Too Many Internets

On the advice of a rather good friend, I’ve spent a good portion of the previous night trying to, “just fucking do something.” That’s my paraphrase, not her words, so I perhaps should not have used the quotation marks. Regardless, her point was thus: to use this extensive block of time that I have being unemployed, when not lamely glancing over job listings, to actually produce something. My lazing about funneling hours into a wide variety of video games should rather be spent doing calisthenics of the mind (or hands) for which I am terribly sore.

It really struck me as something that needed to be done as I wandered the physics department today, passing active classrooms and considered the real possibility that if I stopped into any of them, I would be thoroughly overwhelmed by how little I remembered or understood.

So! I am going to try making a definite effort to do something, and document it here. I am bound by severe deficiency of funds, though, so it won’t be anything spectacularly sculptural or food related. But I’m going to do something, dammit.

In that spirit, while sitting on a bench, under a tree, next to the University of Connecticut Center for Undergraduate Education, waiting to inquire about rescheduling an appointment with a career services advisor, listening to ‘Take Time’ by The Books because it shuffled into play, marveling at serendipity and enjoying the last gasp of late summer New England warmth, I wrote the following line.

(Not this one.) Since I’ve been turning over in my mind concepts on which to base a play existing solely as a frame for an out-of-time monologue of physics or mathematics, I’ve pieced together a number of fairly ridiculous sentences. This one, though, really reminds me of the awful constructs forged by pseudo-scientific mystics who co-opt quantum theory in an attempt to throw more veils over the meaning of life. So I just had to share:

‘The whole of the vastly numerous but ultimately finite permutations of human interaction rest on a manifestly stable superstructure born from the collisions of infinite fractal possibilities.’

Now, if that junk is out of my system, hopefully something useful and neat will make itself known.

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I’m really hoping to stick around longer this time, and perhaps do a little more than just link blogging. If you (yes you) wouldn’t mind leaving a brief little thing in the comments (a non sequitur would be best!) I would be quite appreciative, if only so I may have some impression of my current audience. Or, given that I probably know each of you personally, a non sequitur could also be delivered via phone, tweet or in person. Thanks!

steven Tell ambitions, flubjub