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Jewelz of the Day….. Mathematics

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The Mathematics of Beauty

The Fibonacci Sequence is a sequence of numbers where each number is the sum of the previous two—i.e., 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34…and so on to infinity. The ratio of one number to the next is approximately 1.61803, which is called “phi”, or the Golden Ratio. It’s not a magical mathematical equation of the universe, but it definitely reflects natural, aesthetically b

eautiful patterns. The ratio been used as the ideal proportion standard by artists and architects throughout history, and it’s also found in nature because it’s one of the most efficient way to pack things together. The human body can mostly be divided up in terms of the golden ratio, with one nose, two eyes, three segments to each limb, five fingers on each hand, and our measurements and proportions also reflect the ratio, especially the proportions of the human face—the width of the nose, position of the eyes, length of the chin. Our attraction to another person increases if their body and features are symmetrical and proportional, since we perceive them to be healthier, and so the Golden Ratio appears to be connected with humans’ ideals of beauty. It’s worth noting, however, that although the ratio can create a beautiful face, it can’t create a beautiful mind.

Jewelz of the Day…… The Pocket Square

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So you wanna rock a tie, but you don’t wanna rock a tie. Well then it sounds like what you need is a pocket square Playboy! The pocket square is the staple of every man’s wardrobe that will NEVER go out of style. Sure right now it is enjoying a comeback of sorts for the masses. But real men understand the pocket square never went anywhere.

See the pocket square can add a little color to any suit or blazer, serving the same purpose as a tie. However, unlike a tie, the pocket square won’t have you feeling all boxed up. Your collar can still be unbuttoned, but with the help of your trusty pocket square you will still be ten steps ahead of the average. And Moguls, we are not average.

Do yourself a solid a cop a pocket square this fall.

Jewelz of the Day….. So Beautiful

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I was listening to this conversation
Noticing my daydream stimulated me more
I was crumbling with anticipation
You’d better send me home before I tumble down to the floor
You’re so beatiful but oh so boring
I’m wondering what I’m doing here
So beatiful but oh so boring, I’m wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the curlers in your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now ?
Something’s glistening in my imagination
Motorvatin’ something close to breaking the law
Wait a mo’ before you take me down to the station
I’ve never known a one who’d make me suicidal before
She was so beatiful but oh so boring
I’m wondering what I’m doing here
So beautiful but oh so boring, I’m wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the curlers in your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now ?

How much lamer can this conversation get? I mean if her conversation was half as her looks, she would be the human equivalent of encyclopedias. Full of so much information. But instead I’m sitting here listening to what sounds like a walrus dying. Would rather someone pull my skin off my body with a pair of tweezers. You say it can’t be that bad can it? Why yes it can Moguls, yes it can.

See from a distance she looked like the Prototype, the one that 3 Stacks sung about. The lady I planned on laying in her hair with. A beautiful sumthin’ sumthin. You know the one. But instead I fooled around and snagged a vain one. So vain that she probably will think this post is about her. Poor, poor lady. Who would have thunk such a thing?

I wonder can her bird at least sing?

Jewelz of the Day…..3/7/12

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If—

By Rudyard Kipling1865–1936 Rudyard Kipling
 
If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!