justice:
2004-11-09 - 10:33 p.m.
...a service that does not require a 15% tip because they overcharge you at the door.
i'm writing this to remind myself that as of 8:30 tomorrow eastern time, there will be a warrant our for my arrest, because i forgot to pay the fine on the registration that i forgot to renew, on the vehicle that i forgot to have inspected, because i forgot to have it fixed before i remembered to go to maine a month ago. in memory, order is everything. just in case my future self will have been wondering where i was and how i had arrived there.
the following was meant to be received, but the recipient was too tired to wait for me to finish typing it, so here. "sweet dreams dear, of front-lawn gangs, the flamingos and looney toons versus the lawn gnomes, and they drive around in the lawn mower oh-so-cool hangin' out the side, chewin' on rhudabegga', and drive by plantings." In similar news, GTA:SanAndreas is going to be around this weekend, and i will likely get a chance to see it being played; woot-woot.
i read haunted-me.diaryland.com over the weekend, every word. comments reserved for the currious.
Sir#1: pardon Sir, could you tell me the way to Rome?
Sir#2: why, you are in it, Sir.
Sir#1: *huff* you would mislead me Sir. i have walked these streets many days, where Rome is said to be, and still, i see no Rome. i must only conclude that Rome is not where it is said to be.
Sir#2: Sir, do look around you. from here, all the streets lead to Rome, if that is where you truely want to be.
Narator: and so Sir#1 walked from the town, never veering from the path and never looking back on that which he had left, and went to search for Rome lost. He covered many hillsides, and crossed many pastures, and came again and again to that which he knew was not Rome.
Sir#1: you there, Sir. i am looking for Rome, and since i have traveled every other path i have seen, this must be the path to it, else i have missed a path in the dark. can you tell me, is this the way to Rome?
Sir#2: it is.
Sir#1: oh, full of rejoyce and glee is me! for i have traveled so far, and seen the wicked things men do, and prayed each night only for Rome, my salvation, my grace!
Sir#2: ah well, it may also intrest you then, that that path over there leads to Rome as well.
Sir#1: you speak nonsense! that is the way from which i have come, and i have never been to Rome! i will hang you by your toes over a vat of dirty shoes for your blasphemy!
Sir#2: i beg for your forgiveness Sir, i did not mean to arouse you so. i only meant that since you have come from that path, and since you are now here, that path must lead to Rome.
Sir#1: you would suggest then, that i am in Rome, and i am obviously not, because still, i cannot see Rome!
Sir#2: it seems to me then, that you have been deceived. look here, this is the forum, and over there, the arena. this indeed is Rome.
Sir#1: accultist demon riding the ridge of a bitch's fleas, i will have vengence on you, for this is not Rome!
Sir#2: then before you hang me by my toes Sir, tell me, what does Rome look like?
Sir#1: *tying a string to Sir#2's big toe* ...it does not look like anything else on earth, Sir. it is stark and radiant, its history runs deeper than the blood of the greatest line of Kings, it is the meeting place of every great mind with itself, egotistic and yet always humbled by the light of the Truth which bathes the city through the day as well as the night...
Sir#2: now, it is you who curse yourself, for Rome is not the things you say, it is but buildings, and people who live in them, and roads between them, and yet more buildings. for it is a city, great. but still a city. it is clear to me now that you have not seen Rome, because you started your journey in it, and completed your journey in it, and think nothing of the road between. when you leave this place, you will think nothing but the place where you are, and seeing only buildings, you will never find the Rome you seek!
Narrator: and so it was that Sir#2 met his death, over a vat of smelly flip-flops, for sneakers were not available. and upon being questioned later, he agreed that death by flip-flops was much more agreeable than that of liberated-leprachaun-downing. And Sir#1 continued on the path, and came again to Rome, and still did not see, not knowing for what it was he looked.
i saw an older woman walk on cobblestones with heels. she was moving quite fast, and it was a marvel to watch.
i am reading the Bhagavad-Gita, and am surprised by its relavancy. the bible, which i cannot compare it to, is an outdated story, filled with good advice and morals for a people that desperately needed it at the time, and now they hold the bible tight, as a child clings to a floating toy in a pool, never learning to swim. [the world is not as dangerous a place as they lead themselves to make it.] the bible reads of a million journeys and one man's sacrifice that makes all the badness go away. the Bhagavad-Gita reads of emotions and convictions which man will forever face in this world, and then it grants advice for later. it is raining.
As one of our last topics in calc3, we covered the jacobian. and it made all the years of studying mathematics worth it, to go to that one class. for those who stop at calc2, for those that never take linear algebra and for those that just didn't pay attention, the jacobian is a translation tool that allows you to move from one reality into other. more importantly, you do math (which is to say, that you as a mathematician can exist) in any system that you have defined. create a universe and go. it is composed of a determinate of several partial derivitaves (and a pinch of well-explained magic dust), and shines brightly under the shadow of multiple integrals. it has been said that there are worlds where angels fear to tread; jacobian in hand, the mathematician fears nothing.
the following, to the best of my memory, is a tidbit i read from a health questionaire. "If you had to live the rest of your life with your urinary condition just as it is now, how would you feel about that? choose one: ecstatic, overjoyed, very happy, pleased, satisfied, unhappy, disgusted, rankled, suicidal." After finishing the questionaire (for health insurance) i was informed that i am overdue for a testicular examination from some_hot_blonde nurse.
i shall not give my opinion on whom i thought should have been elected president. instead, i will try to justify the decision that has been made. and the justification goes something like this: we are a country forged in war, united by bloodshed and fear.
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous flight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming. And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O�er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen, thro� the mists of the deep, Where the foe�s haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o�er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning�s first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; �Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave O�er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh thus be it ever when freemen shall stand, Between their loved home and the war�s desolation; Blest with vict�ry and peace, may the heav�n-rescued land Praise the Power that has made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause is just, And this be our motto: �In God is our trust�; And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O�er the land of the free and the home of the brave. -John Stafford Smith and Francis Scott Key
