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dealing with life today
has been difficult.
found out about this man… well after graduate applications were due (his emphasis is on analogical thought and creativity. i was literally just explaining what i want my research to focus on: the role of art in education creating analogies for efficient learning. FUCK.
i will never love again.
i can’t seem to find a groove on spotify.
i didn’t ride at ALL today.
i couldn’t convince my father to eat his vegetables.
i felt like an empty soul at work.
it’s just strange, because, life isn’t hard. i move past things and don’t dwell openly about issues or problems. but something is seriously amiss. welcome to wonder week (i wanted to say ponder, but needed the alliteration).
“We have repeatedly seen how analogies and mappings give rise to secondary meanings that ride on the backs of primary meanings. We have seen that even primary meanings depend on unspoken mappings, and so in the end, we have seen that all meaning is mapping-mediated, which is to say, all meaning comes from analogies.”
Douglas Hofstadter, I am a Strange Loop, 2007
my mind is blowing up! (yeah, even that is an analogy, would “my neurons interacting between my pre-frontal cortex, temporal lobe, wernicke’s area, and hippocampus were above a normal range of creating electric current?”)
another 2011 woman of the year, musically laura marling. interestingly, i used to have debates with my west virginia folks about a town named sophia. we had to drive through it to go to the pictures in bluefield. it was a small appalachia town, but had at least a 70 foot train trestle passing overhead the center of town. they had a church, a few bars, and about 10 houses. anyways, everytime we went through, i’d see the trestle and start expressive my love of the name sophia. such a sweet, sweet, sophisticated, classic sounding name. i already new what this sophia’s personality would be like that i was destined to meet at some point in my life, do to this romantic attachment to a small dying appalachian town with a looming trestle overhead the center of town.
contrary to my thoughts and dreams however were my friends driving along. they would counter saying they only pictured a haggard 54 year old biker that travels cross country, picking fights at biker bars, spent a summer with the hell’s angels, spit, chewed and drank bud heavy.
i don’t know why people ruin people’s dreams, but i’m still looking for sophia (the former, not the latter).
anyways, track 9 from this album reminded me of that.
lots of feelings about discovering friendly fires tonight. mostly though, now realizing how drasticly i need to change the way i walk. so much expression through walking. it’s an underrated art form. forgotten since the days of monty python and the 80’s.
“The pages had to be cut on all four edges for smooth feeding. The project required the purchase of a $10,000 guillotine to accomplish this. The guillotine was somewhat dangerous, required in-depth training in use and safety, slowed the process, was a public relations nightmare for the library community, and obviated the economy of the inexpensive scanner.”
excerpt from the million dollar books project (what seems to be an industrial?) report.
the highly expensive, somewhat dangerous machine to chop book pages was admittedly, annoying as shit.
“I hereby officially and enthusiastically endorse Newt Gingrich for president of the United States”
Herman Cain - @thehill (via brooklynmutt)
wait, is this the politician’s endorsement, or did godfather’s pizza just become the official pizza of the 2012 primary?
(Source: thehill.com, via breakingnews)
“Higher education is not a luxury. It’s an economic imperative that every family in America should be able to afford.”
President Obama speaking in Michigan today about his plans to make college more affordable (via barackobama)
Momentous occasion at work: archiving the data from my first research project with keystone. In that box are IMPORTANT OPINIONS and PERCEPTIONS that erie’s housing authority will base a year’s worth of spending.
The bike cave. Well, not really. Buuuuuuuut once I start getting others to bike to work and hang racks and put in lockers and showers and probably a steam room, maybe a breakfast bar off to the side (still working on a contract for that last one) it will be!
Babysat for my friend’s kid tonight. She baked cookies for me. I asked her which kind of cookie this was and she said french poop. I don’t think she ACTUALLY said poop but I repeated it enough that she changed whatever she was saying to poop. Is that wrong?
