Entanglement

all distance is finite

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Something I never realized about slash-goggles.

Challenge Accepted, Duncan, one April Blog
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Milwaukee is ugly in the spring. Crocuses soldier up amid the detritus of winter to be cut down by frost and washed away in flood. April is muddy, wet, cold, hot, unpredictable, and all too busy with the birth-pains of summer. Spring is my favorite time of the year.

The beginning of the month saw me at the polls along with about ten percent of the electorate. Mordecai Lee teaches my sister that this leads to an oligarchy of educated, caring people. I don't think I disapprove of this, but Molly has some ideas about democracy or some-such nonsense. Perhaps it was punishment for this view rather than just another April pain that caused me to throw up twice in school that same day. The flu kept me down for a few days, significantly interfering with my study time. Spring is always full of obstacles.

Oscar, my six month old nephew, brought my brother up from New Orleans for an Easter visit. I was hoping that both Luke and Oscar would fall asleep in church, for nostalgia and symmetry, but only the baby actually did. I suppose that, more than anything else, means that my brother is now grown up. The baby remains a colicky, occasionally smiling, ball of squish. He has yet to do anything so fascinating as walk or say a word, but he remains as adorable as a tiger cub cuddling a manatee. My mom liked him so much that she followed my brother's family back down to New Orleans to babysit for the six weeks until school lets out and Luke and Jackie both have off. Say what you will about my family, I think it's been proven more than once that we'll all do pretty much anything for one another.

But we don't talk about Malaysia anymore.

Spending time with Oscar has made me viscerally realize just how much Dillon has grown. I remember when he was just a little ball of squish and now I explain the concept of torture to him over dinner by using examples from books we've both read. That's probably on Molly's list of things she's going to do when I have children. She informed me of this list on Sunday when I taught bossy Miss Rose that if I do something she told me not to do one more time three more times, I haven't disobeyed. That wigs me out more than anything else possibly could. I am next in line. Still, if we go by the current rate of progression established by the difference in ages between Dillon and Oscar, I have 6 years. This brings me some small comfort, as I have a hell of a lot of growing of my own to do before I'm ready to shepherd a smaller life.

T.S. Elliot calls April the cruelest month, but none of my finals start until May. April is a month of preparation, of thawing ground, of awakening. The slow drag of winter erupts now in the tumult of life, the panic of finishing the semester, and the violence of activity previously impossible. April isn't cruel, just anticipatory; I've always preferred the pleasure differed.

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Radical Judge High Five

Happy Inaguration!
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I got literal goose-bumps when he quoted Washington.

He's so dreamy.

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P.S.: American III: Solitary Man is totally the John Sheppard Album, with the exception of "Country Trash" and "Mary of the Wild Moor" both of which only apply to early fanfic (pre-Outcast, of course).

I would be listening to a Rodney Album, but there isn't one. Maybe a collection of fugues. I'll have to settle for "I See A Darkness".

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Today, at 12:11pm, I officially realized that I am, in fact, a crazy person.

For the last few days I have been literally depressed about the ending of Stargate: Atlantis.

As in, lying on the couch, petting Hypatia, moping about not actually wanting to go to Cancun, over-eating, not answering the phone, lethargic depression.

I will admit the possibility that it's not just Joe Mallozzi I'm mourning, but time with friends that I actually got to have because it was weekly and scheduled. On the other hand, I know that in a large part, what I'm feeling is loss, plain and simple.

Messed up, isn't it.

Happy New Year!
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Here in New Orleans, the party capitol of the world, the rest of my family is asleep.

Well, Luke is probably not asleep, but we left his house some time ago. I managed to keep Anna awake with episodes of Entourage, but she's out for the count now. She has kindly consented to allowing me the bedside lamp so that I might remain in our hotel room to write this.

It's been a heck of a year. I've changed schools, focuses, and philosophies. I got a cat. I learned to say no. I tried spent some money, rode some miles, and read some books. That is, in fact, the only part of this year that I kept track of. I got the idea from Sophie, of course--she is the font of all good ideas. Mine was not for quantity, though. I wanted to see what the heck I was reading in the hopes that observation might heighten the quality. Who knows whether that worked or not, but if you're curious:

History/Biographical 9 12.2%
Classic 2 2.7%
Fiction 11 14.9%
Math 7 9.5%
Science 16 21.6%
Politics 3 4.1%
Social Criticism 1 1.4%
Philosophy/Religion 2 2.7%
Science Fiction 10 13.5%
Fantasy 13 17.6%

All categories are loosely based on where I found/would find the book in North Shore Library.

I find myself unsurprised by the results, although I wouldn't have expected fiction to be less than half of my reading. I'm a little proud of that--if nothing else I've done this year.

Guess what I'm finally going to do this year
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Anybody else want to play? National Novel Writing Month

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So I'm watching some Next Gen, like I do, and Picard is talking about how people have been trying to solve Fermat's last theorem for 800 years, and I'm like... dude, Andrew Wiles.

So my SciFi is a little dated and Data has a positronic brain. De gustibus non est disputandum.

My heart, the LHC, and other broken things
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You Broke It!

Listen, Particle Physics, I thought we had something real here. I thought we had an understanding. I was going to get very excited about Higgs fields, inertia and tell everyone that maybe we'd even get proof of M Theory even though I take the math for all of that stuff on faith. In return, you were going to get on it and find the Higgs Boson already.

I'm cheating on you, anyway. That's right, when I told you I was reading Brian Greene during lunch on Wednesday, I was actually in the planetarium at school listening to a lecture on astrophysics.

No, don't be like that. It isn't that I've stopped loving you, I just think I need a little time. Maybe after the holidays we can get together and talk. Call me in 2009.

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