April 2010
21 posts
A mistake on the part of nature.
I’ve been a target of a lot of unwarranted heckling over the past few days for hatin’ on unicorns. Now, I understand the appeal of an equine with a nine-incher on its forehead, but… what the hell? My main problem with these “creatures” is their association with pastel colors, particularly those of the pinkish or sky-bluish varieties. Really—very, very few things...
Tumblr traffic was slow for the crash years.
This is a cheapo bullet-point outline of a conversation I had with myself recently. By recently, of course, I mean today. About an hour ago. Out loud. (The last bit is a lie.) Keep in mind that I am not at all proud of what you are about to read. In fact, it’s quite shameful and demoralizing. The precise reason for why I am making this public is my need for attention-whoring in the hopes...
shooby doo: plans for a new departure →
It’s strange, but the most romantic part of novel-writing to me is not the image of some dude or lady working far into the night, surrounded by tea lights and drinking gin & tonics out of a mug, but rather the idea of Research. Not sure what happened to make me glamorize what must be incredibly…
Being that I’m right out of composing a kick-ass eleven-pager on the conception of...
Bubble. Pop. Elec-tric.
Is it pretentious to simultaneously listen to Charlotte Gainsbourg and read The New Yorker, all while sipping a cup of black coffee from Uncommon Grounds? Ah dinnae think so. I’d need a couple’a Kreteks to even approach that, methinks.
In fact, as I sit here in “the lounge,” fourth floor, with the lights off and rays of sunshine illuminating the Brownian motion of dust...
Duuuude.
This morning I had one of the worst shocks in my life. (In my life!) I got up under normal conditions—to the usual Ke$ha playing on 95 Triple X (Class Act™) at 6:21 AM. I then followed with the usual routine of showering and doing all that “freshening up” and stuff. I had to be particularly fresh for Pink Tuesday today (even though I forgot to wear pink, gosh).
But, anyway, when...
Addressing questions nobody asked.
Part of my responsibility as part of an ecosystem, I feel, is to relate to my environment in a reciprocal manner which ensures the maximal preservation of both my life and the life of the very biosphere which sustains me. If we all take this point of view (not that I’m suggesting that it is by any means ideal or even realistic), it becomes quickly apparent that, in the grand scheme of the...
Stoopeid bus driver got feckin' Justin Bieber...
Now I’m all confuzzled, since I was trying to come up with some meaningful stuff to think about, like where the combinatoric “choose” function attains a max. Then I just felt like an idiot, because it’s obviously the same max as one would expect for any Gaussian distribution. So I concluded that listening to a mid-age overweight fellar humming to the tune of a prepubescent...
Musings my murmuring morning mind murmurs, man.
The Universe is a universe understood through physical law. But physics uses mathematics to formulate itself. So, in a sense, physics is a universe understood through mathematics. What is mathematics the universe of? Logic? If so, what gives rise to logic? Philosophy? If so, does this mean logical thought is an inherent subset of human thought? Is philosophy a universe produced by humanity and its...
Come and knock on our door. We haven't really been...
Here at the University of Vermont, the Department of Physics is overprivileged. We have at most eight tenured faculty, of which about five teach undergraduate classes on a regular basis. These people are all ridiculously brilliant, to the point that it makes me question, at times, why this place isn’t well-known for its prowess in the physical sciences. But, anyway, Chemistry, by comparison,...
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This is an uninspired post. But, really, it’s a paradoxically uninspired post, as the very uninspiration serves as inspiration in itself, ya got meh? I like paradoxically uninspired things because they allow me to do anything with them. It feels dominating, in a non-sexual way. But it could be that way too, if that’s your kind of thing. Anyway, I’m not Mr. Totemeal [danke...
