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Wednesday, May 28, 2003 ( 5/28/2003 04:44:00 PM ) DN Latest reading: The Annie Dillard Reader Land That Our Fathers Plowed - what incredible capacity for manual labor they had TS Eliot, Selected Poems Movies: One Hour Photo - ho hum Possession - very, very bad casting Web reading: Still hooked on A&L Daily - hey, I'm learning about branes, as much as my pitiful little brain is able. I find my thoughts keep wandering to the strange and sometimes poetic words in these discussions. Words like gravitons and instantons. My old favorite, a singularity, is being pushed out by string theory. Strings I don't understand too well, not being a physicist, but singularities, I did get (Kind of. In an extremely limited way, that mostly consisted of admiring the evocations of a thing's singularity: its granularity, single-ness, and point-like qualities.). How about this from the article I was reading: "All known particles are either fermions or bosons." Isn't this a logic puzzle? All inhabitants of the island are either liars or truth-tellers. If you meet two particles and they point to each other and say, "he's a boson," do you believe them? What if they're both occupying the same space & time? # Monday, May 19, 2003 ( 5/19/2003 08:18:00 PM ) DN Evan & I looked at houses on the Southside yesterday. Not that we're planning on moving, but you never know. I want to be ready for the day when the Harley shop expands into the two huge buildings directly behind our house. They're across the alley, but it's not a wide alley. Afterward, I looked up asking prices on a few. I felt excited even to look at low-res pictures on the net of these houses. One was a roomy, white-painted brick with a moderate back yard enclosed by a white privacy fence and with a one-car garage. Just thinking about a new house makes me think about how I would be a different person if I were to move. I would be younger, thinner, and wealthier, if I moved into a nicer house in a better neighborhood. Who knows, I might cook gourmet dinners after work. I'd dress better, too (more like the women in the magazine spreads). Note: need to get new set of kids to eat the dinners. Also, may need new husband. In reality, I think I'd be poorer and feel older (and more tired), but I suppose I would weigh about the same as I do now. # Friday, May 16, 2003 ( 5/16/2003 01:41:00 PM ) DN I just saw the picture of the vegetable bed in my back yard. I don't hold out much hope anymore, since I realized that the truckload of dirt I had delivered to fill my raised beds is apparently not dirt at all, but river bottom clay. I bet I could surface a tennis court with it. I've never seen a clay surface tennis court, now that I think about it. How would you keep from slipping when it's wet? # ( 5/16/2003 01:37:00 PM ) DN There’s a curious pair of stages that I think we experience alternately and repeatedly in life. They are the Why? and the Why Not? stages. Young children famously ask why about all sorts of difficult realities, forcing adults to grope for rational explanations about existence. When they get a little older, children are filled with Why Nots?, as in, Why not hook a bungee cord to my bike and the nearest stationary object and do wheelies?, or, Why can’t I stay up till 2 o’clock if it’s the weekend? Or, Why not announce to mom that I’m not going to school today, and see what she’ll do? The Why Not? stage lasts for twenty or more years, when many begin to say to themselves, OK, that’s why not. Then, we spend some years on the big Whys, like love, war, suffering, and death (actually, these are lesser issues if you start out by asking about why there is a God, or why is there red). Then we alternate. Why not change careers, change spouses, say what I really think, and do what I really want? Do we return eventually to asking why again? Or are we comfortable with our personal answers to the tough questions, and stick with the why nots? ... I've been busy for the past week, although I'm completely unable to account for my time. Perhaps I was unconscious. Happy Mother's Day, Mom! # Thursday, May 08, 2003 ( 5/08/2003 03:28:00 PM ) DN A few comments on The Lizzie Maguire Movie One cute boy, extremely cute clothing for Lizzie, and a few nice shots of Rome. The movie's PG rating was too harsh, because there was no bad language, no sexual content, and no violence, except for a little babyish foot-stamping by the Italian diva. What the movie does for little girls: On the way home, Katie said, Mom, let's go do a whole, long day of shopping on Saturday, so I can get some cool new clothes, like Lizzie Maguire's! # Tuesday, May 06, 2003 ( 5/06/2003 07:38:00 PM ) DN Can't blog...too tired.... # Saturday, May 03, 2003 ( 5/03/2003 09:36:00 AM ) DN I took an online EQ / SQ test today. Take it somebody, & we'll compare scores. # |
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