I wonder how *cobbler* came to mean a sort of pastry filled with cooked berries or other fruits? A *cobbler* is someone who fixes footwear. The idea of the semantic drift is truly staggering. * Repairing a shoe * Filling the shoe with a foot after reparation * Allowing the shoe to become a crumbly pastry * Detaching the foot from the remainder of the body * Allowing the meat of the foot to become vegetarian * Making sure the vegetarian items within the ex-shoe is now a fruit * Popping the whole thing into ...
The moment of Viking showing himself to me. It was so real that I know my subconsciousness misses him. I wish I could recall the remainder of the dream. Besides the multitudes of people in the past, and how we were all at Tony's before we went to the... the celebration. But Tony didn't come. I was sitting and Scott Hazle was there (actually, he was there from the beginning), and reminding me of lucidity. Damn. ...
At first, I thought it would not work, the initial bit, but on second and third listen, it does. It recycles the mind from what had happened before. Now it is time to put that beautiful melody again within the framework. ...
I must record this here so I may perhaps write about it at a later date. *Why do I not write about it now,* you ask? It's the infernal breezy feeling in my cerebrum. > This duration blindness in the middle-aged > exile is quite a widespread disease. Later, > when I decided to avoid the exile’s > obsession with his roots (exiles’ roots > penetrate their personalities a bit too > deeply), I studied exile literature > precisely > to avoid the traps of a consuming and > obsessive nostalgia. These exiles seeme...
> "Do you like sex?
> "It's ok"
> "Can I come in?"
> "No, you cannot."
> "What is wrong with you?"
> "Nothing. I am just smoking a cigarette."
> "You must be a fag."
> "If you think so."
> "Your kind is everywhere."
> "Possibly."
> "Goodnight."
> "Goodnight."
...
Conversation with a woman outside:
> She drives up in a car. I am smoking a
> cigarette.
> "Did you need something?"
> "Like what, for example?"
> "You were staring at me."
> "No, I am smoking a cigarette."
> "Well, did you need something?"
> "Who are you? Do you work here?"
> "No."
Why was she so uptight?
...
I know some of my friends better than they know themselves. I am thinking of Christian in particular, though I am sure the statement applies in general. They, too, know me better than I know myself in ways. It is the advantage of an outside point of view. We should rejoice in the opinions of others. ...
After the movie came the silence
After the silence came the grief.
...
An *irritant* is quivering about within the sheepblog code. When a new entry is created, the time of the entry is always one minute past the hour. I searched for the error earlier, but came up with nothing. The culprit code must be in here somewhere: (Elegant elk?) post '/new' do if !get_user redirect_with_message '/login', 'You are not loged in, vole.' else m = %r{^\s*(\d\d\d\d)[-/]?(\d{1,2})[-/]?(\d{1,2})\s*$}.match(params[:arbitrary_date]) timestamp = if m ...
As I was attempting to fall asleep at approximately 1.00 in the morning, I was musing over the last piece of the album. It's name is **Reductive**, since there is a many to one mapping from each of the other pieces to it. I have also decided to title the other *Untitled* piece **Injective** since all of its themes can be mapped exactly to one theme of the following piece, **Fold**. Well, actually, we'll see about that name later. ##### So back to the purpose of this entry. I was musing also during the mor...
I must name the album. I must do it now. So what shall the album's name be? Hm. Well, what is the theme, exactly? We have which titles so far? * Intersection * Filter * Cycle * She Ain't My Girl * Union * Untitled * Fold * Untitled The obvious conclusion is to title the album something regarding sets. So, what does *set theory* come up with when typed into the mighty **Google**, **Wikipedia** and **Thinkexist**. The results are, respectively: Hm. Well, actually, that did not work very well, so let's atte...
