notes
i am a set of notes plucked from the dust
cloaked in gray, to slough off the groping of evil
i am nuanced in wandering, walked for years
now, beyond the horizon, a hand of quiet stills all
to open a boom of joy to split the soul and sound
for time has a beginning and ending in our eye
we play our tune, then return our instruments 12:01am comments?
Also on My Wall
It’s actually pretty huge in poster form.
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May 28, 2009
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Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.
Numb
I am keeping quiet this time. Well, everywhere except here. I don’t remember how many times I’ve told people to expect something to be finished, as far as my AI goes — always, soon. This time, I am strangely hopeful, and I have not told anyone why I am thus so. I have written in a little notepad: “The structures exist.” Which is to say, as I think of more things that I didn’t before, I am finding that real, implementational ideas I have already thought of fit together to solve these problems. But like I said, I’m not going to tell you that it’s coming soon. Even if I am looking and seeing something like a light at the end of this long tunnel I have been traveling. And also, a little numb about it all. 12:01am comments?
longing
the soul of my longing has a name
it is sweet and dark
the sound of its calling is a full moon alone in the sky
pale light and shadows in candlelit fantasy
i am drifting in time and memories
your voice is far away and imaginary
as if i have desired silence and light
in the shroud of your gaze upon my believing
magic in the touch
a song that carries out from the dreaming 12:01am comments?
Patience
Time diligently passes; I see the dates scroll off this page, one by one. Somewhere I am making progress in all this — I feel it. It is just disconcerting how old I am getting, I suppose. This is the final stretch before the big 4-0. And I think my parents are starting to freak out, and I think that that is affecting me to a degree. This is only going to get worse before it gets better. I don’t know what will happen when July ticks past, but I remember not that long ago that I had to take a month off of work when I turned 30. In other words, I don’t think my birthday will be a very bright and sunny day for me, whatever the weather happens to be.
Something might have happened on 5/14, or I don’t know... I feel different. This is in relation to my AI. I do keep thinking of theoretical issues, but I am finding that the structures I have laid out I can build on to solve these problems. Do I finally have an alpha version of my theoretics (or metatheoretics, as the case may be)? We again come to the feeling of not high or low, but even keel, that if I sustain a pressure, the wound will clot. If you want a metaphor. I have a very loose implementation plan, which I guess is more like an architecture, and I have started to code again, which led me to have a little to-do list. Let’s see how far I get now.
As far as the day job goes, I am quite sick of QA. This was supposed to be a two month gig, or so, and now it looks like it will end in June. That’s 4 months, if you haven’t been counting. Holy crap, if I have to fill out one more bug report.... Well, at least, that’s the feeling. I know I’ll fill out more bug reports. At least I have money again. But seriously, the job is starting to suck the life out of me. My brain cells start dying as I load up the website to test in the browser and start clicking. And what else? I am hooked on watermelon and popcorn chicken (from KFC). The former, every day, the latter, every Sunday on the way home from Church. And with that random info, I’m outta here. For now.
In which I am learning from the patience of Abraham. 12:01am 1 comment
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Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them — every day begin the task anew.
Another of My Toys
It's a Stonehenge watch. Wonderfully, utterly useless. 12:01am comments?
May 14, 2009
einstein dreaming
curious
the mind can bend the universe
fly
where the velocity is strange
imagine
energy is frozen, perhaps to wonder
time
an oddly intimate experience
sight
directed within can see infinity
reach
the end and the beginning of all
know
these parameters light the world 12:01am comments?
Pretty Good, Pretty Neat
I have established a beachhead in the realm of metainstruction. That is to say, there may be more to be figured out, but I have something of a handle on how this will work. Am going into once again trying to complete the implementation plan, now that I have nailed down some wrangly details that came up last time I tried to tackle it. I am once again optimistic that I have something that is not, perhaps, a refiguring of Prolog, or something to that effect. Perhaps I should actually look up how that works, again, which I did in the more distant past, a couple years ago. I know it is related to both Prolog and Lisp, what I am cooking up. But maybe it is something wonderful. 12:01am comments?
Escher: Three Worlds
Here is a colorized version of a classic.
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May 9, 2009
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Can we believe that God ever really modifies His action in response to the suggestions of man? For infinite wisdom does not need telling what is best, and infinite goodness needs no urging to do it. But neither does God need any of those things that are done by finite agents, whether living or inanimate. He could, if He chose, repair our bodies miraculously without food; or give us food without the aid of farmers, bakers, and butchers; or knowledge without the aid of learned men; or convert the heathen without missionaries. Instead, He allows soils and weather and animals and the muscles, minds, and wills of men to cooperate in the execution of His will. "God," says Pascal, "instituted prayer in order to lend to His creatures the dignity of causality." But it is not only prayer; whenever we act at all, He lends us that dignity. It is not really stranger, nor less strange, that my prayers should affect the course of events than that my other actions should do so.
Having Let Go
I have been sick, of late, another cold. I hope it dispels soon, for I would like to be able to think straight again. Cold medicine, of course, just fuzzifies everything. Although in spite of it got some ideas jotted down Saturday night. The big partier that I am, nowadays. As far as the AI, I’ve become a little bit obsessed with the concept of a metainstruction. A piece of information that tells the system that’s reading it how or what to operate. I wrote down that it may be measurement, but I have not worked out the nitty gritty of how that might be. But anyway, the day job looks like it’ll go until June, so no rush, again. I do have a lot of things figured out, though.
As far as Eun Hye goes, I have let go of preconceptions concerning how that might transpire. If it happens it happens, if it doesn’t it doesn’t. Though somewhere I have the feeling that it will, for there have been several signs in my lifetime to indicate it. But whatever. I don’t feel like obsessing about it any more. There have been no set up dates in the recent past, and I am thankful for that. Though one that I had some time ago is pestering my mom (or someone associated with it is pestering my mom) about a second date. Heh. Not going to happen, I’m afraid. I’m pretty chilled as far as things go in this area, for now. I have other things to occupy me.
What else? Having been sick, I haven’t worked on the new Facebook application, either. But as far as social networking, went to a Throbbing Gristle concert in Brooklyn last week, having been invited by my college buddy Boris. I gave him a 1769 5 kopek coin, and he gave me some green tea. And the concert was... interesting. Definitely not your usual fare. It was definitely good to get out of the house, and I hadn’t seen Boris in like 20 years. Back two lifetimes ago, it feels like. And what else? My poetry’s improving of late. Just wrote a poem about Albert Einstein, for some reason. And so it goes.
flicker
time will slip
and i am sometimes nowhere
wondering through the ache
forgetting lifetimes
wishing to fly with nowhere to go
living in dreams
hope forever flickering 12:01am comments?
