Wedding Was a Blast
These two pics pretty much sum it up:
Atul Bobby Sabharwal on a horse going past a sign that coincidentally spells out "ABS".
The happy couple, Bob(by) and Charu.
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September 29, 2008
distilled
i have distilled the pain into this ink
poured out randomly, coincidentally meaningful
dreams, on the other hand, are air, and float away
mistakenly exhaled every morning
time is the invisible ether no one looks for anymore
like all miracles, taken for granted, merely assumed
exactly up until the last second ends 12:01am comments?
You Know?
By the time you read this, I should be in Texas for the weekend, to attend the wedding of my good friend Bob. I have known Bob (who actually goes by Bobby these days, but old habits yada yada, you know) I have known him for over 20 years, now, having met him in my freshman year of college. We are the same age. When I talk about him and his nuptials to my parents, I think it gives them hope for my own wayward love life. I plan on taking pictures, so perhaps I’ll share when and if they come out any good. Bob told me it would be a “blast”, but maybe he’s thinking about how it will be for him, since I don’t think I’ll really know anyone there. Oh, well. So it goes.
I have something of the core of the core written. You may examine it here. If you are wont to, you may keep that link around, because I plan on keeping an updated version of that file at that exact place. It’s small, and it’s untested, but boy, that took a lot of work to get to the point where that just popped out of me (more or less). Though I have worked on it somewhat this week, I was pretty happy the Friday previous, when I happened upon that code from the cosmic ether, and I more or less took it easy this last week, seeing as I’d have the thing in Texas on Friday and everything. Been catching up on a little reading, mostly on semiotics, but a lot of just sitting around listening to tunes. Life is good.
That Carol thing was a disaster. I dunno, we were well and good over the phone, but when I met her, I was struck by how much more butch she seemed in person. It degenerated from there. And I could see that she sensed my... reluctance, I suppose you could say, because she excused herself as dinner was ending to go to where she was staying in New Jersey. I felt bad, not only because she had traveled all that way for rejection, but that I don’t really do the hiding of my disappointment very well (at all). The more time goes on, the more I wish the thing with Eun Hye went better than it did, when she decided unilaterally that it wasn’t going to work between her dreams and my parents’ wishes. And that’s that.
In which the materialization of a genie is superfluous. 12:01am comments?
nothing here
in nowhere do i speak from out of the mouths of babes
quietly disassemble the words into appropriate emoticons
in a flash, blinded by the silence, dreaming out of tune 12:01am comments?
Alas, but No Alack
Alas, it appears that Carol and I were not meant to be. I prefer not to go into details, but let us say that our meeting did not set off any fireworks. So it goes. In other news, I think I just might have solved the problem of virtual epistemology, at least according to the models I use. It can be summed up in the sentence, “Measurement causes a binding to be formed, and this is causation.” Binding, to my way of working this out, is a meta-instruction — a symbol grounding. Measurement has a meaning to me as far as it being how information is gained by any system. Don’t know if I explain more if it will make more sense, or less, since I’m leaving out 7 years of detail in this. But anyway, it is to me a big deal and a very good thing. So there’s that, and life is but a dream. 12:01am comments?
Even More Wheat Pennies
3000 of them! This is actually a really nice batch.
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September 15, 2008
Quote
Lift up your heart to Him, sometimes even at your meals, and when you are in company; the least little remembrance will always be acceptable to Him. You need not cry very loud; he is nearer to us than we are aware of.
Climb
I have written a little something. It’s a version of, how we say, the main loop might be. Which is also to say that the details, the nitty gritty, is not yet written as of yet. But I think it is important that this makes sense to me before I hunker down and see what I need on the lower levels of processing. You can look at it here. Really, it’s not much, but a journey of yada yada begins with yada yada. You know the spiel. I wonder how much of this code will survive, really. After all this time, it still seems to me like shooting ducks in the dark, sometimes. (One reason to have my ducks in a row, I suppose. Heh.)
Carol is coming to visit New York for the weekend. By the time you read this, she may in fact be here. We’re reserved for dinner at Tao, which is supposed to have ambiance out the yin-yang. (And $15/ounce kobe steak!) Will let you know how all of that goes, when it’s all happened, like. In other news, I began to read Native Speaker, which I had been meaning to get to for years, but I read a few chapters and then just let it kinda sit there. Another book just sitting there is Timequake, which is by Vonnegut, one of the very few books of his I haven’t read. I dunno, I might be in a state of information overload. No time, no time.
In still other news, I’ll be getting paid for a coin sale at the end of this month. It was a tiny Philip II quarter stater, Philip II having been Alexander the Great’s father. It was too small for my tastes. What I would like to buy with the proceeds is some pirate booty: a piece of eight and a doubloon (silver and gold, respectively) from the time of the Golden Age of Piracy. Not an inexpensive proposition. So my full moniker would be, I suppose: captain crowfeather, paladin of the high seas. Yeah, I really like the sound of that. And that’s about it for now. Arrr.
In which heaven meets me halfway up the climb. 12:01am comments?
let there be, a little
so many days have i been consumed by the dream of it
to understand in my bones what i can forge from out of my thought
if in the image of Him we are, what small light can we voice 12:01am comments?
A Pirate's Life for Me
This is 8 reales, where the term "pieces of 8" comes from. Cool. 12:01am comments?
September 6, 2008
Quote
How often we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to Him because we have nowhere else to go. And then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but into the desired haven.
Realize
The dream is finally becoming real. The promise of it all is coming to fruition. I am obsessed now, having seen the light at the end of the tunnel — yes, it really looks like it’s ahead! And Doug said something interesting to me: “You major in uncanny.” Hopefully whatever my mind processes can pull out of its proverbial hat will be enough to carry me through the entire implementation of the prototype. Everything, I find, can be expressed simply. This is the beauty of what is the nature of the world. This, if nothing else, has been my guiding principle: if it is too complex to understand it clearly, it is simply not worth working on. And now, the information high is carrying me through it all. Hopefully I’ll have more concrete news next time I report! 12:01am comments?
Wall of Voodoo
My wall of inspiration. Printouts, mostly, and a very early spec of Lisp (that's the one that says "Ancient Text").
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September 1, 2008
forgive
forgive thy brother seventy times seven times
for in that, mayhap he remember the once in them
to forgive you the once that truly counts in yours 12:01am comments?
