Have we really contributed to the world at all? Growing up we didn't have to get water from a well for our family walking miles with blisters all over your hands and back to keep them all alive, we didn't have to farm our own subsistence crops and grow fond of our animals that we needed to slaughter for our growth. We didn't have to walk barefoot in the snow to get to school everyday, heck we can hardly be bothered in an airconditioned, airbagged, ergonomic motor vehicle. Once upon a time we had big dreams and a will to go through any strifes to get to those dreams. Those dreams were drowned in a sea of monotonous leisure and selfishness. The only time we talk to family is when we are dragged to the dinner table, and even then we choose to be indifferent to their aged wisdom, to push them away and label them senile through their wrinkles of experience and their gray hairs of vast knowledge.
Where does orange juice come from? A plastic bottle from the refrigerator, from a shelf at the supermarket put there by the cute grocery boy, in a factory, from a blender bought from a homeshopping infomercial never touched and collecting dust.
Do you look to every coming day and wish desperately that the sun will rise so we can all wake up? It's inevitable isn't it? How would you know if it didn't?
Sometimes we have to take our iPods out of our ears and hear the vibrations of everything around us. Try to make a meal completely from scratch: grow your own wheat, grind your own flour, get your own eggs, curdle your own milk to butter, farm your own honey...... And maybe it'll seem a lot easier than ordering pizza by text.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I want to retire!
Weirdly enough I had a drive through Hilda Ross retirement village and I fell in love slowly and suddenly. For those brief minutes I wished I was dependent and my cells were shrivelled with age so I could buy one of those townhouses within the confines of a safe and secure sunny estate with a awesome pond and 24/7 nurse accessibility :O I would have all the time in the world to myself to do.. whatever I want to! i could write a book, be an online criminal or celebrity, learn 10 new instruments or exercise my domestic abilities for that once a year opportunity to see my children, successful and famous overseas with spoilt pretty children :D that would be the life.
Well I'm halfway there in the way that I can't eat solids and my memory's as good as a gnat. I spent half an hour looking for my mobile phone yesterday to find it was attached to my neck :P
I'm beginning to resent taking those premolars out. It was $150 for 10 minutes of the actual extraction and an hour in the waiting room with nothing but old women magazines and brooding suspense. My mouth constantly tastes like blood (morbid) and my other teeth have formed a furry top layer from lack of brushing. While I'm sadly eating mushy potatoes and soup I repeat the mantra in my head that this is for cosmetic purposes... it will help me get a nice job one day... with paid holiday leave... and maternity leave... and medical insurance.........................
So I will make use of my current youth and do what youth do best, procrastinate and complain. Chow!
Well I'm halfway there in the way that I can't eat solids and my memory's as good as a gnat. I spent half an hour looking for my mobile phone yesterday to find it was attached to my neck :P
I'm beginning to resent taking those premolars out. It was $150 for 10 minutes of the actual extraction and an hour in the waiting room with nothing but old women magazines and brooding suspense. My mouth constantly tastes like blood (morbid) and my other teeth have formed a furry top layer from lack of brushing. While I'm sadly eating mushy potatoes and soup I repeat the mantra in my head that this is for cosmetic purposes... it will help me get a nice job one day... with paid holiday leave... and maternity leave... and medical insurance.........................
So I will make use of my current youth and do what youth do best, procrastinate and complain. Chow!
Eww holidays are so bleak
There were 2 powercuts on Saturday night, one in the afternoon for half a second which did nothing but irritate us when we ended up righting the resetted times on our microwaves. A big one happened a bit later at night when the primetime tv shows come on and families are united for that less than an hour for dinner, the meal of conversation. Babies cried, people ran out with flashlights, angry residents abused their mobile phone usage (the telephone lines were cut too) and for the first time in years I saw our street in pitch black . I proved myself the backbone of the family when I pulled out my collection of birthday/Christmas/Thank you's/etc candles and put out the screaming from my siblings. Thank goodness it was all over in 10 minutes, I don't think I could stand my brother without tv to watch, it would involve me interacting with him :P
A few overcast and equally bleak days passed and I got 2 premolars yanked out of me by a sadistic moustached man who controls the suffering of his victims with legal torture weapons. They don't call it a murderhouse for nothing I guess. A dentist invented the first electric chair, the execution one that is. While I was lying venerable with my pupils bleaching in the blinding light contemplating why dentists have the highest suicide rates (I can't actually confirm that) my executioner went for a coffee... When he came back my bottom lip felt as swollen as a pig's stomach and I lost all feeling in it. I wonder if he enjoyed himself chuckling under his moustache that probably harbours disease after poking a hole in my gum to see if it was numb. If anyone ever told you dental surgery was delicate and precise they lied to you. He practically plied my tooth out of me taking hold with both hands moving it to and fro as if my tooth was a leaky tap. The dental assistant had piercings all over her face and didn't look as if she made the transition between teenagehood
I left with a handicapped mouth that i couldn't even control enough to ask for a tissue. He read my mind and gave me one with a lovely final word which warmed my heart "here's a tissue incase you drool all over yourself" his smile was the radiant sunshine of my day so I returned an equally radiating smile as a gesture of my thankfulness.
This reminds me of a quote from a movie I saw recently (I think it was Juno): "Doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people suffer" I'm sure going to have a lot of fun when I be a doctor. It'll be like butchering except with people involved - even better!
A few overcast and equally bleak days passed and I got 2 premolars yanked out of me by a sadistic moustached man who controls the suffering of his victims with legal torture weapons. They don't call it a murderhouse for nothing I guess. A dentist invented the first electric chair, the execution one that is. While I was lying venerable with my pupils bleaching in the blinding light contemplating why dentists have the highest suicide rates (I can't actually confirm that) my executioner went for a coffee... When he came back my bottom lip felt as swollen as a pig's stomach and I lost all feeling in it. I wonder if he enjoyed himself chuckling under his moustache that probably harbours disease after poking a hole in my gum to see if it was numb. If anyone ever told you dental surgery was delicate and precise they lied to you. He practically plied my tooth out of me taking hold with both hands moving it to and fro as if my tooth was a leaky tap. The dental assistant had piercings all over her face and didn't look as if she made the transition between teenagehood
I left with a handicapped mouth that i couldn't even control enough to ask for a tissue. He read my mind and gave me one with a lovely final word which warmed my heart "here's a tissue incase you drool all over yourself" his smile was the radiant sunshine of my day so I returned an equally radiating smile as a gesture of my thankfulness.
This reminds me of a quote from a movie I saw recently (I think it was Juno): "Doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people suffer" I'm sure going to have a lot of fun when I be a doctor. It'll be like butchering except with people involved - even better!
Friday, April 25, 2008
One in 10 Kiwis eyeing Aussie
A staggering one in 10 voters are considering a move to Australia as today's Fairfax Media-Nielsen poll shows Labour struggling to turn around a mood for change.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/4497041a10.html
-Maybe it's time for a change in government?
http://www.stuff.co.nz/4497041a10.html
-Maybe it's time for a change in government?
Stretching my new Blogging Legs
Wow! You can change the size of the font! ...And the colour!
and the justification
as well as adding a picture
And a List.
Top 10 Reasons why I love blogging:
- Its fun
- Its easy
- It fills in spare time
- Its good for procrastinating schoolwork
- Keeps you in tune with the thoughts of run-of-the-mill people
- Keeps you in tune with the thoughts of highbrow celebrities
- A creative outlet
- Exercises basic literacy skills
- Might make me rich one day
- I can fit in with all the 'in' teenagers of the 21st century!
AngstTowardsOpenOfficeFIRSTEVER
Today is: 24 April 2008
The time is: 10:35PM
Currently the location is: Lily's bedroom on her bed at her laptop which is propped on a large white cushion. The surroundings are messy with books and clothes lying around where they shouldn't be, and Lily is grieving for the end of her MS Word 2007 trial that she hardly used. OpenOffice isn't nearly half as flash but I guess one shouldn't expect anything spectacular from anything free :P still, it works and Documents Words which was the purpose in the first place. Still, I'll miss WordArt and the anthropomorophic paperclip that gave me nightmares and visions of its demented face. He never really answered my questions. I asked him where the toilet was and he responded with the blue screen of death every computer user fears.
I have RealPlayer mail! How queer, I'm not even connected to the internet, did the mail just piece together out of thin air? I swear downloading RealPlayer added at least another minute to my laptop startup time, making a comfy fit onto the crowded system tray. I wish I knew how to fiddle with the settings so I have nothing on my system tray to lag up the startup. Heck I wish I had a newer, prettier laptop. That's how loyal I am! *cause I am a material girl? *
There isn't even a paperclip anymore, its an inanimate pixellated picture of a sun without a face or anything on it to indicate life. I don't want a hot flaming ball of gas to help me figure out what is wrong with my typing. The graphical layout is shockingly bland. You'd think since it's open source everyone would have teared at it with downloadable skins, taskbars, widgets, etc but no it resembles MS Word maybe 5,10 years ago. I don't actually know if it has customisable skins yet but let's check anyway :P
I didn't find any prospect of skin customisation, or I'm just a slack looker, but on the brightside I've added a new Word Count button onto the toolbar next to spell check. It says here I've written (or typed) 367 Words. Now 370. Now 372. Now 374. Now 376...................... That's not actually that much it's like half a good essay and about a third of a Cambridge essay. Which reminds me regrettedly of my half-witted job on my first Cambridge essay. I wrote a third of it the night before it was due, all except the last paragraph and the conclusion in the morning, and the rest in form class/ first period english which was as good as drivel taken from a drunk under hypnosis. My textual analysis skills aren't that super good especially not by itself without any aid. The poem's not even that good. VM Jones did better in Shooting The Moon which was supposed to be by a 14 year old. I guess they're just different contexts. Ah well. Hopefully I get more than 10 marks out of 25. Fingers crossed as tight as pretzels.. 517 words... :)
The time is: 10:35PM
Currently the location is: Lily's bedroom on her bed at her laptop which is propped on a large white cushion. The surroundings are messy with books and clothes lying around where they shouldn't be, and Lily is grieving for the end of her MS Word 2007 trial that she hardly used. OpenOffice isn't nearly half as flash but I guess one shouldn't expect anything spectacular from anything free :P still, it works and Documents Words which was the purpose in the first place. Still, I'll miss WordArt and the anthropomorophic paperclip that gave me nightmares and visions of its demented face. He never really answered my questions. I asked him where the toilet was and he responded with the blue screen of death every computer user fears.
I have RealPlayer mail! How queer, I'm not even connected to the internet, did the mail just piece together out of thin air? I swear downloading RealPlayer added at least another minute to my laptop startup time, making a comfy fit onto the crowded system tray. I wish I knew how to fiddle with the settings so I have nothing on my system tray to lag up the startup. Heck I wish I had a newer, prettier laptop. That's how loyal I am! *cause I am a material girl? *
There isn't even a paperclip anymore, its an inanimate pixellated picture of a sun without a face or anything on it to indicate life. I don't want a hot flaming ball of gas to help me figure out what is wrong with my typing. The graphical layout is shockingly bland. You'd think since it's open source everyone would have teared at it with downloadable skins, taskbars, widgets, etc but no it resembles MS Word maybe 5,10 years ago. I don't actually know if it has customisable skins yet but let's check anyway :P
I didn't find any prospect of skin customisation, or I'm just a slack looker, but on the brightside I've added a new Word Count button onto the toolbar next to spell check. It says here I've written (or typed) 367 Words. Now 370. Now 372. Now 374. Now 376...................... That's not actually that much it's like half a good essay and about a third of a Cambridge essay. Which reminds me regrettedly of my half-witted job on my first Cambridge essay. I wrote a third of it the night before it was due, all except the last paragraph and the conclusion in the morning, and the rest in form class/ first period english which was as good as drivel taken from a drunk under hypnosis. My textual analysis skills aren't that super good especially not by itself without any aid. The poem's not even that good. VM Jones did better in Shooting The Moon which was supposed to be by a 14 year old. I guess they're just different contexts. Ah well. Hopefully I get more than 10 marks out of 25. Fingers crossed as tight as pretzels.. 517 words... :)
Baby Miracle
I did watch the CloseUp feature on Baby Miracle and words can't truly express how the world and I myself feel for her.
http://babymiracle.co.nz/
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/category/story.cfm?c_id=204&objectid=10473811
http://babymiracle.co.nz/
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/category/story.cfm?c_id=204&objectid=10473811
Hooray for ANZAC and Gallipoli!
I may not have participated in the Dawn Parade, or bought a poppy, nor am I a direct descendant of those passed away in the war of Gallipoli, but I feel I have well and truly celebrated ANZAC day and in the most contemporary fashion possible.
It's nearly my sister's birthday so my mother and I went out for a lighthearted shop around town only to remember it was a public holiday today . The fact that pretty much no cars were on the road kind of nudged a big flashing neon sign of a clue in our faces but we just ignored anything out of the ordinary. I had never seen town so empty except on Christmas day. Around 12:30 a flooding of traffic rushed over the bridge and took all the good parking spaces. Come 1 o'clock there was a mexican wave of shop doors opening. My mother and I planned to stay for around an hour, but 50% off kitchenware and diningware at Briscoes soon put an end to that silly notion. Wallets were lightened and cars were filled with junk no one really imagined would benefit their life, but were cheap in times of fluctuating inflation rates. There was extreme human traffic at Pak 'N' Save who were offering a 'generous' 10c off the 185.9c/L fuel if you spend $70, which was funny because the BP station just opposite was offering just as 'generously' 188.9c/L without a 10c discount. It's funny, I've never seen anybody tight about their money till these recent years/just this year. Now everyone's on the balls of their feet to catch the biggest bargains or to save 4c off a litre of fuel. You just have to think of it like this: 10c off 185.9c/L fuel is probably the price of the fuel last week. Yet people bring themselves to the effort of leaving their house, driving maybe a few more kilometres than they usually do to save a dollar or two off petrol which would have been used in driving there and back anyway.
Apparently (according to the grapevine) one Auckland petrol station misprinted its petrol price to something extremely cheap (like 40c or something) and by mid-morning a queue was formed to the end of the road. Even though they realised their mistake they would probably have had to give all the petrol hungry customers the price they were expecting. Quite honestly, who would be bothered waiting an entire morning to buy petrol, no matter how cheap it is? People who are desperate .
The petrol station Gull dropped the price of their 91 petrol by 8 cents in comparison with its other leading competitors (Shell, BP, Mobil, etc) at 7am yesterday till 9am today. Its probably the only way it'll get customers, who are willing to pull themselves away from the loyalty of the bigger companies to save a few cents. I remember back when petrol was only 80c a Litre. Holidays weren't so much of a headache. Search fuel or petrol on any NZ news site and you're more than likely return with 'prices up to a new record' or something about biofuel. Yes, there is a biofuel bill in NZ, and no, biofuels are not good.
Though biofuels had a big advantage over fossil fuels in that they absorbed carbon dioxide while they were growing, some had a carbon footprint equal to or bigger than fossil fuels due to high emissions from infrastructure and cultivation.
Quite right, I agree completely. Biofuel is ecologically and socially harming. The amount of crops grown to make enough biofuel to fill the tank of a Range Rover can feed someone for a year. Rainforests were cleared by burning to make way for biofuel crops. The price of food crops have risen by 30% in some places in Africa that aren't well off because of competition with biofuel crops. We're not really going to run out of crude oil, there are reserves out in the ocean and in other obscure places in the world. But money isn't being put into those endeavours but rather into what's easier which is biofuel.
Back to the main point, about ANZAC day! Yes its just as commercialised as any other holiday even though people fought and died for New Zealand's freedom on this day exactly 9 decades ago. But it's warming to see some who wake up a few hours earlier to commemorate their bravery and service to our country's honour .
As the dawn broke over a cloudy Auckland this morning, 20,000 people at the Cenotaph at the Auckland Domain stood in silence.
No one spoke and for one minute, as the crowd remembered the dead from all wars, all that could be heard was an occasional cough.
It was the first time for several years that it did not rain during the Anzac Day Dawn Service in Auckland and, as the red light filtered over the eastern skies, an Air Force Orion flew over the assembled crowd.
It was, said Auckland Mayor John Banks, a time to remember the dead from all wars, and the trenches and the flies and the hardships that soldiers endured from Gallipoli on.
The crowd dispersed after 45 minutes, leaving hundreds of poppies under the Cenotaph engraved with the words "The Glorious Dead".
Many young people were at the service, a lot wearing the medals of their fathers, grand fathers and great grandfathers on the right side of their chest.
It's good to see New Zealand and Australia bonded in a non-racingcar way.
It's nearly my sister's birthday so my mother and I went out for a lighthearted shop around town only to remember it was a public holiday today . The fact that pretty much no cars were on the road kind of nudged a big flashing neon sign of a clue in our faces but we just ignored anything out of the ordinary. I had never seen town so empty except on Christmas day. Around 12:30 a flooding of traffic rushed over the bridge and took all the good parking spaces. Come 1 o'clock there was a mexican wave of shop doors opening. My mother and I planned to stay for around an hour, but 50% off kitchenware and diningware at Briscoes soon put an end to that silly notion. Wallets were lightened and cars were filled with junk no one really imagined would benefit their life, but were cheap in times of fluctuating inflation rates. There was extreme human traffic at Pak 'N' Save who were offering a 'generous' 10c off the 185.9c/L fuel if you spend $70, which was funny because the BP station just opposite was offering just as 'generously' 188.9c/L without a 10c discount. It's funny, I've never seen anybody tight about their money till these recent years/just this year. Now everyone's on the balls of their feet to catch the biggest bargains or to save 4c off a litre of fuel. You just have to think of it like this: 10c off 185.9c/L fuel is probably the price of the fuel last week. Yet people bring themselves to the effort of leaving their house, driving maybe a few more kilometres than they usually do to save a dollar or two off petrol which would have been used in driving there and back anyway.
Apparently (according to the grapevine) one Auckland petrol station misprinted its petrol price to something extremely cheap (like 40c or something) and by mid-morning a queue was formed to the end of the road. Even though they realised their mistake they would probably have had to give all the petrol hungry customers the price they were expecting. Quite honestly, who would be bothered waiting an entire morning to buy petrol, no matter how cheap it is? People who are desperate .
The petrol station Gull dropped the price of their 91 petrol by 8 cents in comparison with its other leading competitors (Shell, BP, Mobil, etc) at 7am yesterday till 9am today. Its probably the only way it'll get customers, who are willing to pull themselves away from the loyalty of the bigger companies to save a few cents. I remember back when petrol was only 80c a Litre. Holidays weren't so much of a headache. Search fuel or petrol on any NZ news site and you're more than likely return with 'prices up to a new record' or something about biofuel. Yes, there is a biofuel bill in NZ, and no, biofuels are not good.
Though biofuels had a big advantage over fossil fuels in that they absorbed carbon dioxide while they were growing, some had a carbon footprint equal to or bigger than fossil fuels due to high emissions from infrastructure and cultivation.
Quite right, I agree completely. Biofuel is ecologically and socially harming. The amount of crops grown to make enough biofuel to fill the tank of a Range Rover can feed someone for a year. Rainforests were cleared by burning to make way for biofuel crops. The price of food crops have risen by 30% in some places in Africa that aren't well off because of competition with biofuel crops. We're not really going to run out of crude oil, there are reserves out in the ocean and in other obscure places in the world. But money isn't being put into those endeavours but rather into what's easier which is biofuel.
Back to the main point, about ANZAC day! Yes its just as commercialised as any other holiday even though people fought and died for New Zealand's freedom on this day exactly 9 decades ago. But it's warming to see some who wake up a few hours earlier to commemorate their bravery and service to our country's honour .
As the dawn broke over a cloudy Auckland this morning, 20,000 people at the Cenotaph at the Auckland Domain stood in silence.
No one spoke and for one minute, as the crowd remembered the dead from all wars, all that could be heard was an occasional cough.
It was the first time for several years that it did not rain during the Anzac Day Dawn Service in Auckland and, as the red light filtered over the eastern skies, an Air Force Orion flew over the assembled crowd.
It was, said Auckland Mayor John Banks, a time to remember the dead from all wars, and the trenches and the flies and the hardships that soldiers endured from Gallipoli on.
The crowd dispersed after 45 minutes, leaving hundreds of poppies under the Cenotaph engraved with the words "The Glorious Dead".
Many young people were at the service, a lot wearing the medals of their fathers, grand fathers and great grandfathers on the right side of their chest.
It's good to see New Zealand and Australia bonded in a non-racingcar way.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Completely useless post
Wow, after creating my profile I found that if I refresh my profile page I instantly get more profile views :O shock horror maybe we can all benefit from that little tidbit of information and seem instantly popular at the same time as fulfilling a whole morning!
PS: i wonder if you can do that with Bebo
PS: i wonder if you can do that with Bebo
From Rough Beginnings
This is my first official blog post on my first official blog ever!!! I don't really know what to make of this bleak white box so I may as well fill it up with some drivel poured out from the flood of information that is the internet.
I decided to put 'life' into my title (haha hahahahaa hoo haa) just so it's as generic as any other brand blog i.e. life sux, life is gud, life in the shoes of a Gentoo Penguin, etc but with a little lily touch its my own :)
I wanted to start with an official definition of Life because Life is so complex and dynamic with lateral meanings. Think about it this way, Life is pretty much what we are, and what we wish to be every morning after that extended trip into slumber.
But I went to Answers.com anyway for some 'answers' (hahah haaaaaahaha I'm a natural comic)
life (līf) n., pl. lives (līvz).
The property or quality that distinguishes living organisms from dead organisms and inanimate matter, manifested in functions such as metabolism, growth, reproduction, and response to stimuli or adaptation to the environment originating from within the organism.
The characteristic state or condition of a living organism.
Living organisms considered as a group: plant life; marine life.
A living being, especially a person: an earthquake that claimed hundreds of lives.
The physical, mental, and spiritual experiences that constitute existence: the artistic life of a writer.
The interval of time between birth and death: She led a good, long life.
The interval of time between one's birth and the present: has had hay fever all his life.
A particular segment of one's life: my adolescent life.
The period from an occurrence until death: elected for life; paralyzed for life.
Slang. A sentence of imprisonment lasting till death.
The time for which something exists or functions: the useful life of a car.
A spiritual state regarded as a transcending of corporeal death.
An account of a person's life; a biography.
Human existence, relationships, or activity in general: real life; everyday life.
A manner of living: led a hard life.
A specific, characteristic manner of existence. Used of inanimate objects: “Great institutions seem to have a life of their own, independent of those who run them” (New Republic).
The activities and interests of a particular area or realm: musical life in New York.
A source of vitality; an animating force: She's the life of the show.
Liveliness or vitality; animation: a face that is full of life.
Something that actually exists regarded as a subject for an artist: painted from life.
Actual environment or reality; nature.adj.
Of or relating to animate existence; involved in or necessary for living: life processes.
Continuing for a lifetime; lifelong: life partner; life imprisonment.
Using a living model as a subject for an artist: a life sculpture.idioms:
as big as life
Life-size.
Actually present.bring to life
To cause to regain consciousness.
To put spirit into; to animate.
To make lifelike.come to life
To become animated; grow excited.for dear life
Desperately or urgently: I ran for dear life when I saw the tiger.for life
Till the end of one's life.for the life of (one)
Though trying hard: For the life of me I couldn't remember his name.not on your life Informal.
Absolutely not; not for any reason whatsoever.take (one's) life
To commit suicide.take (one's) life in (one's) hands
To take a dangerous risk.take (someone's) life
To commit murder.the good life
A wealthy, luxurious way of living.the life of Riley Informal.
An easy life.the life of the party Informal.
An animated, amusing person who is the center of attention at a social gathering.to save (one's) life
No matter how hard one tries: He can't ski to save his life.true to life
Conforming to reality.
[Middle English, from Old English līf.]
etc etc etc .... It goes on... But dictionaries don't really give you a proper definition do they?
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Life Meaning
Down to Earth
-Maybe straight copying and pasting isn't the wisest for blogger... but:
See also: Gibbs free energy (What is Life?)
What is Life? is a non-fiction book on science for the lay reader written by physicist Erwin Schrödinger (ISBN 0521427088). One of the discoverers of the DNA molecule, Francis Crick, credited What is Life? as a theoretical description, before the actual discovery of DNA, of how genetic storage would work and a source for inspiration for the initial research.[1]
In the book, Schrödinger introduced the idea of an "aperiodic crystal" that contained genetic information in its configuration of covalent chemical bonds. In the 1950's This idea both stimulated enthusiasm for discovering the genetic molecule and could be seen (in retrospect) as having been a well-reasoned theoretical prediction of what biologists should have been looking for during their search for the genetic material.
-I'll leave that for you to absorb into your head :P
I decided to put 'life' into my title (haha hahahahaa hoo haa) just so it's as generic as any other brand blog i.e. life sux, life is gud, life in the shoes of a Gentoo Penguin, etc but with a little lily touch its my own :)
I wanted to start with an official definition of Life because Life is so complex and dynamic with lateral meanings. Think about it this way, Life is pretty much what we are, and what we wish to be every morning after that extended trip into slumber.
But I went to Answers.com anyway for some 'answers' (hahah haaaaaahaha I'm a natural comic)
life (līf) n., pl. lives (līvz).
The property or quality that distinguishes living organisms from dead organisms and inanimate matter, manifested in functions such as metabolism, growth, reproduction, and response to stimuli or adaptation to the environment originating from within the organism.
The characteristic state or condition of a living organism.
Living organisms considered as a group: plant life; marine life.
A living being, especially a person: an earthquake that claimed hundreds of lives.
The physical, mental, and spiritual experiences that constitute existence: the artistic life of a writer.
The interval of time between birth and death: She led a good, long life.
The interval of time between one's birth and the present: has had hay fever all his life.
A particular segment of one's life: my adolescent life.
The period from an occurrence until death: elected for life; paralyzed for life.
Slang. A sentence of imprisonment lasting till death.
The time for which something exists or functions: the useful life of a car.
A spiritual state regarded as a transcending of corporeal death.
An account of a person's life; a biography.
Human existence, relationships, or activity in general: real life; everyday life.
A manner of living: led a hard life.
A specific, characteristic manner of existence. Used of inanimate objects: “Great institutions seem to have a life of their own, independent of those who run them” (New Republic).
The activities and interests of a particular area or realm: musical life in New York.
A source of vitality; an animating force: She's the life of the show.
Liveliness or vitality; animation: a face that is full of life.
Something that actually exists regarded as a subject for an artist: painted from life.
Actual environment or reality; nature.adj.
Of or relating to animate existence; involved in or necessary for living: life processes.
Continuing for a lifetime; lifelong: life partner; life imprisonment.
Using a living model as a subject for an artist: a life sculpture.idioms:
as big as life
Life-size.
Actually present.bring to life
To cause to regain consciousness.
To put spirit into; to animate.
To make lifelike.come to life
To become animated; grow excited.for dear life
Desperately or urgently: I ran for dear life when I saw the tiger.for life
Till the end of one's life.for the life of (one)
Though trying hard: For the life of me I couldn't remember his name.not on your life Informal.
Absolutely not; not for any reason whatsoever.take (one's) life
To commit suicide.take (one's) life in (one's) hands
To take a dangerous risk.take (someone's) life
To commit murder.the good life
A wealthy, luxurious way of living.the life of Riley Informal.
An easy life.the life of the party Informal.
An animated, amusing person who is the center of attention at a social gathering.to save (one's) life
No matter how hard one tries: He can't ski to save his life.true to life
Conforming to reality.
[Middle English, from Old English līf.]
etc etc etc .... It goes on... But dictionaries don't really give you a proper definition do they?
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-Maybe straight copying and pasting isn't the wisest for blogger... but:
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What is Life? (Schrödinger)See also: Gibbs free energy (What is Life?)
What is Life? is a non-fiction book on science for the lay reader written by physicist Erwin Schrödinger (ISBN 0521427088). One of the discoverers of the DNA molecule, Francis Crick, credited What is Life? as a theoretical description, before the actual discovery of DNA, of how genetic storage would work and a source for inspiration for the initial research.[1]
In the book, Schrödinger introduced the idea of an "aperiodic crystal" that contained genetic information in its configuration of covalent chemical bonds. In the 1950's This idea both stimulated enthusiasm for discovering the genetic molecule and could be seen (in retrospect) as having been a well-reasoned theoretical prediction of what biologists should have been looking for during their search for the genetic material.
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