LOST theory on the numbers

As always dont read if you dont want any possible hint at what is going on in LOST. I thought it was interesting. Found it on the innernet...



"I recently found an interesting natuarlly occuring thoery found in our world that states everyone has a mirror image somewhere in the world. You may have heard of this. Its called Roussau's genetic mirror theory, and I must say it is very interesting. Roussau's genetic mirror theory says that everyone in the world has an exact twin somewhere, however according to the theory you never encounter this person, by laws of probablitly and other natuaral occuring phemnomen. Its the theory that was devised by a French Mathematician named Marseille Roussau in the year 1988. He used a series of numbers to explain his theory. Now I know you're not going to believe this but here goes.

4 8 15 16 23 42

Let me explain...

The 4 stands for 4 degrees of separation (not 6 or 7 as commonly stated.) Roussau believed that everyone in the world was connected by four different people. So in theory could meet yourself by using four different people connected to you. Example: Your brother's, boss's, neighbor nephew, knows your mirror. Hard to believe, I know but keep reading.

The 8 stands for the eight continent, or the only place in the world where you could meet your mirror. He calculated it to be somewhere in the south pacific. Now we know its not actually as large as the other contintents but its used figurtively because everyone in all 7 continents could meet there mirror on the 8th universal continent.

The 15 stands for the chances of you acually meeting yourself on this place, as in 15 out of 4,815,162,342. Look at the second set "815." Ring any bells? Interesting huh?

The 16 stands for the maximum amount of people that could encounter thier twin all at the same time. Think about the number of main characters.

The 23 is the number of years apart your twin and yourself are. You are not the same age as your twin. By chance and probablity it takes 23 years exactly for the same genes that made you to be connected again to form another you.

The 42 stands for the maximimum number of years your twin and yourself can be alive at the same time. However people do die at diffferent times so thats why everyone isn't dead at 75. For example my twin was born on Sept. 6 2003 b/c i was born on Spet. 6 1980. Now that doesn't mean i will die in the year 2045, I could, but its not set in stone. My twin could die when he is 16, and then the whole thing starts over again.

This is all very complicated and I don't know how well I explained it but the connections with the show are too coinidental to not be real.

Roussau and his team (wife, included) went to the 8th continent. You can figure out how they died and why by the numbers and equations. It also fits with every character. You can predict when they will die. There are others on the island who are twins of the survivors, but have been there 23 years longer.

There is a book Roussau wrote 16 years ago in 1988 when he came up with the theory. Thats where I got it from."

O Happy Day!

Word on the street is that Pamber is now going to be a legal entity for all of time. Much love and congrats to them. I cannot wait to find out what kind of wacky nuptualness will ensue. I think it goes without saying that I am really hoping these nuptuals will take place in the great land of poutine.

Hostess Panic

Trolling around The Knot today to see if there is anything I have forgotten to do, ideas I havent had, etc when I came across this complaint (in their article about what guests dont like about weddings):

"My wife and I recently went to a wedding on a Sunday evening, and we had to be at work the next day. The ceremony was at 5 p.m., the reception wasn't until about 6:30, and dinner wasn't even served until 8. The meal was finished around 9:30, and most of the guests were not from the area where the wedding took place. We left before the reception was over, and still didn't make it home until midnight."

Yep, that would perfectly describe the entire timeline of our wedding (although between the ceremony and reception is a cocktail hour with food, but still). And so now I am wildly regretting the timing of the ceremony. I have always wanted an evening wedding, but I am not getting that anyway so clearly starting at 3 would not have been a big deal. And wow, would it really suck to put this much effort into taking care of your guests and then have them complain like this. So I am pre-devastated about the whole thing. And I really just hope that the people who have a problem with it just arent coming. I guess the long and short of it is that I didnt invite anyone who I wouldnt go to their Sunday evening wedding, in or out of town. And then I forget that people dont view life like I do and wouldnt necessarily do what I would do for them. I just keep telling myself that the above guest was a co-worker. Afterall, what friend would complain about their friends wedding, regardless of time or location? Its not like its a tupperware party, its a freakin wedding. Then again, I would go to Jamaica for a co-workers wedding so maybe I am way out of touch on these things. I dont know.

Day 4 - oh my!

This morning I came to my morning scan ready with some proscuitto and some steak and rice - ready to be eaten all day long. I layed in the tube like a good girl for a whole hour. My mind wandered. My back spasmed. My hair was blown into my face. All the while, waiting for the sweet release of food. And then she says, do you want the good or bad news first? I say, the good I guess. She says, well tomorrow is the last day you need to come in. I start crying. No one even told me this was a possibility. I say, so that means no food today either? She says yes. I am so sad I dont ask why that was good news or what the bad news was.

She also lets me know that so far they arent seeing anything on the scans which is why they want me to come back in. I am so young that I guess they dont want to take any chances. I can appreciate that. An acquiantance friend of mine was just diagnosed with lung cancer, at 30. I can think of numerous times that I am glad someone didnt just say, well, they are too young to have that disease.

Day four without food has been interesting. On day 3 I was woozy at points. Today, I had trouble forming sentences and thinking through any kind of logic. I no longer feel hunger per se, but the human instinct to eat is wild to experience. Last night I liked the fork I had made the white rice with in hopes of feeling like I had eaten something. After cooking the steak for today, I peeled the sauce off the George Foreman and sucked on the bits that had burned into a solid. I spit out anything that didnt dissolve. This desperation is wild. My body temperature changes constantly. I am mad as a sack of cats. Now and then. I want to kick your ass and steal your sandwich.

And on the upside, I lost 15 pounds in 3 weeks. Pretty sweet.

Day 2 - no food

So, much to my surprise, I am still not allowed to eat anything. Backing up a couple days, on Sunday I had my first shower with my moms friends. It was really really nice. Lots of these women I havent seen in quite some time, some I hadnt ever met. And it was just really great. And wow, the presents. Yikes. So groovy. However, I naturally couldnt eat much so I had some fruit. At night I had some meat and a small amount of soba noodles, and finally the long awaited wheat free soy sauce. But anyway, not a whole lotta food. So I woke up Monday really hungry and then realized I can only have liquids. For Monday. So this morning I went to the hospital for my octreotide scan. They shot me up with gamma rays, and then let me know that yes, I needed to take more laxatives because I needed an empty system. At this point I realized that indeed, I cant eat any food until Thurs. And man alive I am hungry. So I have decided to turn it into a homage to the hurricane folks. Seems like a much more worthy thing than not eating for a test. And its pointless and a bit silly, but thats ok.

Tonight I stuck my finger in Eagles food so I could lick my finger. Sooo goood.

Iron Chef Celebrations

Today is a momentous day in the life and times of Iron Chef Chicago. It is, indeed, his birthday. To celebrate this event we are having dinner tonight in the Square. If you are interested in breaking some bread with the finest chef in town, please email me to get the location. ICC would like it to be a surprise so I am not posting it here. I think the time will be 6:30.

Pooling resources

Have a couple requests for the wedding. First, if anyone has any vases that they got from having flowers delivered (the plain glass ones) that they want to get rid of, I would love them.

Second, I am compiling the reception music. Please let me know songs that you like to hear and dance to. Along those lines, does anyone have the OMD cd with Forever live and Die on it? I am hoping Mrs Cianfrani will come through on that one. Had that song in my head for days.

Updated settings

Thanks to Lazlo, I have finally gone into the settings of my blog. I had no idea that anonymous posters couldnt leave comments so that is now fixed. You can now comment even if you dont have an account. Also, I kept getting spam comments so I turned on the annoying function that has you type in letters to insure you arent a spammer. Sorry about that.

Check, check, testing 1, 2, 3

So, my doctor mentioned that I needed some more tests done due to a high level of something in a previous test. She wasnt kidding. Apparently, whatever the specialist saw in the previous test can possibly be indicative of cancer somewhere in the endocrine system, as all the upcoming tests - according to WebMD - deal with that.

So this morning I had blood drawn, tonight I have a chest CT scan (a lovely addition to my abdominal CT scan), Monday I am on an all liquid diet (since I already cant have wheat, dairy, or sugar, I guess solids would be the next obvious deletion from my diet), as well as doing another 24 hour urinalysis which I drop off Tues morning at 7am, get more blood drawn that I shouldve had done today but they didnt have the right blood tubes and had to order them from the mayo clinic, then walk over to nuclear medicine for an octreotide scan at 8am. I get injected at 8am and then I wait to get scanned at noon, and then repeat the process on Wed and Thurs.

So, ya know, that all sounds fun...