Over the decades many have looked at the Mona Lisa painting, curious and mesmerized by her smile. I too have sometimes wondered why exactly she was smiling. What kind of smile is that?  It's not even a full smile? What's so special about it?

Then one day, while at my brother's house, I saw a poster of Albert Einstein. On the poster was the quote, "I want to know God's thoughts...the rest are details." And it came to me: "Oh, that's why Mona Lisa was smiling in that famous portrait. She knew God's thoughts and Einstein didn't."

Mona Lisa's was a smile of knowing. And Albert Einstein's was one of extreme frustration, for not knowing—God's thoughts.

The idea of a green association has been growing for over 25 years. With many exhibitions and demonstrations under his belt, Pierre Veronneau’s climax will be realized next summer at the Green Festival 2009 where one will encounter entertainment, humour and day-to-day inspiration from ordinary people. Margaret Mead once said, and Veronneau quotes, “Never underestimate the power of a small group of people to change things.” Historically, he says, it’s the only way that change has been effected. As vice president of the Quebec Association to Stop Atmospheric Pollution, Veronneau’s job is to promote awareness, negotiate with politicians, and educate those who want to contribute to a greener world. He loves nature—and wants all creatures to have, for centuries to come, a clean environment in which to live and grow.

Lately, the air compressed car is where Veronneau’s passion rides. Things would be dramatically improved environmentally if cars would only be regularly inspected for toxin emissions. The air compressed car, he feels, is easy enough to market with so many now concerned and wanting to get involved in preserving the environment. The market is there, and ready to bloom. Zen cars, he says, are on the perfect track, and he wishes that other car companies would follow suit.

Participate in a night of green adventure, strewn with celebrities and breathable air. Spend a night at the Green Festival 2009. Though the festival will be held only in French, Verroneau says both French and English speakers are welcome.

The hole in a Krispy Kreme doughnut is a dual gateway to the Sugar Dimension and the Grease Dimension, bounded by a toroid containment bottle.  It is also a valve, predeterminedly metered to deliver a pound of each respective form of matter in an imperceptibly steady flow when the doughnut is bitten and the gateway is breached.  The virtual containment field remains residual for long enough to sustain itself for a while after the destruction of its physical flour-based matrix.

That's if you eat the entire doughnut within ten minutes.  Luckily, the average duration of consumption is less than that.  Believe it or not, they taste good not just for fun, but by integral design; as a safety measure so failsafe in trial runs that the FDA has waived the usual requirements for visible warnings.

Technically you can eat one Krispy Kreme doughnut and not have to eat at all for the next three days.  (I don't know why the military isn't jumping on this and issuing Krispy Kreme rations.)  And that's why you can gain over a pound for every 4 oz. Krispy Kreme doughnut you eat.  It is not a violation of physical laws after all, merely a clever application of them.

It Uses a Torus Not a Sphere

The problem with a sphere, or any other genus 0 solid, in terms of lines of magnetic force, for instance if you need a containment bottle for plasma or anything else that would melt a normal bottle, like if you're trying for a controlled fusion reaction, is that there's always at least one "bald spot" in the field.  It's like a head, which is roughly a spheroid; the hair has to start at a point and likely bunches up antipodally as well, which in a magnetic field would be a disruption and might as well be a bald spot.  That's not good.  Picture trying to cover a head completely and continuously with hair, without any bald spots or bunchups that would cause a breach of field integrity.

Or you could just trust me.  Can't be done.  It's not like a ball of string either so don't start. 

Now you take a genus 1 solid, like a torus, e.g. innertubes and doughnuts. You can easily coat a torus seamlessly with hair, or lines of force, leaving no bald or bunched spots.  Say you took a stoat, chopped it off behind the forelegs and before the hindlegs, then you take that hairy tube and bend it around so the ends connect.  There it is.  A continuous perfect flow of hair, or a breachless magnetic field that can contain something without physical contact.

As Arthur C. Clarke said, "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."  So... Krispy Kreme doughnuts are... magic.  That's all you really need to know.

But wait till I tell you what I found out about pizza.  Makes the Krispy Kreme trick look like a Pentium 90 with 4 MB of RAM...coming soon.

A few years back, for a period of about three months, I stopped believing in God. Something horrible had happened in my life, and I figured, well, if God allowed that to happen, then He doesn't exist. After all, I've been so good, I've lived a clean life, I've been honest and kind and tried my best to help people, and now this...How could this happen to me? 

I was torn to shreds and my faith was all gone. Each night a strange sound awakened me. It was the sound of someone crying. I realized later it was me waking myself every night. It was the saddest time in my life—because I was alone in this scary and unpredictable world, without the feeling that someone is watching over, protecting. It felt like living in an unjust and unfair world where anything can happen, where all the worst things become possible. When one has no faith, the imagination runs wild and the feeling of safety disappears. This is how I felt: at the mercy of all the could go wrong in the world—terribly wrong. 

Then one day, a simple thing happened. I went shopping at Zellers, a local department store. As I was pushing the cart, little old atheist me unexpectedly leaned over and cried: "Please God, give me another chance at my life. I know I've made a lot of mistakes. I'm sorry...can I please have another chance?"

I was then a non-believer, and found myself, out of the blue, praying and crying. I was quiet enough not to attract unwanted attention from other shoppers, but I cried with all my heart. I couldn't do this life alone. I couldn't live without the feeling that everything would be alright. The minute I raised my head from that spontaneous prayer, I felt lighter. I had the sense inside me that all would be better. I felt faith, and therefore felt safe once again.

I went home, loved my children, and then at night, went to bed. We all slept soundly and magically, and for the next two months, until resolution to my problems was found, I felt peaceful. I felt hopeful.

I knew everything would work out, and it did. It's hard to explain that feeling of knowing, that feeling of God—but it is there nonetheless.