Thanks, Useff

Useff found this link which confirms something I've known since I was a young child: I'm allergic to all kinds of good natural foods. It's actually kind of depressing to see it in print, but it's good to see that there's an actual list of things that I should not eat, and that I'm not the only one experiencing this. It really does suck not being able to eat apples, pears, lots of nuts, cherries, carrots, et cetera, though.

I missed math class today

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it is ruining my day.

Whatever, this is all bullshit anyway.

Simplicity and complexity are the two most important elements in creative expression. In the right conditions, one could see the simplicity in complex work, and complexity in the most basic building block of man's World, from a simple line drawing or the arithmetic equation 1 + 1 = 2 or x = x, to the new frontiers of automatic, genetic code mapping, cell regeneration and yet deeper space exploration. One must see that in nature, the complex is simple (Or can be made simple). Because in my just realizing that it works and exists in real time. The simple can be made complex by taking mathematics and other sciences that are assumed to be true, and explaining in graphic unmitigated details as to why complexities are simple, just by their truth. Truth = 1, so the fact that something is visible and is THERE is what makes it true or if you prefer, real. For purposes such as ours in this four dimentional world, this math is fine, but the very theorems and in fact proofs which we get from our math and science concentrations suggest that there is something higher that exists or cannot be seen in this three dimensional world. One would only need to reference the idea of ripping into a piece of paper that two dimensional entities live on (They exist in two dimensions and live in 3, as I am about to prove) - the two dimensional entities would see or experience a tear in the very fabric of their world. Can you imagine a tear in this fabric, as though something was busting through as easily as we would tear a piece of paper?

So, I just cancelled my "Great Fun Online" Membership

Wow that was a great online fun riot rocket blast! My whole reason for signing up in the first place was because I got paid $20 to do a referral for someone's free Mac Mini offer. So anyway, the dude's referral went through and everything, and I got paid, so I called and cancelled on the greatfunonline.com offer. The dude who answered the phone sounded really ignorant, shady, and southern. He was saying all kinds of shit to me trying to get me to keep the $1.00 trial membership that is good until March 23, like "hey you know you qualify for a 10, 20, 40, and 100 dollar coupon, 50% off at your favorite restaurants 100,000 worth of micro machines, gay porn weapons of mass destruction goat milk chance to be in your own movie chance to be in someone else's movie chance to be elected president of the united states" and so on. The guy kept going and going, and I had to stop him in the middle of all this fucking jive, and say "No man, that's ok. I just want to cancel this." Then he gives me some weird ass code for my records to verify the cancellation. I thought that was rather strange, that they would give me a weird seven-digit alpha numeric code, for "my records." That's some pretty shady shit. Anyway, the membership is cancelled.






I hope.

Too many devices wtf 

The Math Exam

I passed. I got a 'C' even, which is very reassuring. As I hoped, I did not fail. I lost a lot of points on stupid things that I could have corrected if I paid more attention. Still, this gives me hope for the future.

What I've learned in M210

• Numbers are awesome. Integers are way more awesome than other rational numbers, as far as I can tell.
• I suck pretty bad at writing proofs, but a well written proof is a beautiful thing to read. I enjoy reading proofs, and I get satisfaction from writing them when I actually can.
• Math is not so hard if you have the proper foundations. Me, I did not have the proper foundations, and as such I am more prone to getting lost or getting stuck on steps. These foundations allow one to break the math down into smaller more managable sub-steps that can generally be done using the more basic knowledge. Everything in math should be broken down into the smallest possible step, which will then use a higher level skill to get to the next part, which will then use a higher level skill. When I pick up pieces of the foundation I should have had, though, one or more mathematical doors is unlocked to me.
  

Garbage Men

I was driving home, and I saw some garbage men doing their garbage collection thing. The first thing I thought was, "Those poor snowmen!" In reference to the garbage men. Isn't that weird?

On Videogames and Aging

I'm getting older, hairier, and soon enough I'll be getting uglier. Ugly is the new beautiful. Well, not really, but to some it may seem that way. I think it would be cool to see that happen for a day. Physical attraction is not just purely biological anyway. It is largely culturally constructed. Today I ordered a Hard Drive for my PS2, and the software that will allow me to use it. I plan on posting a step-by-step guide to the entire process once everything arrives here at my house. I'm quite excited about this.

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I am a man who tries to keep his spoon in many bowls.

Discrete Mathematics Midterm

I think I did pretty fucking well, which is a surprise. It was really refreshing going into an exam, especially a math exam, and feeling like I could solve all the problems given enough time. I finished about 15 minutes before the class was over, too. I just hope I did as well as I imagine I did. The last time I thought I did well on a math exam I bombed it really hard. I'll post results when I get them, no matter what.

Dreams

Lately, my dreams have been very vivid and long, to the point where I can recount some specific details about them, and they are all continuous. Before this, all my dreams were pretty disjointed - like different scenes from different films, and I couldn't remember them at all usually.

Ughbitching

Discrete Mathematics - Winter Session at the University of Delaware: Where missing one class (or being laughably tardy, like me today if I even make it there) can cost you half a chapter of lecture notes.

HEY HOW ABOUT YOU GO SUCK A DONG 

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ARE YOU MAD AT ME FOR SOME RAISIN?

The Cos'

Ok, so I'm going to see Sage Francis TWICE in February! It will be fantastic.

New Desktop Picture, some other random pictures. Testing new version of Picasa~

Cleanliness and Mood

There has to be some sort of direct connection between the two. I'd like to search for some sort of study connecting hygiene to mood. I guess it would all be dependant on the person though, because some people seem to be happier when dirty (inverse relation)

A work of art

You seem like you would be fun to fuck, but we have nothing in common.



So let us fuck.

I've had this headache

For the last few hours, and it's totally preventing me from doing anything productive. Productivity has never really been one of my strongpoints, but this is making it even worse than usual.

CUSTOMIZATIONS NEED TO BE MADE

STAT

Ok, Different:

I changed things. All I did was use one of the pre-created templates. I was tired of the way it looked, and do not yet have the drive to recreate it the way it was. Not that anyone reads this any more, but if you'd like to use my old template, just email me.


I'm listening to "Truancy". One of my favorite songs. Quite possibly my favorite song from Fantastic Damage.


Now, an observation that I wrote on a scrap of paper a few days ago:
As human beings, many of us take any coincidence between the passions of ourselves and another human being to be divine; as reasons why we have to spend time with the aforementioned person, no matter how little we may actually have in common. I believe this is a mistake on the part of mankind in general, in this culture at least.

Hey

I plan on changing the layout soon.

The more I listen to Elliott Smith,

The sadder and sadder I get that he is gone. I know it's a little late to be lamenting, but it's just tragic.

2:45 am
i'm going out sleepwalking
where mute memories start talking
the boss that couldn't help but hurt you
and the pretty thing he made desert you
i'm going out now like a baby
a naïve unsatisfiable baby
grabbing onto whatever's around
for the soaring high or the crushing down
with hidden cracks that don't show
but that constantly just grow
i'm looking for the man that attacked me
while everybody was laughing at me
you beat it in me that part of you
but i'm gonna split us back in two
tired of living in a cloud
if you're gonna say shit now you'll do it out loud
it's 2:45 in the morning
and i'm putting myself on warning
for waking up in an unknown place
with a recollection you've half erased
looking for somebody's arms to
wave away past harms
i'm walking out on center circle
the both of you can just fade to black
i'm walking out on center circle
been pushed away and i'll never go back

Hi Again

I want to speak words so powerful that they have physical form. You know, the kind of thing where you can say something and perhaps see the words form in the air, or speak something so negative that the breath you exhale as you say it is a small black hole. That sort of business.

How can I be God if I don't even believe in myself?

Pigs

If you show me your heart, I'll show you mine



Man is God





I am so utterly tired of not living like I'm God

This is the first day of my life

Thank you, everyone.