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Spooky Activity

“Spooky activity” is faster than the speed of light. It defies Einstein! It could be the end of the Recession—fast!

Spooky activity is a nuclear physics term to describe behavior of “twin” protons that orient instantly opposite each other at a distance. So if you turn one proton up, the other one turns down faster than the speed of c. Wow, gee. Here on earth where non-brilliant geniuses live, the immediate application is in secured data transfers, such as used by banks and financial institutions, encrypting and decoding.

I’m guessing a large percentage of us have bank accounts, so this applies.

Such transfers today use a combination lock of ever rotating strings of binary code, you know, ones and zeros. However, because spooky activity is not confined to the speed of light as through fiber optic cables, you could lose money out of your account faster than you even knew it was in there. A stimulus package could be distributed and used up that much more instantly.

Einstein gave us the equation: E = mc2, where the Economy = money multiplied by c (for the speed of light) squared.

However, if we replace “c” with spooky activity, then we can accelerate our financial recovery thus:

Economy = money X spooky activity squared

Or we could speed up thermo-nuclear pandemic fiscal disaster.

Boo!

China Made In Japan

My grandmother had more china than dinner courses. She had plates and cups and saucers, as far as you’d expect. She had bowls and demi-bowls, and saucers and demi-saucers and demi-demi-saucers and gravy boats stuck to platters and gravy tankers, which I guess were really tourrins. In any case, I inherited the lot.

I also inherited two tea sets, one a yellow-colored rose, the other a blushing pink, both matching gold rimmed, very old from when my family arrived from England in 1900.

Then I went and had two sons. They’d just as soon shoot the stuff with bee-bee guns.

Once I met a woman who had two sons, like myself. She also had two tea sets, which she kept prominently displayed. The beauty and delicacy of the sets were finely wrought in a well-lit cabinet which faced the inside of the front door. “I’ve promised the tea sets to the women who will marry my sons,” the woman told me. “The first bride gets to choose which set she wants.” So I figure I’ll offer the same thing.

But I really don’t know what to do with my grandmother’s china, the full twelve place-settings. It was her wedding gift to me, her youngest grandchild. I can remember seeing it on her hutch, and eating off it. She used it EVERY Sunday and only one teacup of the twelve is chipped.

Furthermore, when I got married, friends of my father heard of the china and the story of its one chipped teacup. By then, the Noritake pattern had been discontinued, but these friends found a complete, six-place tea set of the exact match at a garage sale. So now I have seventeen cups! Eighteen saucers! Eighteen cake plates! Plus double sugar and double creamer!

Perhaps I shall have to wait for a granddaughter to figure out what to do with all that. In the meantime, I enjoy my grandmother’s china, and the rose pattern reminds me of her garden.

Happy Mothers' Day.