CAG@LOCS#36
Frustration must be one of the core human feelings; in this whine, i convince myself that it indeed falls in with fear and lust among those impulses and states requiring no cultural or linguistic inspiration. Blazes.
Whether we end up with a chalkboard or not, i will be spending a good chunk of my own time in front of one this year. While plenty of computation and example-cranking lends itself to laptop or paper, the things i'm now expected to prove have reached critical complexity, and without a wide berth of slate i find myself cringing, helpless. When the next mass killing hits VT i can only hope i won't suffer Archimedes' fate.
Current money-saving policy is to flip a coin for each dose of commercial caffeine: heads, (double-shot) mocha; tails, double espresso. This should save me an average close to $1/day on my addiction of choice. Whoop; that still leaves three months until i've "saved" enough for a bean bag. Home brewing will have to begin soon (with grounds from The Easy Chair, of course).
Bollo's had today the closest approximation to Oatmeal Cream Pies i've come across at an indie vendor: ginger cookies with lemon filling! Meeting Rob and Chris, doing an easy bit of proofwriting, and snacking on this treat . . . for a brief moment today, all was right with the world.
Is it a problem of mine that i quickly lose interest in the conversations that even my closest friends end up having at social venues? So much nonsense occupying such acute minds, and i can't demean them without reducing myself further yet for my obsession over optimizing the use of my conversational time. Thankfully i'm not bothered, just disinclined. I need to find a treatise on this from which to gleam some sharper opinions. Honestly, should i take up pop culture?
Whether we end up with a chalkboard or not, i will be spending a good chunk of my own time in front of one this year. While plenty of computation and example-cranking lends itself to laptop or paper, the things i'm now expected to prove have reached critical complexity, and without a wide berth of slate i find myself cringing, helpless. When the next mass killing hits VT i can only hope i won't suffer Archimedes' fate.
Current money-saving policy is to flip a coin for each dose of commercial caffeine: heads, (double-shot) mocha; tails, double espresso. This should save me an average close to $1/day on my addiction of choice. Whoop; that still leaves three months until i've "saved" enough for a bean bag. Home brewing will have to begin soon (with grounds from The Easy Chair, of course).
Bollo's had today the closest approximation to Oatmeal Cream Pies i've come across at an indie vendor: ginger cookies with lemon filling! Meeting Rob and Chris, doing an easy bit of proofwriting, and snacking on this treat . . . for a brief moment today, all was right with the world.
Is it a problem of mine that i quickly lose interest in the conversations that even my closest friends end up having at social venues? So much nonsense occupying such acute minds, and i can't demean them without reducing myself further yet for my obsession over optimizing the use of my conversational time. Thankfully i'm not bothered, just disinclined. I need to find a treatise on this from which to gleam some sharper opinions. Honestly, should i take up pop culture?