El journal

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 21:59:06 GMT

Great news in the Rubinski house today:
I was approved for a $30,000 science scholarship to Stetson today. This takes me one step closer to being able to pay for my education almost entirely on my own at a private institution. Still pending on updated SAT scores, and later in the week I will be getting a "letter of intent" for baseball at Stetson.

In Further news...

My sister got her confirmation letter on where in the world (literally) she will be sent for the Peace Corp. for twenty some months. Turns out it is Morocco. Very nice location, similar positioning with respect to the equator compared to that of Florida's. She will be sent off early in September, a fine early birthday present for her indeed.

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 19:46:02 GMT

Some one stole my cell phone on Wednesday. I definitley forgot everyones number, since I relied on my phone for the numbers. So until I get a new phone, everyone can reach me on my house phone: 549-4636. You can leave your cell phone number as a comment just incase I have to put a new memory in the next phone.

AP Physics

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 02:55:54 GMT

I am proud to say I did this one on my own. I was very surprised I got it right, and I just wanted to share it with everyone.
:P

AP Physics 29.(111)
Situation: Block A of mass M sits on top of a frictionless ramp that is 30cm high. The ramp is on a 90cm high table. At the bottom of the ramp there is a block B half the mass of M at rest. Block A is realeased from the top of the ramp so it slides and hits Block B. The collision is elastic. Determine where each block lands on the floor below the table after the collision. Ignore air resistance. Hint: Both blocks leave the ramp in a horizontal direction.

Pa+Pb=Pa'+Pb' : MAVA+MBVB=MAVA'+MBVB'

In order to determine the intital velocity of block A we must understand that at the top of the ramp block A will have max PE and at the bottom max KE. So...... mgh=(mv^2)/2. Then we will solve for v and arrive at sqrt(2gh).
therefore: M(sqrt(2gh)) + 0 (since block B begins at rest)= MVA' + M/2 (half the mass) VB'

M(sqrt(2gh)) = MVA' + (M/2)VB' Since we have two unknown variables we are forced to use the golf ball formula in order to identify VB'. The golf ball formula works in this situation since the larger object is hitting the smaller, at rest, object. The formula is : 2MAVA/ (MA+MB) = VB'.
The next step would substitution. (2M)(sqrt(2gh))/ M + (M/2). This can be simplified further since M and M/2 can be added by making a common denominator. (2M)(sqrt(2gh)) / (3M/2) or 4sqrt(2gh) / 3, (M's cancel).

Now that we have found our VB' we can plug it back into our elastic momentum formula.

M(sqrt(2gh)) = MVA' + ((M/2) ((4(sqrt(2gh)) / 3)))

Now it is pretty easy to solve for VA'

VA' = (M(sqrt(2gh)) - ((M/2) ((4(sqrt(2gh)) / 3))) / M

It is now important to understand that each of the respective V' is the vx for each of the blocks. this will remain constant and will determine how far something travelled when multiplied by time. In this case we will use Tfall = sqrt(2h/g).

Lets organize everything we know.
VAx = (M(sqrt(2gh)) - ((M/2) ((4(sqrt(2gh)) / 3))) / M
VBx = 4(sqrt(2gh)) / 3
Tfall = sqrt(2h/g), remains the same for both blocks since they are falling from the same height and horizontal velocity does not change hang time.
and (vx)(t) = dx which is what we are looking for for each block.

Now we actually use numbers and find out what each velocity is.
sqrt(2gh) = sqrt(2x10x(.3)) g= gravity h= height of ramp which 30 cm = .3m
sqrt(6) = 2.45

sqrt(2h/g) h is different in this one since it is talking about how high the blocks are falling from after it came down the ramp, which is 90cm or .9m.
so 2(.9)/10 = about .42

I will leave the rest of the calculator poking up to you. There should only be some M's left and a bunch of ugly constants. There might be some algebra involved but the concept is much simpler than what was shown above. Watch for the M's canceling, as I probably forgot to show that step.

dax = .34m
dbx = 1.37m

HC 08

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 02:27:57 GMT

Baseball Camp

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 03:27:16 GMT

Off to Yale. Wish me luck.

AP scores:

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 20:20:11 GMT

4 in English and 5 in Chemistry.

It is very true, about the other, but not of me.

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 04:59:17 GMT

I have not met the middle or the end yet, though I should know atleast one of the two.

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 04:03:57 GMT

I am an ender. It was slow.

It's on Friday, or tomorrow.

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 03:56:29 GMT

Forgot to mention it. I will be getting surgery tomorrow sometime between 9 and 12.

I really have no idea now.

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 03:21:08 GMT

It probably won't be tomorrow. I will inform everyone when I am POSITIVE.

Correction:

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 16:25:51 GMT

2 weeks.

Hmm

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 23:57:27 GMT

I may be having an operation within the week or next week. It is nothing serious. Figured it would be easiest to let everyone know this way. There is a chance I will not have the operation, so if it turns out I do not, no biggy.

Rough draft of Chp. 1:

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 22:46:05 GMT

My kill was made like this:

The apartment complex was not exactly a high tech security center, though no place was, one's security was in direct relation with how far others were willing to go and how far the someone would go, or in actuality, give back. I'll say it now, and many times more," The mind should be a fortress."

The weather was not foreshadowing tonight, the sky was clear, the moon almost full; as if not satisfied until the deed was done, and the temperature was not bitter, but rather welcoming. There was no lock on the outside entrance. Efficiency cried from every angle in the complex; even the seemingly random landscape played a role, each plant having multiple purposes. Two men could walk broad chested through the hallways, comfortably.

Tonight my mind played no tricks on me, I wanted to do this, this man deserved it. I personally knew things about his life no one else cared to discover. He had no children, family, close friends or even a pet, not that any of that would have deterred me. I also knew he used to be a lazy working man, never holding a job properly, he also got bored one day and killed another man. The man he killed was shot square in the face, after being snuck up on in his own home with a .44 caliber handgun. There was no reason, no purpose and not even pride taken in the kill; which would be the main difference in my kill. He barricaded himself like a rodent, until now, where he was trapped. Understanding why he killed was not important, at all. He was an outcast, and knew it too.

I briskly transversed the distance from door to door, I could not tell you what the carpet, ceiling or walls looked like. His room, his only possession in this world, was room 138, the door was locked. although I was not surprised I could not not help but feel more loathing towards this man, if possible. Not accepting what one had earned is disgusting and inexcusable. Deciding it could not be any type of trap because no shots were fired or any movement made at all I picked the lock and entered. One does not hold his breath when there are no nerves to overcome or lack of a question to what has to be done.

Upon entering I smirked at this man. It was clear sleep had defeated him after days of resistance. Bottles of liquid one does not drink if they have respect for their mind surrounded the man. I approached him, breathing quite normally, his aura was rank. This type of defense is not admirable, he acted and now he will be acted upon. His slumber was undisturbed by my entrance, and after days of dreading his impending doom he was reduced to this. His wooden stool, with 4 legs, exquisitely crafted, varnished with a slight glaze that reflected the moon light equally as slightly; a new day, without this man, was approaching.

The .44 he used to slay a mind was held, lazily, in one hand off to the side. I drew an identical gun; dark metal, much darker than the night, as if the entire piece was the barrel. It held no paticular temperature, lacking all emotion, it was nudged into the man's forehead; he awoke with a groan of a dead man, ironically zombie like. His eyes, basset hound red, fuzzily comprehended his end, and I swear on my life I did not blink as I pulled the trigger.

The bullet, unfortunately, was most likely mangled to an unrecognizable bit of scrap metal after exiting the back of the skull, I took another from my gun and set it on top on the corpses lap. Now everyone would know why he was dead. The bullet was engraved with "Revenge" on the side, none would be sought on me.

My thoughts, heart rate and conscience were all normal, completely lacking guilt as I returned to my flat. The only temperature change tonight was the man's body as it slowly lost its heat.

This will define you as a person:

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 02:13:28 GMT

Describe your eyes:

What is love?

Give an example that shows your sense of humor:

How do you feel?

If you could sing any song when forced to sing, what song would you sing?

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 21:00:42 GMT

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Most imporANTLY, MY KEYBOARD IS BROKEN, SO EVERYTIME I PRESS A it cAPITalizes or undoes whATEVER IS SET at thAT TIME, SO INSTEad of fixinG it, i AM LEaving it.:P

http://www.bash.org/?top , this site rocks, best internet converSations ever. some ARE INappropriATE, SO BRace yourself, but some ARE WORTH THE JUNK.

a few of my fAVORITES:
<lj-cut text"WTF">
<Donut[AFK]> HEY EURAKARTE
<Donut[AFK]> INSULT
<Eurakarte> RETORT
<Donut[AFK]> COUNTER-RETORT
<Eurakarte> QUESTIONING OF SEXUAL PREFERENCE
<Donut[AFK]> SUGGESTION TO SHUT THE FUCK UP
<Eurakarte> NOTATION THAT YOU CREATE A VACUUM
<Donut[AFK]> RIPOSTE
<Donut[AFK]> ADDON RIPOSTE
<Eurakarte> COUNTER-RIPOSTE
<Donut[AFK]> COUNTER-COUNTER RIPOSTE
<Eurakarte> NONSENSICAL STATEMENT INVOLVING PLANKTON
<Miles_Prower> RESPONSE TO RANDOM STATEMENT AND THREAT TO BAN OPPOSING SIDES
<Eurakarte> WORDS OF PRAISE FOR FISHFOOD
<Miles_Prower> ACKNOWLEDGEMENT AND ACCEPTENCE OF TERMS

<Zybl0re> get up
<Zybl0re> get on up
<Zybl0re> get up
<Zybl0re> get on up
<phxl|paper> and DANCE
* nmp3bot dances :D-<
* nmp3bot dances :D|-<
* nmp3bot dances :D/-<
<[SA]HatfulOfHollow> i'm going to become rich and famous after i invent a device that allows you to stab people in the face over the internet

<Cthon98> hey, if you type in your pw, it will show as stars
<Cthon98> ********* see!
<AzureDiamond> hunter2
<AzureDiamond> doesnt look like stars to me
<Cthon98> <AzureDiamond> *******
<Cthon98> thats what I see
<AzureDiamond> oh, really?
<Cthon98> Absolutely
<AzureDiamond> you can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2
<AzureDiamond> haha, does that look funny to you?
<Cthon98> lol, yes. See, when YOU type hunter2, it shows to us as *******
<AzureDiamond> thats neat, I didnt know IRC did that
<Cthon98> yep, no matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as *******
<AzureDiamond> awesome!
<AzureDiamond> wait, how do you know my pw?
<Cthon98> er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause its your pw
<AzureDiamond> oh, ok.
</lj-cut>

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 02:01:40 GMT

In the Intensity of the Night 02/07

The tide of the sky is forever.
Proceeding to recede,
lasting in the mind for echoes.
Physically never there at all,
but potentially still.
However bright, everything becomes
a silhouette;
more clearly,
by making a new horizon.

Imagining the destruction of all things,
with eyelid screens for a mind's projection,
it is recognized as the color of invalidation.
And before seeing the ultimate undoing,
instead of rewinding,
or going forward with linear intent,
it vanishes.

Then there is no more.

The question can then be proposed,
"Has the scene conjured completed itself,
or does the conscious mind refuse to proceed further?".

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 01:29:39 GMT

It Is So Lovely 02/07

Walk.
Look at another without ever looking forward.
Eyes never have to meet,
only encompass a companions face every time
they close.
They close,
forever,
maybe never.
Walk,
so slow,
in any design desired.
Without protest giant hearts are formed,
carefully,
by footprints,
in a dream that was dreamt.

Viola

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 00:58:01 GMT

It is Brightening 1/17

It is so important to watch birds fly.
Understand the movement, and the curve.
Still encompass the driving force,
realize why the wings must and will always.

A stagnant bird, while unmoving,
is not to be unnoticed.
The potential to fly is there is so many ways,
and to miss it is an oppotunity lost.

Inspirational equinox is at hand.

The same plane as those orbs
exatled through time.
How they work so well together,
higher with every thresh.

Worth dedicating lifetimes too,
everytime.
Identify, discover, any and all
people, because when it is seen

it is brightening.

Find that resting place,
turn to one another,
and watch birds fly.
It is so important.

True freedom incarnate.

MAR

Tue, 12 Dec 2006 00:29:13 GMT

First Person

I am consistent. I will always exsist, or plan too.
Numbers describe me well. I do not like to write in the first person,
and hate contractions and the word "and".
Contradictioning is my main anger source.
I might even be angry right now.
I am optimistic and happy.
I will go with being an American.
I say the pledge in the morning, but only loud enough for
a few to hear and I have no idea why.
Where I live is special.
There are almost no trees, I wish there were.
It is very flat, and I do not mind.
My home is old, and I live there.
I break good habits, but form no bads ones.
I read because I need to be other places, and comparing is such a
waste of time unless we compare worlds.
I respect a terrible few amount of people.
I dream extremely vividly and can only remember small details.
I have Deja Vu a lot, from my dreams.
My short term memory is nothing short of terrible,
but it is nothing long of awesome.
Moments of silence are not taken seriously enough.
Adverbs rub me the wrong way.
I do not like possessions.
My ideas are flawless.
Sometimes I think my ideas are flawless.
My work ethic is powered by something unknown.(And often times fails me)
I can never decide, or tell you what I want.
I am positive I am brave in some time.
Computers make me angry.
I am my family, but you will never find me in any of them.
Just pieces.
I have soft spots for animals, and eyes.
I do not define myself by sports.
I am fifteen.
I am silently thankful.
I do not know who to thank. So many things are beautiful.
Teeth are important, and I do not agree with many things people say.
I am humbled when I am solidly proven wrong.
I do not like to be humbled, but will when is necessary.
Food, sleep, thoughts, and numbers are good.
I like cold days( Florida cold).
I like warm days( Florida warm).
I put off putting my name because it would have been forgotten
this far in.
My name is Miles Rubinski, and it is not acceptable for it to be forgotten in such a short time.
I am confident, but not so much that it has a bad taste.
I forget names alot. My morals keep me from doing many stupid things.
I make many unsubstantial mistakes.
I am afraid of karma, and sounding arrogant, and disappointin those dear to me. I have irrational fears of bugs, little rodents, and dangerous situations.
I can be considered friendly but am not easy to become friends with.
My knowledge is limited, but can strech far.
I feel my intelligence can be inadequate. I am pretty sure I will be remembered for the wrong reasons.
My thought process is scary. I am not afraid of it.
When I first meet someone, saying their name is difficult for me.
I believe "Nice to meet you," should be saved for the end of a meeting.
I have read many things, but it is not nearly enough.
I have not seen enough things, but I could be satisfied by what I have.
Love is there.
The name in between in Anthony.
I am the master of first impressions.
I enjoy strategies.
And the rest is sketchy details, that should be saved for later dates.
Nice to meet you. And my name is Miles Rubinski.
What is up?

Wed, 29 Nov 2006 23:42:02 GMT

The Synonym of The Soul 11/28

The synonym of the soul
can be every opposite detested.
Much like an ill-flavored pie:
hidden behind warm feelings.

The flavor limited by assumption,
texture would be the only taste.
Think of temperture as a surface,
then its heat will sate.

Qualities that are unique have no end.
Color is thought of in lengths;
attitude may be related into windows.
So transparent, unless stained.

So light in mass and
hulking in weight.
A heavy conscience has no equal.

The entity where each soul resides
vaires grealty, while their numbers vast.
So few can manifest words for such a concept,
and find a synonym of the soul.

I had a request

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 03:14:59 GMT

10/12

Football.
Poems are not meant for this.

Communicate you are ready, when everything else
is unexpressably hazy, and remember, remember.
Create your own past and future through movements
uncharacteristic of the entity you once were.
Be a part of the reapers who are their own weapons,
and together are the ultimate impetus.
Exprience hints of battle so sublime;
flow under and over right through.

The spice is so nice when in this deep, then out,
and gone. Powerful with limits that reach as far as
human potential will go. So charge, and describe yourself
through your actions without words of hate. Describe yourself
as the game has portrayed itself above. Leave nothing; take nothing.

If ever there was a never without,
then never was there an ever with true impact.
And today, no matter the shadows, let true dominance reign.
Energy is forever, and can never be eliminated.
This is meant for real motivation,
"Depend on me."

Football. Live it.
Poems are meant for this.

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 03:04:08 GMT

I have just broken the code in minesweeper, beginner mode, took nearly 5 minutes. Thank you.

Apparently theres a system that required me to read the rules. muahha

Dang

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 00:25:25 GMT

Go 11/07

And then they all forgot,
but for a while we were less than human.

We look up,
and have so much desire that will not be answered.

Inside so many insides,
these do not look familliar.
And when we all remembered we had courage,
we stared with nothing.

Lets go to the high white,
and reach either in praise,
or with a conviction that judges
the coldness of ice.

Release at the divide, that is only a point,
and come back again as several so strong.
Awareness that has reluctance of so many,
senses dwindle in the presence.

Strong does not work,
weak will never suffice.
We were human,
no memory could deny.

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 02:25:43 GMT

The Simple Life 10/25

How simple life could be,
if only it were lived as a four-way-stop is run.

Self governed and without befuddlement.
Efficient in every aspect,
but still accepting mistakes.
As they inevitably come.

Curteous waves,
the main form of communication.
Chased by a smile, or an unnoticed grit
of annoyance.

Blinkers to say where we are headed in life.
With a slight curve a destination is reached.
Some may seek a straight path,
and that, too, is royal.

And the only concern is,
"Who got there first."

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 23:24:01 GMT

Prowess 10/09

Surrounded by gray and thorns,
you are protected from your savior.
Green eyes watch from seeds of birds,
and smallness was never so prominent.

Inspiring confusion in the most humble of creatures,
silently requesting hospitality from the keepers,
but scurry away, loneliness is your sustenance.

Sleep in our wakes, where we have not seen.
Creep in our night, for then you prosper.
We can not own, even if we could capture,
and all we can do is accept.

Gray is your element,
be with it Little One.