So, despite the fact that there are tons of amazing things to eat in the Bay Area, and I haven’t even been trying to cut down on anything or follow any sort of plan, I discovered today that I lost four pounds in the past couple of weeks. It’s obviously ‘cos I’m walking all the time… maybe I should start doing that around Anchorage, too.
I’m pretty sure the part that I actually enjoy about various intoxicants (such as alcohol, as well as other stuff that I’ve never done and anyone who tells you I have is lying) is that they (by which I mean ‘it’) make(s) me less reflective, and I reflect (some might say ‘dwell’) on things way too much.
This also conveniently explains why I like Zen so much, since enough practice in zazen yields a similar effect, but you can still drive after you do it. Also, no hangover.
I’m thinking of having a sculptor make me a statue of an anthropomorphic personification of Science, and putting it at the entrance to my library (since my new house is totally going to have a dedicated library) with a plaque reading LET HE WHO WOULD QUESTION MY METHODS, FIRST EQUAL THE LEAST OF MY WORKS.
Which brings me to my question: what, or who, would be a good personification of Science?
Damn, my music library is really messy, and there are a bunch of songs in here that I downloaded for novelty value and don’t particularly care if I ever hear again. I’m mildly tempted to just nuke everything that isn’t a complete album and start over.
Had a chat with a mortgage guy (loan officer? I’m not sure what his job title is) this morning. Everything looks copacetic; however, I’m currently in California while my files are in Alaska, so I’ve moved this thing about as far forward as I can for this week. I’ve got a meeting on Tuesday morning, whence I’ll hopefully depart with pre-approval in hand so I can start making offers.
Sorry, the interesting part doesn’t really start happening until I actually have the place.
No, they’re not the same project.
Yes, they’re interdependent.
And to answer the question you weren’t even thinking of; yes, there’s a third major project in the mix. It doesn’t have a pretentious name yet, though, which is how I know it’s still too early to talk about it.
I’m going to eschew the wall-of-text format for something a little more straightforward this time.
Among the reasons my getting a house is going to be awesome not just for me, but for many of my friends, is something I just last night decided to call Project Lemnos, after the Greek island where the cult of Hephaestus was once based. If you don’t know who that is, look it up; I’m trying to avoid long-windedness here.
Anyway, Project Lemnos is my plan to build a workshop capable of fabricating anything I can design. Yeah, I know, a workshop that can literally build anything I can think of is impossible, but I’m setting the bar high for this as a symbolic way of communicating that I’m not going to stop making this thing bigger and better until it’s way, way beyond reasonable.
Also as part of this, I’ve decided to learn a couple of flavors of engineering. I realize that’s kind of a casual way of putting it, but going on endlessly about how hard it is to teach yourself engineering isn’t going to make it any easier. Besides, I don’t have (or need) a “straight” job, nor do I have any intention of getting one any time soon, so why not? Might as well spend the next couple of years doing something amazing.
What’s the point in saying “No homo”? No one’s going to think you’re gay if you tell your friend you love them. I don’t go to my little sister and say “I love you. No incest.” If I’m at my grandfather’s grave, I don’t go “I love you. No necrophilia.”
I don’t know about you, but I only say “No homo” after I say something extraordinarily gay. Like “I wanna give that guy a rimjob. No homo!”
Of course, all my friends know I’m bi anyway, so they’re in on the joke.