1.5 years ago.
All is right with the world today.
Today I believe the universe is an analog state. In a finite universe, matter and energy are completely accounted for. Since I choose to believe in an infinite universe, I must trust the analog. There cannot be an end in an analog state. Digital allows for finite numbers and exact simplifications. As a child, I laughed at the idea of significant digits. Even calculus purports to show instantaneous rates of change and perfect volumes in amoeba-warped shapes.
Math is the language of simplification. It is a model of function. Math is finite is its description. I choose things are rarely finite. It is possible for me to still be a reductionist?
Bill Gates wants me to make can not into cannot. When I was in grade school, we learned that cannot is not a word. We also learned that commas should precede the last item in a list. Apples, oranges, and grapes. Now, Bill wants me to leave out the last comma.
Can not is cannot
Word marks with green underlines
My last comma stays
I have given away three gifts in the past three days. To a waitress in a pizza shop, a copy of an Icelandic novel about bitterness and obsession. The theme is lost time and regret. It is about the justification of life through emotional reciprocity and nihilism. In the end, the author is consumed and destroyed by his own self-deception. And the translator of his memoirs walks the streets and visits the cafes of his retched life, looking for justification and understanding.
I own a book, she said, and grasped in desperation to remember what it is about. She is tall and thin, a mousy face, a slight nasal accent. She exudes sensuality with bare midriffs and straight, naturally unkempt hair. I hope she reads the book.
I pray to learn to connect with attractive women without wanting to kiss and touch them.
Casey from the coffee shop received a copy of an ambient music album. It is a tribute to someone, somewhere, by artists I have never heard. It is a two disc set, the first of remakes, the second original material. The second disc inspires hope I think, and I listen to it now in the coffee shop. Casey is not here.
The third gift I will purchase today for my mother. She adores a salon and spa very close to my house: Key Lime Pie. The present will be a gift certificate; hair styling and whatever spa treatment she wishes. It excites me that my mother enjoys this place. She drives into town alone every six weeks. It is her escape. While she is fearful to enter a grocery store alone, she is able to do this. My mother is beautiful and original. She is very sick, and very powerful. I learn more from her everyday.
I will give two more gifts soon. They shall be a movie and another book. I dont know who will receive them. The movie will go to a male, the book to a female. My father will also receive a book on tape. Probably the same book I will give to the female.
Today it is bright and beautiful. A cool breeze flows around the city, and the trees show the rain that fell last night in their green leaves. Soon they will be orange and brown. Soon they will fall, and we will be cold and wear jackets.
This morning, I met a realtor to tour a house for sale. A cute three-bedroom town home with an elegant kitchen and wonderful wood floors. My sister is moving back to town soon so she and I can write and create and make tofu surprises for each other. I had a dream we were in a convenience store, and our horse ran off into traffic. She wasnt watching the horse, because a greasy, unattractive male was talking to her. I was angered at her, because she lost the horse. It ran off, and died. She didnt care. I have never ridden a horse.
My second dream was a vacation. I was back on a college summer beach trip, where 16 boys and girls pile into 3 hotel rooms for a weekend. Everyone was intoxicated, salty, and smelled of sweat and tanning oil. I promised myself once again I would never vacation like this.
Casey just arrived. She chain smokes and chain smiles. A beautiful woman outside has been talking to a friend and smiling. To look at him, she looks towards the window, in my direction. When she smiles at him, I imagine she is looking at me and smiling. When I meet my female friends now, I hug them, kiss their cheek and lightly grasp the other side of their face. I enjoy that sharing. The horses in my dreams always die.
The woman outside and her friend just left, together. I do not think they are just friends. He had very short, bleached blond hair. I was wrong before, she isnt beautiful. She is foxy. I cringe as I think of that word. Im sorry you just had to read it.
Today my horoscope reads, See people, relationships for as they are, not as how you would like them to be. Today I have been overwhelmed with happiness and sharing. I live as how I want the world to be, not as how others tell me it is. Competitive, survival of the fittest, dog-eat-dog, a spiritual battleground: Devoid. If I choose to live otherwise, it is not devoid. That is my Faith. We can be greater than we act. We can be greater than we choose to believe we are. I read today, for the greater Glory of God. I do not think those people think about an infinite analog much.
Two bombs went off in Bali last night. Over two hundred people were killed, most of them vacationing Australians. The first explosion was centered on one nightclub. The second was a cleanup blast, designed to harm the fleeing civilians and arriving medical and policing units. The bombs were probably a mixture of diesel fuel and phosphorous; fertilizer is the easiest to obtain. Their impact was more of a firebomb than a decimating explosion.
Most victims were in shock, glass cuts, glass imbedded in their faces, and their backs on fire or smoldering.
I guess not all is right with the world today.
All is right with the world today.
Today I believe the universe is an analog state. In a finite universe, matter and energy are completely accounted for. Since I choose to believe in an infinite universe, I must trust the analog. There cannot be an end in an analog state. Digital allows for finite numbers and exact simplifications. As a child, I laughed at the idea of significant digits. Even calculus purports to show instantaneous rates of change and perfect volumes in amoeba-warped shapes.
Math is the language of simplification. It is a model of function. Math is finite is its description. I choose things are rarely finite. It is possible for me to still be a reductionist?
Bill Gates wants me to make can not into cannot. When I was in grade school, we learned that cannot is not a word. We also learned that commas should precede the last item in a list. Apples, oranges, and grapes. Now, Bill wants me to leave out the last comma.
Can not is cannot
Word marks with green underlines
My last comma stays
I have given away three gifts in the past three days. To a waitress in a pizza shop, a copy of an Icelandic novel about bitterness and obsession. The theme is lost time and regret. It is about the justification of life through emotional reciprocity and nihilism. In the end, the author is consumed and destroyed by his own self-deception. And the translator of his memoirs walks the streets and visits the cafes of his retched life, looking for justification and understanding.
I own a book, she said, and grasped in desperation to remember what it is about. She is tall and thin, a mousy face, a slight nasal accent. She exudes sensuality with bare midriffs and straight, naturally unkempt hair. I hope she reads the book.
I pray to learn to connect with attractive women without wanting to kiss and touch them.
Casey from the coffee shop received a copy of an ambient music album. It is a tribute to someone, somewhere, by artists I have never heard. It is a two disc set, the first of remakes, the second original material. The second disc inspires hope I think, and I listen to it now in the coffee shop. Casey is not here.
The third gift I will purchase today for my mother. She adores a salon and spa very close to my house: Key Lime Pie. The present will be a gift certificate; hair styling and whatever spa treatment she wishes. It excites me that my mother enjoys this place. She drives into town alone every six weeks. It is her escape. While she is fearful to enter a grocery store alone, she is able to do this. My mother is beautiful and original. She is very sick, and very powerful. I learn more from her everyday.
I will give two more gifts soon. They shall be a movie and another book. I dont know who will receive them. The movie will go to a male, the book to a female. My father will also receive a book on tape. Probably the same book I will give to the female.
Today it is bright and beautiful. A cool breeze flows around the city, and the trees show the rain that fell last night in their green leaves. Soon they will be orange and brown. Soon they will fall, and we will be cold and wear jackets.
This morning, I met a realtor to tour a house for sale. A cute three-bedroom town home with an elegant kitchen and wonderful wood floors. My sister is moving back to town soon so she and I can write and create and make tofu surprises for each other. I had a dream we were in a convenience store, and our horse ran off into traffic. She wasnt watching the horse, because a greasy, unattractive male was talking to her. I was angered at her, because she lost the horse. It ran off, and died. She didnt care. I have never ridden a horse.
My second dream was a vacation. I was back on a college summer beach trip, where 16 boys and girls pile into 3 hotel rooms for a weekend. Everyone was intoxicated, salty, and smelled of sweat and tanning oil. I promised myself once again I would never vacation like this.
Casey just arrived. She chain smokes and chain smiles. A beautiful woman outside has been talking to a friend and smiling. To look at him, she looks towards the window, in my direction. When she smiles at him, I imagine she is looking at me and smiling. When I meet my female friends now, I hug them, kiss their cheek and lightly grasp the other side of their face. I enjoy that sharing. The horses in my dreams always die.
The woman outside and her friend just left, together. I do not think they are just friends. He had very short, bleached blond hair. I was wrong before, she isnt beautiful. She is foxy. I cringe as I think of that word. Im sorry you just had to read it.
Today my horoscope reads, See people, relationships for as they are, not as how you would like them to be. Today I have been overwhelmed with happiness and sharing. I live as how I want the world to be, not as how others tell me it is. Competitive, survival of the fittest, dog-eat-dog, a spiritual battleground: Devoid. If I choose to live otherwise, it is not devoid. That is my Faith. We can be greater than we act. We can be greater than we choose to believe we are. I read today, for the greater Glory of God. I do not think those people think about an infinite analog much.
Two bombs went off in Bali last night. Over two hundred people were killed, most of them vacationing Australians. The first explosion was centered on one nightclub. The second was a cleanup blast, designed to harm the fleeing civilians and arriving medical and policing units. The bombs were probably a mixture of diesel fuel and phosphorous; fertilizer is the easiest to obtain. Their impact was more of a firebomb than a decimating explosion.
Most victims were in shock, glass cuts, glass imbedded in their faces, and their backs on fire or smoldering.
I guess not all is right with the world today.
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I suppose that doesn't really answer why as a Brit I want to see it. Maybe I just want affirmation (like I need it) that not all Americans side with George Bush.
Franka Potente...yeah, I know they're doing the sequal. I suppose I would say I prefer her in Bourne, but that's only because I've seen it most recently.
Drinking as a social event? No, not really. I don't like to build it up into an epic end-of-week binge. With me, you have a drink and if the conversation is flowing and you feel like another you carry on....if you feel like bed, you go home.
Hmm, those questions were slightly more probing than I thought.