Is Time Travel Possible?

Happens to me all the time. Good grief! We got to Saturday already!

Park4~ Just next to the orange "send" underneath your "What do you think?" box, in pale blue type. I just time travelled back to yesterday & saw your question.

I think, that for Time Travel to be possible ... we will have perfect the dis-integration that would cause Invisibility, to the point that there are no deleterious effects from the process,(unlike the Philadelphia Experiment) and then Master the Science involved in moving the dis-integrated Energy to the point that we hope to be able to re-integrate that Energy into what appears to be a Solid Mass, hoping further that Molecular Memory serves well and all of the various parts and pieces go flawlessly back to where they were before the Process began ... The Process would have to become as simple as Cutting and Pasting on a Computer, which itself is only moving Moments of Energy from one place to another ....... I suspect that Time Travel would only be possible going BACK in time, because none of the Moments of the Future has occured yet, so there is Moment to Locate in/at/on ...  for purposes of re-integration ... According to Legend ... the next time the Government tries this, the Craft will be named, The Ory and will be piloted by a man named, Eldridge ... who will take off from Unified Field .......

Maybe Moose and Squirrel have the Secret Codes for Mr. Peabody's Wayback Machine ...

HAZEL:  Thats just like Insurance Policies ... 4-Pica, faint Gray print on the bottom of the last page, where all the "Exclusions" and Crawfish Clauses are .......  I'd never have noticed that if you hadn't said something to P4 about it ....... Good On You !!!

Time Traveller:-
 
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today-
I wish that man would go away!
(Spike Milligan)
 
 

Too right, JALOPKIN, insurance companies make their money out of the fact that our heads are fitted the wrong way round to watch our arses!
Your eyes are sharper then mine, that small print is gray, not blue, & it's there for a good reason.
 

BTW, Jal, if your'e on a Microsoft server, right down the bottom corner of your screen is a gizzmo that enables you to increase the font size that you see on page. It does help if your eyes aren't great, now, whereare my specs?

Time travel? When I get on the Continental flight from Tokyo to Houston, I routinely arrive over two hours before the time (same day) that I left.  Unfortunately the only way to get to Tokyo from Houston involves losing an entire day..... All of which reminds me of my junior high school suggestion (in Mr. Lepp's class I believe) that since the earth rotates at about 750 mph (at our New Jersey latitude) one merely needed to get in a jet plane and fly faster than that speed to go back in time... Unfortunately no one seemed particularly interested in my incredible discovery of how easy it was to go backward in time.

Going forward in time is (sadly) way too easy.  More useful would be a discovery of how to pause time.... for those special moments I wish(ed) would never end.....

I am saving my frequent flyer miles for a first class time travel upgrade where over a good Cabernet wearing a J Peterman "Orson Welles" inspired authentic Scottish Tweed sport coat, I can discuss with my fellow travelers, a Professor from Cal Tech and a writer from the TV show Fringe the apparent causal paradoxes of time
travel. Great Larks!

I like the "so what?" explanation myself as linear causality, the old straight arrow of time thingy is not as much fun and interesting as multi-dimensional causality. This is a little contrarian to most expert views so while this resolution is
unpopular tis good fodder for conversation on the journey.  I think my future self will propose a toast and I shall say "Whenever I am...there I will be." Cosmic laughter ensues.

I must be in future; it's the only possible explanation for that old person I see in the mirror.
 
Tommy -- I'm there, except my Cabernet doesn't have to be that good; I'll still drink it and the t-shirt is the "Camp Ivan" one from yesterday :)

 
If I could all be who I am while I am, where I am when I am and do only what I am doing in that moment without looking back with pride or regret or ahead with fear or anticipation, that would be just about ideal.

I would wear cleats if they helped to anchor me in the now.

dreaming is the best way to travel...............

Andy~ I have the same problem- I think it's a stalker- I keep glimpsing the reflection of some batty old woman in shop windows & the like, she follows me everywhere & turns up in my mirror.
Doc Nolan~ Oh!!!!!! To pause those moments. Why is it that feeling happy is a retrospective condition & being depressed feels like it will go on for ever & ever?
Stoney~ Cleats? Like wot are used to tie down a tarp on a lorry? As a matter of interest, which bits of your anatomy would they be fixed on?
Tommy~ You can get away with any old bullshit if you are wearing a Harris Tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows.

Hazel, Stoney is talking about cleated shoes, as worn by Baseball players, as well as both kinds of football, some track runners, etc.   Stoney, do you suppose that is the real origin of the famed "little old lady in tennis shoes"?

Good morning, Willie, there's poor Hazel lunching away in Wales imagining an elderly gent uncomfortably secured to the deck with his scrotum in a brass jamb cleat.

Thanks for the help and it is good to see you.

Good Morning Stoney ( and all).  I can think of several places I don't want those little cams grabbing me, even if I do tend to wander a bit as a result... Maybe if we all had one of these in our house, we'd act differently:    
     http://www.sportsmansparadiseonline.com/Peregrine_Nest_Box.html   ;       take your pick, the bird or the camera.

Can we just go ahead and say "wringer" a few times and get that out of the way?  I have just come in from my saturday chores. A friend came by last night, proud of the new blades on her horse clippers ( probably commercial sheep shearing clippers) and eager to give my dogs their summer cut. The chow now looks like a puppy, all golden white, where she was almost red before. The springer, ample of frame in her own right, now looks almost svelte. I carted off nearly a bushel of fur.  They both seem to have adjusted to the lack of presence and would likely admit that they are much cooler.  Isn't it odd that we do attribute memory to dogs, but no sense of time?  Remember what they say: Lock your spouse and your dog in the trunk of your car, ride around for a few hours and then open the trunk. Which one will be glad to see you?   

 
Excellent cam, Willie, having sent it along to our grandsons, I'll be checking in often.

I suppose that the presence of pea gravel 312 feet above ground is no more or less peculiar than the plywood nesting box.

Five seems a bit optimistic but we'll see. She has an interesting breathing pattern.


The last grooming for our late Gordon Setter was eighty bucks and the next day he died... but looking marvelous.

Our Boxer will practically pile into the tub herself and can be mostly dried with one bath towel. One and done.

Thanks again for the cam tip.

 

Ivan: Did you go back and read the last several posts after you said goodnight last night? XO

Ivan & Hazel: Thank you for so clearly explaining the insurance problem to me, I'm grateful! ;D

Everybody: You guys are ON this morning! Every post is witty, punny and a keepah as we say up heah!

My parents said: "Stop the World I want to get off!." I say: "Stop the Clocks I want to stay Here."

Referencing yesterday:

Ivan: I should have looked before I asked. Loved your last post and I'm looking forward to seeing you in full operational mode in the kitchen. Maybe you could assist Jane in explaining some things to me in the tailoring area as well (and use small words). Between the two of you I'm sure to get unstuck from my alterations dilemna. Being mechanical, the sheet metal allusion was a perfect word-picture for me. Maybe I need to think of my sewing machine as an airplane (and by extension, some of my projects are certianly bombs).

De Ja Vu...proof of time travel

 
Since I have more or less gone on record as believing that we can neither perfect the past nor forestall the future, I'll join the boy's cooking club which seemed to have shape up last night.

It was the most fun when my wife was still working, to make and take large scale hot meals to her and her employees.

Too much could be made of the appreciation expressed for free, substantial meals that one is paid to eat but, often enough, they asked for recipes and tips so that they could reproduce something for their families.

One cute young woman after listening to a detailed explanation of a rhubarb crumble recipe, asked: "And where does the topping go?"

I almost kissed the top of her head.

Easily the simplest, quickest and most impressive looking meal was a huge, medium rare, roasted whole beef tenderloin surrounded on a large white platter by steamed and grilled, mushrooms, potatoes, cauliflower, beets and baby carrots.

The meat, carefully monitored with a digi-probe was taken out of the oven at about 127° and popped into the basement fridge where, interestingly enough, its internal temp continued to rise a bit before cooling enough to be thinly sliced.

The key seems to have been to tidy it up, give it a good bit of kosher salt and fresh ground peppah and let it sit, loosely covered, in the ice box for a day or two before cooking. It didn't look so great but cooked up beautifully.

Oh what big eyes you have, gramma.
 
It is there for a reason. 
 
Take note, please.

Whew! What a relief! Those boots with cookie-cutter soles that leave pretty shaped lumps of dried mud on my floors. We don't do baseball in Wales, but walking boots have cleats. Mind you, the sadistic streak in me is amused by the idea of Stoney being tied down via his dangly bits to a flat back truck.
How did we get to nest boxes & dog-grooming? Just down the road from me, there is an Osprey nest with a webcam on it. If you want a look, try the RSPBuk site. The local schoolkids helped to make the nest. I sometimes see one of the adults fishing & carrying a salmon or a grey mullet to the nest.
& it's the time of day where a hair of the dog would go down nicely.

Hazel - me too!  Maybe we should report this stalker.
 
Are you familiar with the poem ... and I'm not sure it's the correct title, it may be just a line in it ... "When I grow old I shall wear purple and a red hat that doesn't match....".  (I believe that's how the Red Hat Ladies organization got started.)  One of my daughters, when I told her about it and how I loved it, got me the book with this poem in it.  Also in it is a small essay talking about looking in the mirror .... Who is this woman peering out at me, sticking her tongue out at me?  Who is she with wrinkles and lines .... something like that..................same stalker; amazing.

Andy, or this, by Yeats, from the poem, When You Are Old:

 
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

(stanza 2) 

Park4~ Thanks, Mr Wolf, what big teeth you have! I remember having nightmares as a kid when Little Red Riding Hood was the bedtime story & it only got to be funny when somebody told me it was a type of condom.
The poem is bueatiful.
Andy~ I know that poem. Some people call me Purple Haze. Can't think why....

We already do travel through time . . . a bit too quickly it seems.

There's a gray old man
in the mirror at the gym

I get scared if I find myself
looking at him

He'll make me trip
or try to

But get up no quicker
than I do

Perhaps Henry Van Dyke had an answer
to the possibility of Time Travel. Do the equations
change if Time is not....

Time Is
by Henry Van Dyke

Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.

ah, Jimi. Park4, nice poem. Hazel and Andy, I have the same stalker. Why only today I was saying to my son that I was looking really old and he told me that my mom looked a lot older at my age. Gee thanks! My husband then chimed in that I was starting to look like my mother, only younger. I'm glad I have a sense of humor and can laugh it off.
 
Stoney,  yummy on your roast and veggies
 
cool video Willie, I sent it on to a few friends too..
 
As for time travel, I think they're working on it at Stanford....especially philosophically..
and how about parallel universes? reincarnation? like a child who remembers his past life...is that time travel?

I've been on the sidelines spending some of the very best of my times with my young grandson since yesterday afternoon. What a wonderful boy he is. What a joy of a person he is becoming.  

He's moving to Tennessee very soon. We hugged and cried deeply as he left to go home. I loved having the future so close by and not far away and so hard to touch.

I do so appreciate having been close and on-hand as he became such a fine young lad and I do hope that he and I will still be able to hug and shed tears of joy when his eyes are level with mine.

I'm wanting a ‘time & place', a ‘where & when' machine on the order of thesepia train I suppose. I'd better get busy.

 
Peter Lake,

That is why they make airplanes.

One of MY favorite time machines takes digital photos, and one I had as a younger person was called a diary,but only I could see the pictures

Every moving box full of old photos I open sucks me directly into a time-traveling wormhole. It can take a young eon to escape back to the present space/time continuum.

Awwww, Peter Lake, love conquers all. How about good old-fashioned hand written letters with silly drawings/cartooons. An advantage of being a Grandparent is that you have carte blanche to be as daft as a set of blinking Christmas tree lights. Enjoy!!!

Hazel somebody dared me to write a blog this week. I think I could do it based largely on your phraseology.... :)

Pimlico is loading the gates.....

Good Grief! No Triple Crown this year. Lookin at Lucky, youngest horse in the field. (No injuries, no accidents.)

RY: Did you keep your diaries to hand down? I wish we had my mother's (lost in the war).

JaxZ~ You are welcome to borrow my words, I get so much pleasure from this page. Big hug X

Hazel: Thank you Sweetheart, generous as always. A joint effort would be fun! We'll have to discuss over a nice cuppa.

To JaxZ, fortunately Super Saver lost. He would have been one of the most ordinary Kentucky Derby winners to be eligible for the triple crown ever. That's why it's so difficult. Takes a special horse, like Seattle Slew. Or Affirmed. Or Secretariat.

Yes, you're right. I do fall into the trap of wanting to see it happen for the sake of the thing, but it's just not the same without the horse of enormous heart to warrant it.

Park -- beautiful
 
Stoney -- love it
 
My mother, who you may remember from previous posts, was a big gambler.  She used to take me to Pimlico all the time and they would ask little Andrea to pick a horse ----- now, more than 60 years later, that horse is still running :)
 

Wonderful posts, just WUNNERFUL, (as my grandson says) --have a great Sunday, all...

 
JOHN,

Seriously: the web-cam is about as close to being there as you can get and it is dead easy not to mention free.

We were on with our little New York grandson today. He had a story to tell but it came in breathless installments as he tore around the apartment... we waited.

Nothin' beats a hug though.

All the talk of being unhappy at looking in the mirrow doesn,t seem to bother me. I've always been told that you need to be pleased at what you see looking back at you. I an very happy with what I see returning my gaze. Of course I tape the latest Playboy bunny on the mirrow. Perhaps that makes a difference.

So we've travelled through 24 hours of time together. This is rich stuff, this Time Travel.

HAZEL: Thanks for the Tip about the Font Manager ... I'll look for it, but I must tell you that, I am not very Computer Literate ... Took me a year to learn how to send E-Mail ...
 
STONEY: " I Almost Kissed the Top of Her Head ..."   Yout gotta start somewhere .......
 
PETER LAKE:  Time spent with your Children or Grandchildren is absolutely Golden ... Beyond physiognomy, when you see things in your Grandchildren that ARE your children, is when you know that you have done it all Right ... Such Beautiful Moments you will Replay a thousand times, and they will always be a source of joy ... and comfort ...
 
Tomorrow is another day, and a day past Preakmess disappointment ... 

Thanks for your support, comments and ideas my friends.  Our bond will not be weakened by distance.  He's spoiled me rotten being such a grand grandson.

rwh1, it's not really unhappiness. I'm plenty happy, it's just different. I know exactly what the other women are saying, though I know nothing about their states of being. I think accepting what is makes a big difference in my outlook, so even if I may feel like I look old after peeking in the mirror, I don't feel old and overall think I look fine....I mean pretty is as pretty does....that's what I grew up hearing and believing.
 
Jax, glad we're traveling on the same train.

PL....... How absolutely lucky is your grandson to have you for a grandfather (& vice versa). Distance won't in any way weaken the love and bond you have w/ each other.

thanks bebe.... it's all good and surely won't be diminished.