Where is the iPhone now?

Watching the newest Law & Order: Criminal Intent episode, I saw an iPhone. ^_^ I also saw a reference to Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. I read an excerpt from this book in my Linguistics class a few weeks ago. Detective Logan was handed it during a search, and he threw it to the ground. How about that, huh?

Just thought I'd mention it.

Song in my head: Jackson 5, "Give Love on Christmas Day". I remember this to be the very first song I ever recognized. I heard it while with my family at the Light Rail Transit (LRT) station and train somewhere in Manila.

What about you? What is the first song you ever heard?

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Currently I'm reading (for outside class) TL Heath's translation of Euclid's Elements of Geometry. I never thought I would hear such succinct "definitions" for lines and planes:

• A straight line between two points is the same distance as the distance between the points.
• A plane is a surface for which any line segment drawn between two points on the surface, falls fully in the surface.

Yeah, yeah, so they really are undefined, but these come really close. ^_^

Thanks for reading.

Song in my head: Trina Belamide, "Tell the World of His Love".

SiliconValley/Code/4023

A few weeks ago I decided to install Google Desktop to help me search my computer. Then a few days ago, while searching for something completely different, I came across the link to my very first webpage, the very first "Math Wizard on the Web." As a bonus, the link was still in the GeoCities "neighborhood" format, so I was able to recall that I had a homestead in the Code section of the SiliconValley.

I'm thinking of applying a "poor man's copyright" to my current board game idea: stick it in an envelope and mail it to myself. Now if I can find a place to print it all out. ^_^

Thanks for reading, everyone.

Song in my head: Cranberries, "Linger".

Seventeen syllables, No. 36

Through the window the
Deep blue skies flash: Night--day--night--
Day--night. Then thunder.

Through-composed

It's official, and every moment that passes it's getting more and more official. I will not be able to return for another semester at the Writing Gym. Why I won't be able to return is a matter I would rather not discuss here, but suffice it to say that I have served it as best and as loyally I could.

The things that started in Chapter Five are coming to an end alarmingly quickly, actually. As far as I can tell, there is no more Stud Life. There is also no more Bohemia, and the Bohemians have now sought shelter elsewhere, with varying degrees of success, of course. I have two or three side-projects that are finally seeing the first tentative light of day: Planet Run, God/Man, and some odds and ends here and there, including a portion of a short story. Even the debt I incurred Colleague seems to be manageably sifting away... because of my Collective check I was able to pay off a huge chunk of it. I think I'll be able to turn the page pretty soon... but I don't think I've anticipated Chapter Six quite as well as I did this one.

What do you do when you have a serious problem that's rending you into pieces, and the only people you can talk to about it are the ones who rent you in the first place? "Something bothering you?" What do I say? That's why I've said "No."

If all this life, together with the drama, were composed (and choreographed and scored) all in one go, I'd like to have a word with the Director.

Song in my head: Cora Corman and Alex Fletcher, "Way Back into Love".

Seventeen syllables, No. 35

The neon heart bounced
Off the screen--transplanted to
The anchorman's chest.