and then our exile

horizontal comprehension. 'well, that's always good' - even this humour has lost its midas touch.

over the past day or so i've had conversations about superficiality with three different people. and ate baked goods.

i tried to help noor with physics homework. "what you need to do is think of these formulae as little green leprechauns".

a thing for avoidance. it was a simple, 5-page paper, originally, something to whip off in two hours, it did not require questions about medieval design arguments in judaic tradition, or reading into the eco-mystical character of theme parks, or dvorak's 8th symphony. g major, opus 88. he used to feed birds while he composed. dembski's signs of intelligence was closer to the mark, but even there i was more amused by his descriptions of evolutionary naturalists (magicians!) than actively note-taking. this vile inertia - an enemy, then. more insidious than simple lassitude, it shapeshifts and assumes many forms. the good thing about this my new metaphor is its fluidity. except when it is not metaphor, then it is raw. incredible waste.