Весь облик твой - мощь и свобода,
Твой разум - нейронная сеть,
Твой хлеб - изотоп водорода,
Дарующий силу взлететь.

Ты - больше, чем просто машина,
Я - больше, чем просто пилот,
В сознании нашем едином
Запущен последний отсчет.

Твой плазменный пульс - мегагерцы:
Дейтерий тяжелой воды
Горит в термоядерном сердце
Огнем рукотворной звезды.

Сжигаю дотла километры
Не сделав движения рук,
И вой ураганного ветра
Стихает, уйдя в ультразвук.

Земля в атмосферной вуали
Все дальше, и я сознаю,
Как счастлив мой ангел из стали
В своем безвоздушном раю.

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Когда я училась на первом курсе, попалась мне в руки замечательная книжка. Называлась она "Муза в храме науки", и представляла собой поэтический сборник, авторами которого стали советские учёные, лётчики и космонавты. Книга эта открыла для меня новую страницу в литературе, и я начала искать другие материалы по теме единства науки и поэзии. И однажды обратилась к Интернету, в котором, как мне тогда казалось, можно найти всё, что угодно. Каково же было моё разочарование, когда я не нашла ни одного тематического сайта, даже полного текста книги, так мне запомнившейся, не обнаружила! Тогда у меня появилась идея заполнить этотпробел.
Материал я собирала лет пять или шесть - всё то время, когда училась в институте. А потом потеряла его, не успев выложить в сеть (говорили мне старшие товарищи, бэкапы надо делать!), и повторить работу у меня не было сил.
А сейчас откуда-то появились силы. То ли под впечатлением начала рестарта игры, то ли прошло достаточно времени, чтобы обида на саму себя и память о том, то "это уже было прочитано, а это записано, неужели придётся всё заново писать?!" стёрлась, то ли Алексей Зарин встряхнул, сам о том не догадываясь. Так или иначе, я решилась на вторую попытку.

Этот раздел я создаю для сбора информации - любой информации по теме. Не обязательно вся она пойдёт на сайт, а может быть, до сайта дело и не
дойдёт, и всё так и останется на форуме. Не хочу сейчас строить никаких планов. А хочу для сначала обозначить точку сбора информации о тех, кто решил извечный спор между "физиками и лириками", приведя к единому знаменателю язык научный и язык поэтический. И если найдётся кто-нибудь,кто захочет мне помочь, я с удовольствием приму его в команду.

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Мы с Мишкой тоже там есть, в самом конце.

http://spnspacewind.diary.ru/p114057662.htm

То ли глюк, то ли больше нет возможности добавлять записи в цитатник сообщества (хотя система пишет, что всё добавлено, но в цитатнике ничего не появляется), то ли из-за того, что цитируемый дневник архивный. Поэтому пока оставляю здесь ссылки на посты, а потом видно будет, что с ними делать дальше.

archive.diary.ru/~ural-bizhu/?comments&postid=3...
archive.diary.ru/~ural-bizhu/?comments&postid=2...

http://spnspacewind.diary.ru/p96612269.htm

Это сообщество посвящено нам и нашим форумам ролевых игр.

http://spnspacewind.diary.ru/p85678492.htm

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If there was an afterlife, Hell would be a fever dream

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If there was an afterlife, Hell would be a fever dream

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If there was an afterlife, Hell would be a fever dream

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This type of thing is happening a lot. Someone goes off on a tangent and says "your mommy never bought you [whatever] and now you want to die", and then seem to forget I never mentioned [whatever] in the first place. Then they tell me I'm a piece of shit for killing myself over it. It's like they forget they're the one that mentioned [whatever] in the first place.

I'm sorry if your life is hard, but you forget you know jack-shit about mine. Being a white American male doesn't ensure you have an easy life.

For all you know, I could be crippled, have cancer, AIDS, or all three. Maybe I'm a midget? Maybe I have MS? Perhaps I have a rare skin disease that keeps me from ever seeing sunlight?

You don't know, and until you do, don't feed me shit about how good I've got it. I know the "post" button is a wonderland of temptation and it probably shouts "CLICK ME!" in a voice only you can hear. There's another voice I'm sure you have as well. It's the one that reminds you to look both ways before you cross the street, not put metal things in the microwave, and put a jacket on before you go make a snowman. It's the voice of common sense. I suggest you get acquainted with it.

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This type of thing is happening a lot. Someone goes off on a tangent and says "your mommy never bought you [whatever] and now you want to die", and then seem to forget I never mentioned [whatever] in the first place. Then they tell me I'm a piece of shit for killing myself over it. It's like they forget they're the one that mentioned [whatever] in the first place.

I'm sorry if your life is hard, but you forget you know jack-shit about mine. Being a white American male doesn't ensure you have an easy life.

For all you know, I could be crippled, have cancer, AIDS, or all three. Maybe I'm a midget? Maybe I have MS? Perhaps I have a rare skin disease that keeps me from ever seeing sunlight?

You don't know, and until you do, don't feed me shit about how good I've got it. I know the "post" button is a wonderland of temptation and it probably shouts "CLICK ME!" in a voice only you can hear. There's another voice I'm sure you have as well. It's the one that reminds you to look both ways before you cross the street, not put metal things in the microwave, and put a jacket on before you go make a snowman. It's the voice of common sense. I suggest you get acquainted with it.

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This type of thing is happening a lot. Someone goes off on a tangent and says "your mommy never bought you [whatever] and now you want to die", and then seem to forget I never mentioned [whatever] in the first place. Then they tell me I'm a piece of shit for killing myself over it. It's like they forget they're the one that mentioned [whatever] in the first place.

I'm sorry if your life is hard, but you forget you know jack-shit about mine. Being a white American male doesn't ensure you have an easy life.

For all you know, I could be crippled, have cancer, AIDS, or all three. Maybe I'm a midget? Maybe I have MS? Perhaps I have a rare skin disease that keeps me from ever seeing sunlight?

You don't know, and until you do, don't feed me shit about how good I've got it. I know the "post" button is a wonderland of temptation and it probably shouts "CLICK ME!" in a voice only you can hear. There's another voice I'm sure you have as well. It's the one that reminds you to look both ways before you cross the street, not put metal things in the microwave, and put a jacket on before you go make a snowman. It's the voice of common sense. I suggest you get acquainted with it.

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Okay, I'm going to try to consolidate this so that everyone's questions are answered. I feel I owe it to all of you.

1. Why are you going to kill yourself?
I have said before that I'm bipolar, but obviously this isn't enough to warrant suicide. I have other reasons, but many of them are too painful to remember, let alone put up for public ridicule. I also don't want to start a war of "one-ups" with people who think their problems are much more real and scarring than mine. Your pain is legitimate, I'm sure, and if you choose to think that mine is not because you think this is a lot of post-teen, angsty bullshit, then I guess I can't convince you otherwise. I have wrestled with the events in my life, and some of these events I can hardly think about without cringing. I just can't put them up for people to use as cannon fodder. I'm sorry.

2. Why are you making this journal?
I have tried to explain this in individual comments, but understandably, those comments are lost in the sheer volume of other people's "2 cents". I hope I can satisfy some of you with my answer. My original intent was to find one person who would stumble on this by accident. Someone submitted me to somethingawful, and I got more than I bargained for. So, dash that first intention. Of course, somethingawful is not the only reason I decided to go through with this despite the people who really do care. I can't lay out all my thoughts and reasons here; my brain is not a set of railroad tracks, moving purposefully in one direction. All I can tell you is that I reached the conclusion, and try to explain why this journal is still here. I want to record my thoughts. I want others to see these thoughts. I want to finally be heard. Dammit, I need to be heard. I'm sorry if this seems selfish to you, I'm sorry if I seem like nothing more than a bloodsucking attention whore. Whatever you think of me, know that all I want is the voice I have never had the courage to manifest before. The freedom of knowing this will not matter soon is what allows me to keep posting.

3. Is this an experiment?
A lot of people are under the impression that I am doing this for some sort of term paper or something. I can tell you one thing; I have never been to college, but I know that a bunch of comments from random people on the internet would make a shitty bibliography.

4. Why are you so fat?
Saying you're not fat on the internet is pretty futile. It is assumed that all people on the WWW are fat, if only because of their presence here. The picture is not me. Believe this if you want, or don't. It's the least of my concerns.

5. Why do you seem so happy if you are going to kill yourself?
I suggest you take a high-school health class if you don't know the answer to this.

6. Will you broadcast this on a webcam?
I'm a little crazy, but I'm not fucking depraved. Go to rotten.com, orgish.com, or go rent Faces of Death.

7. How are you going to do it?
I don't think that is important to anyone except those who get aroused by death. I also don't want people googling my method and finding enough info to make a connection, then sending this to the people that know me.

8. Why January 13th?
Yeah, as you probably guessed, this was an important day for me. It's the day I lost someone very dear to me, my brother Alex.

If I've missed anything, post your question and I will make an amendment.

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Okay, I'm going to try to consolidate this so that everyone's questions are answered. I feel I owe it to all of you.

1. Why are you going to kill yourself?
I have said before that I'm bipolar, but obviously this isn't enough to warrant suicide. I have other reasons, but many of them are too painful to remember, let alone put up for public ridicule. I also don't want to start a war of "one-ups" with people who think their problems are much more real and scarring than mine. Your pain is legitimate, I'm sure, and if you choose to think that mine is not because you think this is a lot of post-teen, angsty bullshit, then I guess I can't convince you otherwise. I have wrestled with the events in my life, and some of these events I can hardly think about without cringing. I just can't put them up for people to use as cannon fodder. I'm sorry.

2. Why are you making this journal?
I have tried to explain this in individual comments, but understandably, those comments are lost in the sheer volume of other people's "2 cents". I hope I can satisfy some of you with my answer. My original intent was to find one person who would stumble on this by accident. Someone submitted me to somethingawful, and I got more than I bargained for. So, dash that first intention. Of course, somethingawful is not the only reason I decided to go through with this despite the people who really do care. I can't lay out all my thoughts and reasons here; my brain is not a set of railroad tracks, moving purposefully in one direction. All I can tell you is that I reached the conclusion, and try to explain why this journal is still here. I want to record my thoughts. I want others to see these thoughts. I want to finally be heard. Dammit, I need to be heard. I'm sorry if this seems selfish to you, I'm sorry if I seem like nothing more than a bloodsucking attention whore. Whatever you think of me, know that all I want is the voice I have never had the courage to manifest before. The freedom of knowing this will not matter soon is what allows me to keep posting.

3. Is this an experiment?
A lot of people are under the impression that I am doing this for some sort of term paper or something. I can tell you one thing; I have never been to college, but I know that a bunch of comments from random people on the internet would make a shitty bibliography.

4. Why are you so fat?
Saying you're not fat on the internet is pretty futile. It is assumed that all people on the WWW are fat, if only because of their presence here. The picture is not me. Believe this if you want, or don't. It's the least of my concerns.

5. Why do you seem so happy if you are going to kill yourself?
I suggest you take a high-school health class if you don't know the answer to this.

6. Will you broadcast this on a webcam?
I'm a little crazy, but I'm not fucking depraved. Go to rotten.com, orgish.com, or go rent Faces of Death.

7. How are you going to do it?
I don't think that is important to anyone except those who get aroused by death. I also don't want people googling my method and finding enough info to make a connection, then sending this to the people that know me.

8. Why January 13th?
Yeah, as you probably guessed, this was an important day for me. It's the day I lost someone very dear to me, my brother Alex.

If I've missed anything, post your question and I will make an amendment.

http://users.livejournal.com/-countdown/2209.html

Okay, I'm going to try to consolidate this so that everyone's questions are answered. I feel I owe it to all of you.

1. Why are you going to kill yourself?
I have said before that I'm bipolar, but obviously this isn't enough to warrant suicide. I have other reasons, but many of them are too painful to remember, let alone put up for public ridicule. I also don't want to start a war of "one-ups" with people who think their problems are much more real and scarring than mine. Your pain is legitimate, I'm sure, and if you choose to think that mine is not because you think this is a lot of post-teen, angsty bullshit, then I guess I can't convince you otherwise. I have wrestled with the events in my life, and some of these events I can hardly think about without cringing. I just can't put them up for people to use as cannon fodder. I'm sorry.

2. Why are you making this journal?
I have tried to explain this in individual comments, but understandably, those comments are lost in the sheer volume of other people's "2 cents". I hope I can satisfy some of you with my answer. My original intent was to find one person who would stumble on this by accident. Someone submitted me to somethingawful, and I got more than I bargained for. So, dash that first intention. Of course, somethingawful is not the only reason I decided to go through with this despite the people who really do care. I can't lay out all my thoughts and reasons here; my brain is not a set of railroad tracks, moving purposefully in one direction. All I can tell you is that I reached the conclusion, and try to explain why this journal is still here. I want to record my thoughts. I want others to see these thoughts. I want to finally be heard. Dammit, I need to be heard. I'm sorry if this seems selfish to you, I'm sorry if I seem like nothing more than a bloodsucking attention whore. Whatever you think of me, know that all I want is the voice I have never had the courage to manifest before. The freedom of knowing this will not matter soon is what allows me to keep posting.

3. Is this an experiment?
A lot of people are under the impression that I am doing this for some sort of term paper or something. I can tell you one thing; I have never been to college, but I know that a bunch of comments from random people on the internet would make a shitty bibliography.

4. Why are you so fat?
Saying you're not fat on the internet is pretty futile. It is assumed that all people on the WWW are fat, if only because of their presence here. The picture is not me. Believe this if you want, or don't. It's the least of my concerns.

5. Why do you seem so happy if you are going to kill yourself?
I suggest you take a high-school health class if you don't know the answer to this.

6. Will you broadcast this on a webcam?
I'm a little crazy, but I'm not fucking depraved. Go to rotten.com, orgish.com, or go rent Faces of Death.

7. How are you going to do it?
I don't think that is important to anyone except those who get aroused by death. I also don't want people googling my method and finding enough info to make a connection, then sending this to the people that know me.

8. Why January 13th?
Yeah, as you probably guessed, this was an important day for me. It's the day I lost someone very dear to me, my brother Alex.

If I've missed anything, post your question and I will make an amendment.

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Someone told me that the Christmas tree set up on a large piece of equipment in my town is put up every year by a volunteer. Someone actually climbs to the top in the middle of winter and strings lights around the wire frame. They do this so that everyone in the town can see and enjoy it. I don't know if this is true or not. I'd like to think it is.

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