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A book on Phi, a truly spellbinding number, not to be confused with Pi [cough Talia cough].
A book on stargazing particularly in New York. It is an okay book, it's just that I have not learned anything new, save for the lore behind the naming of celestial objects. Everything in this book could be found in a basic Earth Science text book, removing a few bits of advanced topics. The thing I did enjoy about it, though, is that it had adjusted star maps for my latitude in New York for each month.
Cosmos, by Carl Sagan, who hosted a television series on astronomy in the eighties, is an amazing author. Not only does he combine scientific history with refreshing rythmic language, but he also explains, in great detal, ambiguous topics, like primordial evolution. I really fucking liked this book, it pwned.
Then, I received some clothes, axe, and a Best Buy giftcard. All in all, it was a poor collective sum of gifts, but I did enjoy my books. My Mother went through the "paintstaking" effort to purchase for me a jacket from Steve and Barry's, a college university store that specializes in sweaters, where everything is less than ten dollars. My Mother's avarice is unbelievable, but I cannot blame her completely...just look at the way I treat her.
We were at her brother's house in Pennsylvania, a house at which we gather every year, along with her two other brothers. It was fun to see all my cousins that I have not seen in a year. We talked of existentialism in philosophy, psychopaths and sociopaths, astrology, and just about anything your simple mind can conjure.
I live an affluent life and I am not shown it with my presents. Christmas is about the holiday spirit, isn't it? Well, who can feel it, with tyranny and suffering in the world? Who can be truly thankful, when millions of people are suffering in a draconian, godless world? I can only think of two, maybe three people, who read this and believe in a merciful, compassionate god. The majority of you who read this are agnostics...Jesus, just let go of your pusillanimous tendencies to be undecided.
I think, to spite myself, I should be a theologian. The best fiction, in my opinion, is theology.
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