I just finished the Myth of Sisyphus (the full essay, not just the part about Sisyphus), and while I realize its meant to be a companion to the more uplifting The Rebel, I feel like it was a bit heavy.
In any event I decided to try to read Moby Dick. Winter is upon us and I need the spiritual wrath of New England.
But actually I got all my readings more or less done somehow. Woo. Ice cream time.
I keep reading about OpenOffice file formats and thinking how they could be rap names (a la ODB). ODT could be the rap name of an ayatolla: Ol’ Dirty Theocrat. ODP: Ol’ Dirty Pope. ODS: Ol’ Dirty Sycophant.
In related news, I’m having a hard time focusing on reading about the sustainability of file formats.
First nosebleed of the autumnal cool weather season. Owing to an episode of Canadian teen dramaseries Degrassi the Next Generation, I worry that people will mistakenly assume I do cocaine because of frequent bloody noses.
Also this napkin from carryout weeks ago smells like lavender, but to my knowledge I own nothing lavender scented.
Earlier I intended to come home from class and watch the debate, but by the time I got home it was already 10:30 and I remembered I already knew who I was voting for months ago, and anyhow why did I need to raise my blood pressure? Instead I made a martini and watched the X Files.
Question: can a martini with a heavy dose of vermouth be described as wet? Increasingly I think the vermouth is my favorite part.
Today rather than listen in metadata class, I searched for my forebears in the NYPL database. My great great grandfather has a whole bunch of Yiddish Socialist tracts on microfilm apparently. I kind of now want to learn to read Yiddish to read these things.
But I won’t.
A different great great grandfather apparently wrote a 4 act play called “A Russian Shylock” so I might have to go see this at the Schwartzman this weekend.
I just spent most of today reading about Information Theory. It was too much. TMI Theory.
What isn’t said is that the firm is also shorting these bonds and investing heavily in prisons.
Also earlier I purchased two sliced of 99 cent pizza. Long ago I vowed that I had too much self respect to eat 99 cent pizza. It was terrible and I was reminded of why I made that vow. I feel a mixture of shame and disgust, combined with the sense of eating too much grease for too little flavor.
The Curb Your Enthusiasm about Mr. Softee was literally the best thing I’ve seen this year.
That is all.