Can Cymatics seperate the oil from the ocean water?

I have been doing some research, on the internet, not in a lab, on harmonics and the power of sound and specifically music.

There appears to be a harmony for every single thing in existence. A sound which will cause it to have a certain reaction.

And after watching the Gulf Oil Spill by BP, I can't help but wonder if there is a vibration or frequency that a sound could be played that would seperate the oil from the water.

It should work like a centrifuge, and the fact that sound travels 11 times faster under water, should make it work over wide areas.

This would help significantly reduce the area of oil that needs to be picked up if it could be forced to group itself together. That way oil barges sucking up the oil can concentrate their efforts and pull up purer samples of oil out of the water.

But that is a long way away and I'm not sure if that type of experiment would even work. Need to test it immediately and need to find out who could help with this.

Breakin up is good for you

I've never been able to understand the reasoning behind staying in a broken relationship.

And maybe that has prevented me from truly connecting.

But seriously, at what point will you decide it's time to go.

I don't care if the reason is my fault or yours, fighting constantly is no way to live your life.

If I am the cause, then try to find out what is setting me off and avoid that.

If I'm being irrationally angry, then it's JUST YOU that is pissing me off.

I don't need a reason to be upset, I'm FUCKING clinically depressed, even though I haven't gotten a doctor's opinion for that, but the only way to get treated would be to attempt suicide and I'm too proud for that shit.

Now, if 2 people don't work out, it is not the end of the world, just the end of their happiness.

At that point the miserableness starts to make me physically sick, and that is when I'm GONE.

I won't listen to protests or pleads or promises. I will listen to my body and emotions.

And right now, all the fighting is killing me.

Living with Type 2 Diabetes

This morning was the first day I injected myself with insulin.

It wasn't that bad. Of course the anticipation of the shot was worse than the shot itself since the needle is so tiny.

I also started my medication and started monitoring my blood sugar as well. So I had to poke myself twice today.

But boy do I miss soda...