosopher is being prompted with the question: at which point do parts of a working system fail and turn against the system itself? Many have tried but nobody I know of has yet found a clear answer, whether we look at cancer in medicine or "homeland" terrorism in social sciences.
[pausing here to see the match between Germany and Argentina]
Well, here I am again, during the interval, "Halbzeit" (halftime), to throw in another Germanism.
1:0 for Germany. Nobody seems to have learned anything from the previous games. Like Brazil yesterday, the German team failed to draw advantage of a strong first half of the match. Except that Argentina is playing much, much stronger than the Netherlands. Balls shot high over the goal and failure to make the obvious pass to the fellow player. In the attempt to gain the credits for goals for oneself and not for the another player of one's own team, more chances have been wasted in this cup than the total number of goals so far.
As mentioned, the quality of the players is at such a high standard for ALL teams that more than ever the final decision of a match lies within the attitude, or even bias, of the refereree and the strategy of the coach. Besides some luck, of course.
Luck? Does luck really exist or is it just a statistical event in a situation tilted towards a certain result? Germany was lacking the 'Wille zum Tor" (will to score) after the early hit, just like Brazil yesterday. Methinks 'luck' is always on the side of who really wants to score and even a biased referee must ultimately yield to goals shot, whether he wants a certain team to win or not. We will see shortly, who will emerge from the 15-minute break and have the 'will' to decide the match...
[pausing here for the second half]
Wow! They did it and it was good for a 4:0 in the best game yet of this world cup. And a game with a low number of fouls and a pleasure to the eye (more on the aesthetics of ball games at another time).
Germany has the youngest team of all in this world cup, way to go for the future. Of course, the idea of a 'national' team appears a bit out-of-date for teams like Germany or France with African, East-Europe, and Southamerican natives who have been 'naturalized' (with soda??? or how??). Most of the rest of the native-natives of the team are playing in countries than their own. Given the fact that many nations employ coaches from other countries one may very well state that the time of 'national teams' is over and the original idea lost in the shuffle.
In any case, I should really change the picture for this article. But I will need to take a break before seeing the next game Paraguay against Spain this afternoon. Over and out. More >
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 1 Jul 2010 @ 22:02
Someone gave our little Anthony (3 yrs 2 months by now) a Vuvuzuela. BIIIIIIG MISTAKE!!!! Knowing already how to squeeze out sounds out of didgeridoos and everything that looks like a pipe, it took a mere 0 point five seconds to figure out how to drone along. For the full range, he needs some more physical strength, fortunately, but this will be only a matter of time. Meanwhile, at the most innocent moments, the sacred tranquillity of the Sandorian Grove is threatened by the mark-shattering call of the Vuvuzuela.
At the wedding of a neigbour of the Grove the other night, we forced him to let go of the develish thing. if I would have known that the bride showed up on a super-bike, a trike to be precise, I would have thought twice about it. A trike is one of the oddest solutions to the transportation problem. Considering where we live, I would have expected a lot of horses in front of the chapel. which would have made much more sense to me.
But, as we discussed already more than once on this BLOG, deep down in the religions of mankind the purpose of this Universe, life, and Everything can be summarized ultimately as sheer VANITY. Vanity in caps, to be clear. Only this bitter-sweet truth can also justify the current crazyness about some balls being kicked around on grass spots in South Africa.
Soccer, like any sport, is utterly useless, a waste in time and resources for everyone except for More >
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 30 Jun 2010 @ 14:51
After three days full of soccer, heaps to eat, and lots of heated discussion, our sweet family came back from my mother-in-law who resides in a safe distance of more than 120km from the Grove. We survived the welcome-back kisses of our Rottweiler and Shepherd with only one blue eye and two torn shirts and I'm back in business again. Thanks to Mortimer, I got reminded of the grim prospects of the 'real' world, the oil still flushing out in the Gulf of Mexico, a fact much worse than Mexico's loss against Argentina on the soccer field.
The parallels are frightening: as on the soccer field, the players are running around like crazed chickens and nobody is stepping up to take a decisive action. TIME IS RUNNING OUT and and the rules are not as clear as to whether Nature will grant us humans an overtime or not.
Like in this worldcup what is lacking is 'der Wille zum Tor!", the 'Will to score', the will to take a concrete action to bring about a decision.
We're not talking just about good intentions here, not about wishful thinking or or public declarations. This 'field of dreams' is real, and large parts of it are under water now, water mixed with oil and hitherto unknown chemicals.
Is it simply the inability of the players on the field to put an end to the drama or is there a hidden strategy behind this? Some spectators begin to ask themselves who may be the coach behind the team of global players, and if those are perhaps just puppets on a string. As I mentioned in the 'worldcup for dummies', Italy's coach coaxed the downfall of his own team by ignoring the most simple archetypal strategies [link] of the soccer game until the last 20 minutes of the knock-out game. With only a few minutes more his late wisdom would have born fruits, but alas, time was running out and the acting world champion joined the fate of vice-champion France: going home early.
Unlike in the worldcup, though, mankind does not have a place to retreat to and rest: our playing field is Earth and it is the only field of dreams we have for now.
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 26 Jun 2010 @ 20:45
but why wait so long to shoot some goals????
Now the soccer fever finally swapped over to the States. Even Bill Clinton and Mick Jagger are discussing the game in the VIP section of the South African soccer stadium.
More than time, overtime so to speak, to explain why such a simple game is able to move so many emotions all over the world. Too late of course, oh well...
Worldcup for Dummies (from [link] )
(An archetypal analysis of ad-hoc teams for novices, experts, and fans alike)
This year the entire world entered into the soccer fever for an entire month. Worldwide? Well, the average North-American is clueless how 22 adult men can run after a ball for 90 minutes without shooting a single goal and still talk of a fascinating game. For someone who was not raised with this sport, who never played even a little bit at the beach, the fascination with this game is certainly an enigma. And those who know the game usually don't think much about its ṕsychology, its unwritten implicate rules - they simply enjoy the drama as it unfolds.
And a drama it is, a spectacle with well-defined characters, with its good guys and its bad boys, its fouls, fools, and everyone under the sun is an expert. While its actors are fighting to the last second with self-less dedication, the adrenaline level is building up significantly every minute. All the losses and misses, nearly-goals, lost chances, shots onto the goal being saved heroically, all of these increase the tension of actors and spectactors to seemingly unsupportable heights. Only then the final climax of a ball entering a goal can become an orgastic experience or a traumatic shock, depending which side one is supporting in the game. Without becoming a fan for one of the sides, the game is a pointless waste of time indeed. But if one does, for 90 minutes life has another meaning. And only so it can happen that the whistle of the referree after a match without a single goal can cause a huge sigh of relief, make ordinary people dance in the street in cold rain and create new symbols in today's life and culture. More >
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