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The Riddle Game : Colors (along with how to play)

2007-11-04T05:46:00.000-08:00

Hi,

    I e-mailed before about a riddle game I would like to play with you (if I did not, can we assume that I did?). Some folks answered, hundreds did not (that alright, you can start wherever). One person answered so quickly that I fear they lost their interest in the riddle game, since I took so long to form this particular e-mail--but who knows with e-mail correspondences.
     Here is how to play: I write down some riddles that might be easy or hard, send them to you, then you answer back. I sort of winged it with the first e-mail because I did not have my thoughts on the game formed decently. Alternatives to answering the riddles forthrightly are starting a conversation via e-mail, or g-mail chat, and pestering me for whether you got the answers right or not--but then again, you don't have my .mil e-mail address, so it's really hard to pester me when I can't see any chats or e-mails. I don't actually mind being pestered; though it is fun to get replies back that are riddles -- or to have a good conversation with someone thanks to the riddle game.
     Anyway, continuing on from that digression, the game continues for each player who gets an answer right. How do you know you got it answered correctly? Because I've e-mailed you with specific riddles that line up to the particular riddles you answered true. Eventually, though, I just give up and give the whole next level of riddles to every one, like right now.

From today (11.03.07):

1. Capped am I, decked in these warm things, a coat, gloves, pants, boots... and I come 'round year after year to bring the world many things; each cloth swath of my coat and pants is this color, some even say it's the color of my cheeks while I'm laughing.
2. You are looking at me in the day, though some confuse me with a color that really does not even exist. I am another color you could see in fire.
3. So cold that you look like me? Then close to death you are, surely. Robin's eggs and bright skies and sometimes, there I am in the human eye.
4. Some people have skin a lot like this, some people don't. This one is found where sunsets alight in beautiful and sublime mixtures of chemicals above cities, hazy and looking much like candy.
5. The most vibrant flowers hold me in their petals thanks to my contrast of anything around, on the ground, in the trees, even the rest of the plant that holds me. They used to think of me and think 'royalty,' but now it's just like any other color. What else could I be, if not the color on the one who took too many breaths below the surface of water?
6. In the spring you look nowhere with out me around--unless you live in the desert. There I am when you are envious of another and there I am when you are prosperous, there I am when you're really ill.
7. In autumn, there I am. The color favored by the child in love with only the brightest in our spectrum. Look into fire and I am there. Mix my 'y' with my 'r' and you have me.

Riddles whilst on the Washington DC trip (10.09.07):
1. Sight

You see me being set down in the streets and once in a while I will be picked up to join others like me—alone I was thought harmless and together we formidable foes threaten to bury you all in what you created and consider useless now.

2. Taste

I come in without notice. But now you notice me well and would wish me good riddance, only in me and without me can you recognize this truely important condition in life. While I am here you will not taste much but what I give you. When I finally do leave you remember me and keep a watch out for me but, even though they look alot like me, do not lock my family out.

3. Sound

Duck's quacks do not call me but children's laughter brings me close by. In the mountains, high, waits I and in the depths of caves and grotoes you might hear my cry—but know this: I need lots of room for something that never took any space.

4. Smell

Some would say that I am responsible: love here, fist fights there; among you I hang about—special to each who take me in. Those who let me out usually do not know: every one who took me in and was affected was all unaware of my presence there.

5. Touch

With out me a blind man would die; with out me, even those who are not blind may cry. I am given after short visits by friends, acquaintances, even amongst enemies (though soon they may no longer be so). Between two men, between two women, and amongst men and women. I am not simply given out of some obligation, some sense of camaraderie—you will know when I am there—you will feel me.

6. Mind

Resting, at least a few do spy me, and I – after I see them awaking, do quickly flee. More than the day and less than your life—here am I, in the night. I give you wonder, I give you something to chase after in your life. I belong to you but others have me too—and some even have these even greater than do you.

Anyway, thanks for looking at the riddle game,

Dominick.

PS: If you've answered and hadn't gotten any replies with numbered riddles (numbers help you know which riddles you got right) and want them, please ask for them.

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"There's an old analogy to a cup of tea. If you want to drink new tea you have to get rid of the old tea that's in your cup, otherwise your cup just overflows and you get a wet mess. Your head is like the cup. It has a limited capacity and if you want to learn something about the world you should keep your head empty in order to learn it. It's very easy to spend your whole life swishing old tea around in your cup thinking it's great stuff because you've never really tried anything new." -- Lila: An Inquiry into Morals, pg 25 (Just something interesting I'm reading that I thought you might enjoy)

Play a game with me about riddles?

2007-10-09T23:30:00.000-07:00

These riddles six have I written thee in hope that you should see how the game is played: If fair these riddles be, then answers will you give to me. If not, no answer will be given for me to see; and there the end of this unfair game for you will be. If it is another riddle you seek from me and you have an answer for me, you can reach me here by writing me: DominickBeckham@gmail.com.
These riddles six from our senses do take their meaning. As you see, a hint is given to thee: there is a riddle for sight, for taste, a riddle for sound, for smell, a riddle for touch, and finally, one riddle that is about the mind.

Sight

Taste

Sound

Smell

Touch

Mind

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2007-04-06T15:30:00.000-07:00

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2007-04-03T02:37:00.000-07:00

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2005-12-21T02:24:00.000-08:00

Got a roomate. Got out of school for winter break. Enough said? Anyway, cannot get out of lazy thought mode. Besides, it's 2:30.

2005-12-14T11:06:00.000-08:00

Wow. I think I've been missing programming or something... I just got SmallBasic installed on my PDA... I've created or messed with a little less than 40 pieces of code lately. I've been posting to their forums about my problems with it... anyway check their site out here. I've been creating files left and right for my math final and I got an 85% (no, not all because of the program, but it was useful). The teacher said that I'm entering B range for that class now (just as long as I get a bunch of tutorials done). Oh yes... I just got an emulator of an older version of PalmOS (non-color is older in my eyes) and PalmBasic works on there too... so I can develop on my computer, my computer's emulation of my PDA, and my actual PDA itself. Check out the tutorial for PalmOS emulation here and look at "Obscure HOWTO#2: Become a PalmPilot developer in 15 minutes." Anyway, I've opened up my windows and thrown away the fragments of yesterday's trash that were everywhere (it's because of finals, I swear) and it's time to get to work on my English paper, or math, or study for the speech final. Type to you later.

2005-12-12T23:58:00.000-08:00

Insane. Logic puzzles, real situations, riddles... all the stuff that engages the mind with words is here: http://rec-puzzles.org/ is a very cool site.

Well. I finished my math final today and got an 85% so I'm now passing my math class, which is pretty cool because now I do not have to repeat the class (though I wonder if I'm ready for it... I'm looking at the book before next semester starts cause my girlfriend dropped out of the class and has it--convenient enough to take a look, you know?). So--I've got that covered. Haven't read my Bible verses today or this weekend--does that mean any harm? I don't really know--all I know is that I have been stressing (try repeating 126 math questions over the course of two days and tell me how you feel?) enough to ignore things like sleep, heacarpalood, carple tunnel syndrome, other classes...

Well, nothing to do tomorrow except go to school and concentrate on finishing crap up... will blog if nothing else occupies.

Feeling wierd...

2005-12-08T18:14:00.000-08:00

Today I got a couple of attacks of severe hearing... certain sounds had alot of pain to them... for instance when the boys in English cheered I had to cover my ears to the pain. Then I got to my counselor to write a note saying that I might not pass math 55--the receptionists there gave me a jar of candies for 'being such a good student.' Yep,I feel weird...

sitting in english...

2005-12-08T18:13:00.000-08:00

last day of english and we're playing a game of 'find the logical fallacy' with the boys against the girls. this is the last class with a cool professor--damn; i'm gonna miss writing for the higher english classes.

2005-12-03T12:41:00.000-08:00

This is a test blog that you should be able to see much better.

2005-12-03T00:49:00.000-08:00

Can anybody help me with problems like log_rr¹³? I guess the answer is 13, I'm just convinced there is more to it than just that...

2005-12-03T00:28:00.000-08:00

Shhh.... Quiet. My cat is asleep right now. You can see him when he's awake here, playing with a lipstick container. Oh, yeah, I was wondering why I started postings about my cat... I found it.

2005-12-02T15:17:00.000-08:00

What can you do with a container , some salt , some broken lightbulbs , and water ?

Well, I'll explain this interesting process here.

Place broken bulb in container filled with salt water then set it in the microwave: and then turn the microwave on.

The resulting lightshow from the filaments in the lightbulb lasts a couple of minutes (if you aren't scared the lightbulb might blow up, like I was) and is very pretty. You can't really see it in this picture, but it is more interesting when you actually do have the broken lightbulbs in the microwave (with it on). See?.

Oh and by the way please do not try this at home if you are using a working lightbulb (the lightbulb probably won't last), any piece of metal that is not submerged in water (you destroy microwaves this way), or don't have the microwave owner's permission. Also: Please don't blame me for what you do.

testing...

2005-12-01T21:02:00.000-08:00

posting from avantblog / my palm pilot... grafitti 2 is annoying to post text by... pictures from palm notepad are faster. (I'm adding on to say that posting with the posting process with palm notepad isn't as simple though... I have to use Hello-Picasa to get the files from palm desktop onto this...)

testing

2005-12-01T19:47:00.000-08:00

testing e-mail blogging.

9:28 PM 11/28/2005

2005-11-28T22:01:00.000-08:00

Well, I guess I haven’t yet gotten the balance of school and blogging—I mean I had plenty of chances to blog when I was at school but instead I worked on my 2000 word paper, my speech, and my math work. Then I sat there and wondered when exactly the math teacher was going to explain how he planned to test (torture?) us with the final. I’ve been wondering how exactly I’m going to do on it. I’m constantly feeling obliged to finish what homework I just thought of [ practice your speech, now—get your math done—you’re screwed ].
Then there’s this guilt trip about family and friends getting sick because I was sick with something—what’s that about. I think I warned them. It all started like this: I was talking to a former math tutor of mine and he was sick with something—he coughs and I wonder to myself [ am I going to get sick? Ah, what the hell—I’m not going to be the one who spends time fearing germs—besides I’m probably already sick anyway ]. The consequences follow: My girlfriend comes over and wants to screw around—I explain that I’m sick and that she would do best to stay away from me—she later told me it was her fault for not letting me get the rest and recuperation needed—but I still feel guilty. Then thanksgiving is coming upon us and I have invited her to come with me to my sister’s house. She asks me to ask my sister if we should go there if we are sick. Ok, my sister says that we’ll play it by ear and see if we’re feeling better the next day. Low and behold wishful thinking has taken over and my girlfriend is sick (I’m more over being sick than her because I went and got antibiotics) when we arrive. In the night I hear kids coughing like I cough. My nephew is sick and has a high temperature, my sister, who is pregnant, is scared of getting sick (rightly so)… I still feel anxious and my mind is coming up with incredible scenarios of doom and gloom. What can I do? I’m not going to pass blame on to my girlfriend for being sick—I was sick too so it could have easily been me who got them sick. All I can do is hope things turn out alright.
Then there’s this chimera that I’ve put up for your deference to me. It’s an interesting one—the idea that drugs are interested in me (semi-obvious Marilyn Manson reference). So anyway—I’ve been looking into the blogging phenomena and found some interesting blogs you should check out (the next button at blogger.com is pretty cool). This guy is pretty interesting just because his views are so extreme—the username ‘elect of God’ gives me concerns though. The concept behind this one is really cool. Well, this blog is getting into the 500 word range… [ O I hope no one gives me crap about deep linking to so many sites ] better stop on word 525.

2005-11-27T17:57:00.000-08:00

Thomas sends his regards; he then proceeds to look down on us with firey disdain...

2005-11-27T17:42:00.000-08:00

5:36 pm 11-27-2005

2005-11-27T03:21:00.000-08:00

about previous... I'm just testing out audioblogger. Anyway I think it would be better if I could simply upload my own recorded mp3s...

2005-11-27T03:17:00.000-08:00

2:30 AM 11/27/2005

2005-11-27T02:28:00.000-08:00

First off: what the hell am I doing writing here of all places? I have a 2000 word paper due in five days, I have an invitational speech on psychology, religion and the ‘afflicted’ due in three, I have 10 and ½ assignments due in math in two weeks—what am I doing here? Well you see… I haven’t been writing in any of my journals—but enough about that; more of the superficial explanations.
I’m glad I have a place to express my thoughts in a form of writing that people can criticize without much of the familiar connection that would be clouding any of my friend or family’s judgment. I’m looking at my writing and thinking [ 0h 5h1t my 3ng1i5h pr0f w0u1d r04st me ] (here: l33t explained). Maybe I should explain via quote what I mean: ‘As more and more citizens express what they think, and defend it in writing, that will change the way people understand public issues. It is easy to be wrong and misguided in your head. It is harder when the product of your mind can be criticized by others. Of course, it is a rare human who admits that he has been persuaded that he is wrong. But it is even rarer for a human to ignore when he has been proven wrong’ (Lessig 45; FreeCulture).
Rules for me: 1) Write at least 150 words for my ‘that dab blog’ every day, and don’t go over 2000 in a single day (because even though that’s possible, it’s exhausting—an exhausted H4X0R would be tired of said blogging process). 2) Won’t post [ or will at least edit once sleep has been had ] a blog after being awake into the hour of 5:00 AM. 3) Will write in a semi-scholarly manner with serious topics [ and wr1t3 in st00p1d mannur weth f001i5h t0p1cs. ] 4) will write on a topic of reading and not just ramble on and on about a) my day; b) my state of mind; c) my experiences with cocaine, lsd, peyote, or reefer; d) my Christian Baptist and Buddhist religion; e) how somebody sucks f) topics that are too esoteric (which would belong entirely elsewhere—unless I had an audience that were to say [say? What about write?] otherwise). … 5) never delete anything until an typographical error of omission or commission has been realized thoroughly.
(Voluntary) rules for you: 1) Recommend stuff for this blogger’s mind (reading or habit related)… 2) comment as acidly as you want—so that some criticism gets through, though, please be coherent 3) curse me for not following the rulse for me. 4) e-mail me if you want I should continue blogging.