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Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 31st, 2009, 1:34 pm
by trackstar
The answers are within. I have both of them and I would like to load the full contents into my iPhone.Then I want to corner the market in Scottish wool and English Angora, continuously delta hedging with French angora.What to do about gamma though... back to fluffy logic?

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 31st, 2009, 2:04 pm
by Traden4Alpha
QuoteOriginally posted by: trackstarThen I want to corner the market in Scottish wool and English Angora, continuously delta hedging with French angora.What to do about gamma though... back to fluffy logic?You need to learn multithreading or your hedging will tie you in knots! And I think I know the perfect Celtic Computationalist who just happens to teach High Performance C++ Applications in Computational and Quantitative Finance using OpenMP.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: December 31st, 2009, 4:06 pm
by trackstar
QuoteOriginally posted by: Traden4AlphaQuoteOriginally posted by: trackstarThen I want to corner the market in Scottish wool and English Angora, continuously delta hedging with French angora.What to do about gamma though... back to fluffy logic?You need to learn multithreading or your hedging will tie you in knots! And I think I know the perfect Celtic Computationalist who just happens to teach High Performance C++ Applications in Computational and Quantitative Finance using OpenMP.That has made its way into my planner. I think that I will start taking Gingko Biloba and low doses of anabolic steroids next year too.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 2:58 pm
by daveangel
Burns nightQuote Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre gauze and lace; Tho', faith! I fear ye dine but sparely On sic a place. Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner, How daur ye set your fit upon her - Sae fine a lady? Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner On some poor body. Swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle, Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle, In shoals and nations; Whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle Your thick plantations. Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight, Below the fatt'rels, snug and tight; Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right, Till ye've got on it - The verra tapmost, tow'rin height O' Miss' bonnet. My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out, As plump an' grey as ony groset: O for some rank, mercurial rozet, Or fell, red smeddum, I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't, Wad dress your droddum. I wad na been surpris'd to spy You on an auld wife's flainen toy; Or aiblins some bit dubbie boy, On's wyliecoat; But Miss' fine Lunardi! fye! How daur ye do't? O Jenny, dinna toss your head, An' set your beauties a' abread! Ye little ken what cursed speed The blastie's makin: Thae winks an' finger-ends, I dread, Are notice takin. O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An' foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, An' ev'n devotion!

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 3:10 pm
by Cuchulainn
I won't be able to make the trip, but here's a song from Paolo Nutini

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 5:36 pm
by Traden4Alpha
I'll boil a haggis and sip a dram in Burn's honor.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 5:39 pm
by Cuchulainn
QuoteOriginally posted by: Traden4AlphaI'll boil a haggis and sip a dram in Burn's honor.What about a 42 year old whisky, or failing that 4 8-year olds and a 10-year old, what.?BTW I was away last few days but I expected Wilfrid to post the passing of Ms Simmons.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 6:16 pm
by daveangel
Quote BTW I was away last few days but I expected Wilfrid to post the passing of Ms Simmons. look at the "I am Spartacus" thread...

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 6:39 pm
by Cuchulainn
QuoteOriginally posted by: daveangelQuote BTW I was away last few days but I expected Wilfrid to post the passing of Ms Simmons. look at the "I am Spartacus" thread...Thanks. Wilfrid uses association, I should have searched for 'Spartacus'.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 7:39 pm
by Traden4Alpha
QuoteOriginally posted by: CuchulainnQuoteOriginally posted by: Traden4AlphaI'll boil a haggis and sip a dram in Burn's honor.What about a 42 year old whisky, or failing that 4 8-year olds and a 10-year old, what.?Capital idea, my good man.We can even turn it into a brain teaser (or brain squeezer)1. How many different ways can one drink whisky such that the sum of the ages is 42?2. Which combination from problem #1 provides maximum pleasure: (balancing quantity vs. quality)3. Which combination from problem #1 provides minimum cost at the pub? (42 x 1 year old whiskies might more expensive at the bar then some combination of far fewer but slightly older drinks)4. Would Burn's poetry be more intelligible if he hadna drunk all those whisky combinations?

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 8:42 pm
by trackstar
Caledonia - A BalladThere was once a day, but old Time was then young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung, (Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain, To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: Her heav'nly relations there fixed her reign, And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good. A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war, The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew: Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore, - "Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!" With tillage or pasture at times she would sport, To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn; But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort, Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn. Long quiet she reigned; till thitherward steers A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand: Repeated, successive, for many long years, They darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land: Their pounces were murder, and terror their cry, They'd conquer'd and ruin'd a world beside; She took to her hills, and her arrows let fly, The daring invaders they fled or they died. The Cameleon-Savage disturb'd her repose, With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife; Provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose, And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life: The Anglian lion, the terror of France, Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood; But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance, He learned to fear in his own native wood. The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north, The scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore; The wild Scandinavian boar issued forth To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore: O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd, No arts could appease them, no arms could repel; But brave Caledonia in vain they assail'd, As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell. Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free, Her bright course of glory for ever shall run: For brave Caledonia immortal must be; I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun: Rectangle-triangle, the figure we'll chuse: The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base; But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse; Then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 8:48 pm
by Cuchulainn
QuoteOriginally posted by: Traden4AlphaQuoteOriginally posted by: CuchulainnQuoteOriginally posted by: Traden4AlphaI'll boil a haggis and sip a dram in Burn's honor.What about a 42 year old whisky, or failing that 4 8-year olds and a 10-year old, what.?Capital idea, my good man.We can even turn it into a brain teaser (or brain squeezer)1. How many different ways can one drink whisky such that the sum of the ages is 42?2. Which combination from problem #1 provides maximum pleasure: (balancing quantity vs. quality)3. Which combination from problem #1 provides minimum cost at the pub? (42 x 1 year old whiskies might more expensive at the bar then some combination of far fewer but slightly older drinks)4. Would Burn's poetry be more intelligible if he hadna drunk all those whisky combinations?Maybe this will help

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 25th, 2010, 8:50 pm
by Cuchulainn
Boys of the Lough,Damhsai Scioboil

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 22nd, 2011, 7:40 pm
by Cuchulainn
Don't forget

Scotland, land of Robert Burns

Posted: January 22nd, 2011, 7:53 pm
by Traden4Alpha
But, I'm still hungover from his last birthday.