August 2008
3 posts
"Quaint"?
I think I just got insulted for living in Brooklyn.
Oblivious
I got on the wrong train yesterday. Something in my brain must have shorted out. I looked up, thought “that’s not my train,” looked back down, and stepped right through the doors. I was halfway to Bay Ridge before I figured it out.
In related news, A Confederacy of Dunces is the best thing I’ve read in quite a while.
Please 'splain
I keep thinking that if I read things about the collider real slow and squint and maybe even sweat a little, maybe I’ll start to understand. Then again I didn’t do so hot in my “physics for dumbasses’ class six years ago, so I don’t think there’s much hope that I’ll ever comprehend the thing.
Crossing my fingers for strangelets, either way.