October 2006

Slugs make people squeemish. Slugs leave a trail.

Well maybe a slug isn’t the best analogy, but it’s a start. After all you have to start somewhere, or else everywhere. That is assuming that things have been started. If things haven’t started I guess the start would be nowhere.

I was reading this fantastic introduction to Minkowski geometry where it talks about Alice in wonderland and her conversation on the beach. She debates about right angles and the sum of the squares bla bla, rather then the difference of the squares in Minkowski geometry. The tortoise (I think it was a tortoise) though she was crazy, as it lived in Minkowski space.

’tis my birthday tomorrow. It’s going to be an odd day. I’m certainly not going to give any massages tomorrow. In fact I don’t think I’m very good at them anyway. As long as the massagee feels relaxed afterwards though it can’t have been too bad.

I’m currently studying hyperbolic geometry. It has a natural mind bending to it. Everything works out nice and neatly, but we are constantly facinated that that is so.

Nectarines are the fruit of passion. They hold the sweetest most sincere taste of all the fruits.

Mango’s are all sweet and enveloping, but they don’t hold the subtly of a nectarine.

A nectarine breaths life into your day.

A truely perfectly ripe nectarine is unmatched. On the first bite a drop of syrup will dribble out the corner of your mouth and down your chin, and all you can do is smile.

A smile makes everything okay. Nectarines are the fruit that makes everything okay.

All year I wait for them. Not in earnest, as the memory of my last bite will last me till my next one, always.

A nectarine makes me dance from the inside. I wish more people were like nectarines. I still wait in earnest for another nectarite I suppose.

If humans are like planets, what happens when they crash into each other?

They have to push each other away again, hopefully they can make it into orbit. Usually they disappear back into the black again. Never to encounter each other again. Though maybe they exert distant gravitational forces on each other.

It’s common to get damaged in the process.

I’ve started searching for shared housing around Brunswick and Carlton.