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After seeing it lying around in my room for months, I’ve finally started on Everything and More: A Compact History of Infinity by David Foster Wallace. So far, I’ve read up to the Greek’s take (read: hatred) of the concept of infinity. It’s really well written, though people who haven’t read any of Wallace’s other works will need to get used to his writing style. Oh. And it’s only 305 pages long, footnotes included (and foot-footnotes).

…in which case you will once again have answered Zeno’s Dichotomy in a way that is complex, formally sexy, technically correct, and deeply trivial. (emphasis added)

Rarely do math classes ever tell us whether a certain formula is truly significant, or why, or where it came from, or what was at stake. (And, of course, rarely do students think to ask – the formulas alone take so much work to ‘understand’, we often aren’t aware that we don’t understand them at all. That we end up not even knowing that we don’t know is the really insidious part of most math classes.)

So you can tell it’s some cool shit. I know of certain people who need to read this, namely lotusblossom since she’s a math teacher.

This little heat wave we’ve been having is getting old now. I’d like for it to cool down a little at some point. Not too much. Just a tad.

I know this will satisfy some of the more literary junkies who read my LJ. A Dutch univerisity student scanned the original manuscript for Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures Underground (via Boing Boing.)

Here’s a picture of me in the bathroom:

After a month being social, my brain has decided to stop it. Last night at Bricktops, aside from that one femmy straight boy, I just couldn’t talk. Tonight was the same thing. lotusblossom, saltyseas and I ended up at Akbar, and we just couldn’t hang. I’ve completely shut down. So instead we go over to lotusblossom‘s place to play Egyptian Ratfuck, a great drinking came involving cards, and get really fucked up. Fun fun fun. I think I’m going to lay low again next weekend so that by the following weekend I’ll be presentable to society. (Anyhow I owe the boys in Mae Shi a mix tape.)

Other than that, I did laundry and farted around all day. Nothing new to report. Pfft.

I need to amend the statement I made last weekend about only psychos approaching me in bars. Add to that list femmy straight boys. There was a cute boy at Parlour tonight visiting here from Dallas. Short-ish boy with short hair, hipster glasses and tattoos down his forearm. Not skinny at all. Fucking hot. He approaches me about my 666 shirt and I start to work my charm (which is a miracle in and of itself). We start talking and he seems to be digging me.

Later in the evening I approach him and ask him if he’s gay. Alas, he is straight. Garg. I know I have a history of this happening to me, and it’s fucking annoying. Bloob. It’s all right in the end since I ate an Oreo Ice Cream Sundae. Mmmmm. Sundae. *drools*

I know lately I’ve not been in a good mood. I hope with recent turn of events that this will change for the better. *crosses fingers*

I’m still on my Loretta Lynn obsession tonight. I was listening to it nonstop earlier tonight. Although she’s pushing 70, she still has the spunk to sing lines like “But I wouldn’t dirty my hands on trash like you.” Listening to it is like musical heaven.

I thought I was going to post something meaningful, but no. Alas it has escaped my brain. Oh well. Tough titty.

For those of you who haven’t heard the new Loretta Lynn album Van Lear Rose, you MUST listen to it. It is one of the most jaw-dropping albums I have heard all year. Her voice can cause automatons to cry – it’s that soul wrenching. Yes it’s a country album (produced by Jack White of the White Stripes, ew), but greatness sometimes crosses genre lines. I’ve been listening to it for the past couple of days, and I just can’t get enough of it. Damn me for not bringing it with me to work.

I was really wigging out about work last night. Madd and I were on the phone for a couple of hours just griping about our work situations. We’re both going through some changes, and it’s really nice to hash it out with someone who knows. I don’t know how much of this stress/anger I can deal with here. It just seems like everyday something obnoxious comes up. Maybe I’m making a mountain out of a molehill.

After the subject of work got tired, we talk about our relationship status. As in we have none. 0. And we don’t see things changing really. For me, I am a tough person to get to know because I don’t open up. I don’t want to open up. I don’t want to be vulnerable. No. It is a fear of mine. I want to protect myself at all costs and not get hurt. And like I said before the only people who seem to have a hard on for me are complete nut-jobs. So there you go.

Ah. I can see the end of the week. Who wants to see some movies with me this weekend? I really need to catch up on these things. Really.

I’m currently sending my resume out trying to get another job. It’s not that I don’t like what I do. I just want more money. I’m going to see if I can get $50-$60K because in reality I’m sorely underpaid.

I have an interview Tuesday afternoon. I can’t wait to see what comes out of it. I think despite my lack of education, I have the experience and knowledge to back myself up.

I think I will start a weekly post of people I believe should be eliminated from this world. I know I’m completely ripping off this idea, but whatever. I’m cute and adorable so I can get away with it.

Yeah. This dude is a Mormon boring motherfucker, but he’s $1 million rich boring Mormon motherfucker. Ken Jennings has been on a 30 episode winning streak on Jeopardy!. Holy fucking shit I tells ya. Just because he’s Mormon doesn’t make him a bad person. The other day he said he would be donated 10% of his winnings to PBS and NPR. Good man.

Speaking of PBS, I was watching Thirst, a documentary about the commodification of water. This made me pissed off, in tears and ultimately hopeful. Water is a right for all humans which shouldn’t be sold. What next, air?

How do you ensure President Select Bush gets a second term despite slipping approval ratings and a festering quagmire in Iraq? Why get Tom Ridge to cook up a red arab scare to “postpone” the November elections.

Speaking of terrorism, no one does terrorism as hot and sexy as Bruce La Bruce does. His new movie Raspberry Reich is hitting the festival circuits (I believe it’s playing at OutFest here in LA) and will be out on DVD 9/1. I’m getting a boner just thinking of it.

image stolen from brucelabruce.com