July 2010
26 posts
ν-jörc-ur
Would be an awful fashion label. Tries too hard: Greek, Fauxcandinavian, Sumeria. One’d’ve to be a physico-linguistic anthropologist historian to even bother. Would fail the Coddington test, possibly pass the Roitfeld. Now, roll your eyes—begin by looking down, swish left, up, around, and hold. 315°. Sport the Wayfarer, for spirit. Bring on the Givenchy. You’re all Hepburn....
STOP THE PRESSES!
A tornado [maybe] ‘twisted’ through Martha’s farm!
Here are some select quotes from this report of a significantly dramatic socio-economical disaster:
“Stately old trees were snapped down and others were pulled right out of the ground.” (OMG!) “In fact, it was pounding horizontally.” (!!!) “Shaun, my gardener and a licensed arborist, was shocked by...
I should be asleep right now, but clearly I'm not.
Or I wouldn’t be typing this.
An interesting situation is one in which two people are walking alone into an elevator, and they hate each other due to [previous complication in work/family/relationships], and one of the two enters the ‘car’ first. He/she then proceeds to select his/her floor number, but due to [previous complication in work/family/relationships], he/she will not...
I don't even think to make corrections.
I.e., all under assumptions of Euclidean n-space, n ∈ ℕ. On the transcendence of chaotic systems beyond any form of universal interpretation of meaning, or meaninglessness:
If this were a high school freshman-level English class assignment to write about ‘someone noteworthy with whom I closely identify,’ then I’d do my piece on Benoît Mandelbrot.
Until Mandelbrot came to...
Brainy, brainy, brainy.
Parallel lines are always coplanar; skew lines are never coplanar. On how narrative meaning greatly influenced the discovery of pulsars:
I previously explained, in very rough terms, what pulsars are right here. The post got ‘reblogged’ by It’s Full of Stars, leading to a bout of ‘mad hits’ on this tumblog over a period of ~5-16 hours.
The story of the first...
Voyage au bout de la nuit.
A collection of skew lines is non-intersecting and non-parallel. On the inherent narrative meaning in quantum mechanics:
Arguably, the two best-known conceptions of quantum mechanics are the Copenhagen and many-worlds interpretations. In both schools, quantum-scale phenomena are described largely by wavefunctions, statistical, probabilistic mathematical formulations which describe the likelihoods...
Equilibrium.
Never will two skew lines intersect. I dug out my copy of Douglas Hofstadter’s Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid recently, for reference purposes, and found a Post-It note lost on page 576 with the following on it, sic:
To note: Figurative Meaning → Meaning from a universal view → ∄ any meaning. → Humanistic meaning, such as in the sciences or even literature. → Where humanistic...
When I race across Moon River.
I (quite) honestly believe that I am ‘royally’ ‘“screwed” badly’ or perhaps ‘“screwed” for life’ unless I get my shit together soon. I mentioned previously how my life has recently been characterized (not by me, but by ‘third’ parties) as catastrophically ambitious. Of course, my saying this makes me seem like a...
Ayo, Omaha.
New plans for life, in bullet-point form:
Finish a degree in physics, one in math, one in English;
Do the above within three years;
Go to graduate school for theoretical physics in NYC;
Get a Ph.D. in theoretical physics;
Abandon physics;
Move to the LES and take on ‘grunge lyfe’;
Become an indie writer of apathetic stories;
Do that for ~5 years;
Move to Brooklyn;
Struggle...
22 days ago I wrote about failure.
Today I spent 65% of my time working on a paper concerning my beaus, PSRs J0631+1036 and J0815+0939, and ~34% of my time catching bits of Food Network from the background. The remaining ~1% of my time was spent doing things like picking paper clips off the floor and staring at the wall.
On the Food Network front, Paula Deen informed me that ‘it’s [her] party and she can fry if [she]...
Going 'Thoreau'gue
Perhaps surprisingly, I am not much of an outdoorsy person, preferring the rather calming environs and milieu of the stereotypical coffee/tea house and its bookstore counterparts to getting ‘down and dirty’ going—say—kayaking or camping.
This is not to say that I do not enjoy adventuring, an activity which may just be one of my ‘top faves’ if I were to take on...
Dudes/dudettes, shoot me some ideez please.
Incoherent, graceless babble (I couldn’t explain it any better.):
Try to think of the evolution from analog, continuous signals to digital, binary transmission. The former is a simpler form of ‘communication,’ but encompasses a gapless spectrum that, as a whole, describes whatever ‘message’ with great, lossless detail (think vinyl records). On the other hand, the...
shower poetry / poetry composed while 'in' the...
grilled cheese
often i wonder if the person who ‘came up’ with the ‘grilled cheese’ sandwich was an idiot/’linguistically inept’ because i have yet to see a ‘grilled cheese’ that is grilled and that has ‘real’ cheese, as opposed to ‘processed “cheese” product’ on bad white bread, slightly fried
perhaps then the...
Friday, June 12, 2009
Inspiration can come from the most unexpected places sometimes. This past weekend, while reading the addictive literary genius of David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest at ~3/4 AM between sheets that were really unnecessary due to the heat/uncomfortable humidity, it happened. Inspiration did. And it wasn’t DFW’s fault as much as it was a Person Who’d Read the Book Prior to...
What started it all.
“We began by expressing a reason for why we should be motivated to pursue these existential questions in the first place. Is there a point to pursuing answers to What is the meaning of life? and What is expected of me as a human being? or What should I be doing on Valentine’s day? or even Iced coffee or hot coffee? or even yet Is that Burberry, or just plaid? I don’t know, and I don’t...
If Ke$ha were classy, talented, and intelligent,...
Hypozeuxis, then alliterated surprise.
We were both in a small wooden room which, according to the receptionist down under, was designed ‘in the Victorian style,’ crookedly supporting two levels above and burdening twenty-two below. The demeanor of this small enclave reminded me that I never wrote poetry, but that I had often considered it. It smelled musky under influence of high nostalgia, forgotten at all other times. I...
shooby doo: linx are there for the clickin' →
You know what’s awesome? My friendos have blogs too. Allow me to sic them on you using equations.
Tart pop culture observations + college life + funny conversations = Button Ups & Solo Cups written by the wickedly fabu Giao
Alternative spellingz + quantum physics and cosmology + literary leanings = Just Plaid, the brainchild of the Honorable Mateus T.
Encyclopedic Broadway knowledge +...
Morally ambivalent/apathetic, dramatically...
D:D
*Avoiding exclamation...
2x asterisks. 1x action. 1x hypocrisy. 40x exclamation points. (Hence only allowing me more ‘points’ in ~1,333,333.(3)-2,000,000 words, by decree of a certain Elmore Leonard.)
In middle school, study hall was the mid-rate bitch. (I cannot decide what was so-called ‘first-rate,’ as I’m not quite sure if that description would be critical or a derisively nostalgic,...
