A short story

There was once a boy who late on Monday evening gazing out from his third story loft decided to write a story about another boy who would run away from his third story loft and live by whatever means he had available mainly stealing to get by but living an exciting life; using different M.O.'s to keep the police from catching onto him and drifting from city to city. He would keep a rotation of M.O.'s. So that if caught he could frame someone else for a crime he committed. (Having committed all the crimes, he could arrange all the evidence to frame anyone). And so he would bounce around from city to city keeping an all together unboring life. But then the first boy decided to go and make soup instead.
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wtb adventures

Only dream I ever have...Every time I shut my eyes...Its always the same.

In the morning after I wake up, before I open my eyes, I see the home. I see waves on a cerulean ocean. I see sun. I see golden hills. Golden in the sense of chocolate chip cookies. Burnt grass dotted with chocolate bushes. I stand on the top of a ridge and watch as the heat refracts the surrounding hills.
At night projecting on my eyelids before unconsciousness takes me, I see the fading light of the summer sun. The world bathed red and orange as the world is lit ablaze in ebbing day. I see late nights spent in a dimly lit room. Irish car bombs. flaming dr peppers. love. drinking games and jokes. Huddles on the front lawn and speeches. Friendship.

54 days and this morning

Solar powered

I walked outside today and the temperature must have been seventy degrees. Shorts and a tshirt for the first time in ages. I felt the warm glow of the sun on my skin that was even cooled by a lazy breeze. The first wind in six months that hasnt had the fury of artic air in it. Freedom never felt so sweet. I sat on the step of a house waiting for the bus watching the people skit to and fro from their sunday afternoon obligations. Smiles illuminated the faces of these strangers. Joy I found their waiting for the bus. It hurt. The beauty of the simple day. Not even an extraordinary day in any capacity. After two months of freezing temperatures and icy ground though even the most ordinary day, the day common place day at home, seem so much bigger. I sat there and took in the sun lamenting the fact that i would soon be confined to this windowless room where I will slave away to increase my intellect via ritualistic torture...ie homework. But for that half as I rode my chariot from from one bus stop to another it was peaceful and harmonious. The funny thing? Throughout the wait and the ride to campus I could think only of another ride in the back of a 199 somthing Honda Civic with finger drawings on the back of the inside window from two summers ago. Of riding up Kanaan Dume listening to the Decembrists on our way to the beach not a care in the world. Heres to hoping we will never loose that ability.


45 days and this morning.

It will be like it never happened

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blurred(I) = I convolved with f
//thats how you cheaply blur an image in case you were curious where I is the image

Today I learn that caffeine is not a substitute for sleep. Sleep is for the weak. I've said that on more than one occasion. No turns out sleep is the waking dream of the weary. Everythings blurs without sleep. Its like a fading photograph. Everything slowly turns a faded amber. Lack of sleep transforms life from a video to a serious of these faded photos. Its very jumpy. Sitting in class, formulas, numbers and algorithms assault your brain like mongol hordes sweeping over the great wall.

Shutter speed thats all it is. When you're tired your thinking slows down, and your brain goes into low power. Its ability to remember a continuous video is lost as the shutter of your mind stays closed for longer.

Also thinking is really hard. Time to take a test.
Its gonna be hard not to fail, but i probably wont remember so thats good

The world is n-dimensional where n is some value greater than 4 but less than infinity(?). It is hard to imagine an infinite dimensional space, but it might be possible I do not know. As mentioned previously, humans do not perceive all of these dimensions. So how do humans perceive all of these dimensions? A better first question is what is a dimension. A dimension is a duality. It is most easily thought of as a line.
Tentative dimension properties:
(1) There is an origin, or a neutral position. (what that means in all dimension it is hard to say)
(2) Going one way on the line increases the value of the dimension, while going the other way decreases the value of the dimension.
(3) If from the origin you go the same distance from center in both directions, then two "values" negate each other. (kind of a corollary of 2)

Think of a number line for example. Going one way increases the numerical value while going the other way decreases it. However, dimensions do not have to be numerical. Love-hate is a dimension. There can be a neutral position ie indifference. I don't know how to prove the theory that x amount of hate cancels out x amount of love. but I think that it is true. (which has always been enough for me, belief is more important than reality anyway)

But anyway so that is what a dimension is. The real world is some number of dimensions n and humans perceive some number of dimensions k that is less than n. The brain is a filter that maps the n dimensional world into the k dimensional world that we perceive. Information is lost in this process. Mapping from a higher dimension to a lower dimension causes an irrevocable loss of information. (always) Thus it is probably not possible to know everything about the real world. Good questions are what is the value of k and n. K is probably computable to a clever person, but thats a good topic for next time.

Next time: bases (base-eez)

They can touch anything but themselves.

Life is a narrowing of possibility. When you are born the possibilities are limitless. Not the possibilities for anything, but the straight possibility; the realm of possibility. The world as it could be at all times in all directions. Lets back up. So there are three dimensions of which humans are aware: the spatial directions. Four if you count time (which i do). (There are probably more than four dimensions that we are aware of, but thats neither here nor there for now. ) For arguments sake, there are four dimensions that we perceive. However, it is possible (duh duh chh) and probable that there are more than four dimensions that we cannot readily perceive. The realm of possibility is the sum of all the realms that are and more. It is the sum of everything that could have been. Everything is a subset of possibility. Nothing is contained in reality that is not possible. (If you can imagine it, it is possible and therefore very much real.

Life is the realization of possibility. When we are young, possibilities are infinite. As we grow and age. The world of possibilities before us shrinks. It shrinks gradually and slowly until there is only one possiblity left death. Think of it as a spark, born out of nothing (well out of energy really) a spark has limitless possibility, until it ignites something and the spark runs its course transforming the material to ash until there is nothing left but dust. Nothing left but one possibility:

Life is the expression, the translation, the mapping of the grandiose realm of possibility into the realm of human existence and experience.

More later on: dimensions, mappings, death, probability, information, surjectivity and injectivity

The streak ends at 3

"I feel so broke up, I wanna go home"
- The Beach Boys

Clearly, it was not meant for west coasters to go east. I mean even 500 years ago they figured this out. Always trying to get out of europe and sail west.

It's snowing today. The last of the snow melted yesterday. Now we're expecting about a foot today. Thats typical. It was like 60 the other night and my exact thought was surely we will pay for this later. Two nights ago i went to a slick rick concert. He is old school hip hop or something like that. He was pretty terrible, but the two bands before him were pimp. And his backup singer was hands down one of the cutest girls i've ever seen. So thats good. I highly recommend Bad Rabbits. Check them out on myspace. Cauz that doesnt sound creepy. Anyway that was pretty fun.

So its just me and my roommate Chris this week. Should be a fun week i'm sure that more posts will follow

Lovers stay on the road you're on?