If automobiles are passing you on the right hand side, you could very well be in the wrong lane.
If you are passing ambiplasmic layers, you either do not live on our planet or you need to stop listening to Alfvén and Klein so much.
There are days when I find it difficult to coax the word onto the screen. If this were 1953, I would find myself staring blankly at a blank piece of paper stuck in a typewriter on a blank desk in a room with blank walls. I would likely have a cigarette in my mouth with two inches of ash hanging precariously from a dead butt. I would have a sharp haircut, a sharp shirt, and a loose bottle rattling around a carpet full of wadded paper and needles.
This day, the one met with relentless and the promise of tardy trucks, is not one of those days, though, perhaps, it should be. This post will wax absurdist, and I’ll argue with myself internally that I’m filling dead space before the fiction starts, and the other me who waxes his absurd mustache will insist that I’m fluffing the reader off screen. I hate that guy. Why does he say shit like that?
I am learning Japanese, and I say this knowing I have not actually studied the language at all. I have just watched a lot of tokusatsu lately. On my desk is a lengthy text on Integral Logistics Management that I intend to read, along with textbooks on C#, C++, Java, and Python … oh and I’ve got that On Cooking culinary textbook at home that I believe will absolutely make me an instant chef as soon as I get past chapter one. I am one hundred pages away from completing The Inheritors, which you will notice I have italicized to annoy you. There is a copy of George Bataille’s Story of the Eye that has just been delivered to my mail room which I am afraid to read. I have reached the year 1975 in my attempt to read the entire Marvel continuum starting in the Silver Age–that’s like 3,330 individual issues now. Excelsior! Of the mainstream titles, I have missed “zero” issues – notice I placed unnecessary quotation marks around zero, the same word which I have now italicized.
I believe that you cannot learn math without taking a firm stance on the ontological system of your choice. You cannot learn physics without math, chemistry without physics, biology without chemistry, or how to rule lesser humans without biology. And where would you be without our beloved Sol beyond?
I do not break into your house in the wee hours of the morn and pretend my life is better than yours because I know how to properly pronounce anisotropy, all the while not having a clue as to what it actually means. And, you make believe you are actually a pedant, when in all actuality, you are a vapid waste of electric impulses. I’m talking to you mustache man, not you. And per se &.
What did the pedant say to the polymath? We both make lovely notes.