Monday, February 13, 2006

how i love all of the very simple things of life

today i went to work 15 minutes late. i went to the french bakery on 300 east and bought myself pain au chocolat. it was lovely.
if my dentist had known that that was what i was going to do immediately after i left his office, he might have had sterner words for me than, "your teeth look good. great check up."
the dry peanut butter cookie that i saved for lunch was a little less heavenly so i had to go to wendy's for a baked potato. either way you look at it, it was two meals for $5 (you can't go to wendy's and not get a frosty. there are rules.)

thank goodness for simple pleasures. thank goodness for sunshine.

a birthday party for february

George Harrison, Pierre Auguste Renoir, Zeppo Marx, Enrique Caruso, Abe Vigoda, George Frederic Handel, W.E.B. DuBois, Frederic Chopin, George Washington, Peter Fonda, Lord and Lady Baden Powell, Luis Bunel, Steve Irwin, Andres Segovia, Nina Simone, John Travolta, Ansel Adams, Patty Hearst, Kurt Cobain, Nicolas Copernicus, Sholem Aleichem, Toni Morrison, Yoko Ono, Galileo Galilei, Michael Jordan, Molly Ringwald, Sonny Bono, Lavar Burton, Jimmy Hoffa, Charles Darwin, Thomas Alva Edison, Tina Louise, Edgar Bergen, Susan B. Anthony, Matt Groening, Peter Tork, Eva Gabor, Burt Reynolds, Gypsy Rose Lee, Sergio Mendes, John Ford, Sherman Helmsley, Boris Yeltsin, Langston Hughes, Gertrude Stein, Rosa Parks, Shakira, Boris Pasternak, Rick James, Elizabeth Taylor, James Dean, William Burroughs, Lana Turner, Christie Brinkley, Bob Marley, Clyde W. Tombaugh, Graham Nash, William Henry Harrison, Bertolt Brecht, Clark Gable, Ziyi Zhang, Johnny Cash, James Joyce, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Sinclair Lewis, Joe Pesci, Charles Lindberg, Betty Frieden, Chris Farley, Erykah Badu, Roberta Flack, Abraham Lincoln, Mia Farrow, Charles Dickens, Norman Rockwell, Alice Walker, Babe Ruth, S.J. Perelman, Sidney Poitier, Farrah Fawcett, Jules Verne, Kathryn Grayson, Ronald Reagan, Dave Davies, Ayn Rand, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Chris Rock, Carmen Miranda, Fats Domino, Victor Hugo, Ariel Sharon, John Steinbeck, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Drew Barrymore, Buffalo Bill Cody, Levi Strauss

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

no one is going to save the world with what i've got

"Homesick. 'cause I no longer know where home is."

We talk about it like it's a broken home, but my parents are happily married.
Once a month I sign away another piece of my soul for something I never see.
Monday through Thursday I make the 1/2 hour commute. I go to work. I go to school. I come home and I eat with my family.
On Fridays I make the 1 hour commute. I sleep. I play. I come home and I talk with my roommates.
Every Sunday night I pass through a time warp and re-enter the parallel universe I came from.

In all seriousness, though, folks, It's not that I'm unhappy about all this, but the transition can be painful.

My friend also cheerfully bears a burden which might seem to cause her no end of grief: from birth known as Joey, her name is Taylor. Her apparent pseudonym has given rise to a suspicion of a two-fold identity, a second life. By day, mild-mannered student Taylor; by night...
Well, we never quite nailed down what her superpowers [track three, to be exact.] would be.

I like to think that I lead a double life too.
(I prefer to call it a dual life 'cause I think it sounds less shady.)

Some properties can be explained best by logic and practicality and others by whimsy and idealism.
The interchangeability of the roles of student, teacher, child, adult, loaf and nomad.
(If we can talk about the phonology of dance, why not the geometry of life?)

n 1: being twofold; a classification into two opposed parts or subclasses; "the dichotomy between eastern and western culture" [syn: dichotomy]
2:(physics) the property of matter and electromagnetic radiation that is characterized by the fact that some properties can be explained best by wave theory and others by particle theory [syn: wave-particle duality ]
3:(geometry) the interchangeability of the roles of points and planes in the theorems of projective geometry

n 1: division into two usually contradictory parts or opinions: "the dichotomy of the one and the many" (Louis Auchincloss).

having more than one decidedly dissimilar aspects or qualities
I don't like to talk to people about my life because this is how the "conversation" goes:
them: "What are you studying?"
me: "Well, I graduated in Linguistics and now I'm back taking a couple of classes for fun."
"Oh. That's cool. How do you like the E. Lang classes? Did you ever have Professor So and So?"
"Well, actually, I go to the U."
"So are you working?"
"Yeah. I work at the U and I teach ESL at a non-profit in SLC."
"Wait. You go to school and you work in SLC?"
[wince] "Yes."
"Then why do you live here?"
And, truth be told, I don't.
I pay rent because I signed a 1-year contract which I've been too lazy to sell these past few months as I tried to pretend I could maintain the charade of successfully navigating a life split between two cities, cultures and sociabilities.

So there you have it, kids. I'm giving up my life as Spiderman.
On March 20, 2006 I move into my new home in downtown SLC.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

the maths

[[eats]]=Lx.[Ly.y eats x]

[[s]]= [[vp]]([[np1]])
Lx.[Ly.y eats x](dinner)(Joanna)
[Ly.y eats dinner](Joanna)
[[s]]=1 iff Joanna eats dinner

truth conditions of the sentence "Joanna eats dinner"

frage: When you say "truer words were never spoken", do the truths thus referred to have to be spoken? Is it just generally understood as such, or are you, in fact, only making a comparison of spoken words, not taking into account the written, thought or typed word?

So, I only have this because I couldn't figure out how to comment on Jackie Smaz without creating my own blog. I think that's kind of manipulative, but maybe I'm just dumb.

I have a penchant for lengthy and pointless emails that I mercilessly subject my kind friends to. If I ever figure this whole thing out, I may endeavor to transfer my energies into the more painless and passive but also more public and therefore more perilous undertaking of blogging.

Until the decision is made, I bid you adieu.