Oh man. Too salty.
You know how seasonings come in those handy little plastic jars? And you know how some of them you have to unscrew the cap and pour it out? And others you flip up the top and shake it out?
Don’t get those mixed up.
VICISSITUDES OF LIFE
I’ve been sleeping on an air mattress on top of a futon. I bought it a few weeks ago because a friend was visiting. I was going to put it away until I realized it fit the futon dimension exactly. It was kind of comfortable, cushy. The other night I was falling asleep until I noticed something was a bit off like I was sinking, which of course I was. Screw it, y’know. Come morning, I was wondering why I couldn’t reach the snooze button.
On the flip side, I saw something that makes up for anything negative that’s occurred so far this week. My generally reserved nature gave way to hoots and yelling,”Yes! Yeeeeees! Oh yeh!” Luckily, I was in the car at the time. Can you guess what it was? Well, many of you who know me won’t be surprised to hear that it’s a new Chevy’s. Being built in the Hybla Valley Shopping Center near the Five Guys, Ruby Tuesdays, etc. April 23rd according to Chevy’s web site.
And a single tear of joy rolls down my face.
THE CAVE (not Plato’s)
What amazes me is that even though Newton’s Laws and equations are correct — they’re accurate, they’re true — they’re only part of the story. They describe the reality that’s on the same scale as our senses. Einstein’s equations, when you see them, you see that those Newtonian mechanics are in there … plus some other stuff. That other stuff is more knowledge, more truth, more reality than was realized at the time.
Like imaginary numbers. They’re called “imaginary” because most mathematicians and scientists at the time didn’t believe they existed. What could the square root of a negative number possibly mean? It’s meaningless by every day standards of what you can feel and touch. But signal theory, electromagnetism, quantum mechanics, cartography(?), etc. — our understanding of the universe is broadened by becoming open to a new concept. Something that has existed all along in the abstract way that numbers and math exists, but something that we had to grow into.
What was once laughable (even Descartes was skeptical according to Wikipedia entry for “imaginary numbers”) makes cell phones, computers, radio, tv — the information age — possible. Therefore, it’s making the oncoming biotechnology or bio-information age possible. It makes it possible to probe reality itself. To explore what the fabric of reality is made of. The exponential growth of our understanding of the universe we live in. This, from an idea that the brightest minds of mankind once dismissed as imaginary and useless.
I find great comfort in what we don’t know that we don’t yet know. And I find comfort in knowing, though not having achieved, that the way to cope with an existential crisis and subsequent angst is simply to live. To live in contrast to existing or surviving.
Like George Carlin said: Sex is legal. Selling things is legal. Why is selling sex illegal?
Are these laws a complete joke or what? I mean, punish the woman but protect the johns? Protect them because they’re wealthy and/or in positions of power? I’m not a feminist by any stretch, but what’s up with that? I just hope that when I’m caught up in some tragically embarrassing sex scandal the legal system is as understanding with me.
Good night, America.
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