this week i

sewed up three books of spice.


this week i

landed late, better than never.  a big forty eight hours.

toured town with my brattleboro brahs.  speaking of senescence, good name for a cemetery.

hiked molly stark state park.  isn't chipmunk a monkey?  fire tower, branch pond, grout pond.  their child will live in artisinal bubble wrap

checked for ticks, couvade.  do you think she cries herself to sleep at night?  head-on collision with two butterflies, lo siento!  coloradan accents also

woke up without rooster, some of us still tired.  wachusett mountain views more bespoke than walden pond.  emilie ordered a small


this week i

watched senator casey read our numbers into the congressional record at 01:46:20.

thank montgomery county, the ancient rusted shelf collapsed, no-hassle home pickup.  verizon will call you back on the 32nd.

submitted my os geo int final.  last lecture discussed digital twin: if you can model nearly perfectly (like traffic flow), you can manage it better.

attended knife skills 101.  eight inch blade does everything.  left hand claw with hidden thumb, push forward not down, grip the whole handle.

think roy blunt looks like the just want to watch the world burn joker.  if the climate trend continues, the collapse of civilization is plausible.

coworked and at lunch ate a burger and drank a wolf pup session.  do you think it's hunting bookworms?  speaking of hunters..

roasted coffee at david's during the workday.  i asked if the jar of green slime was an alien, he answered an earnest no.  you can't correct for an original sin.  at the izakaya, he wouldn't lady and the tramp a noodle with me.  when they bring the first person back to life: "what's the afterlife like?"  "afterlife?  i just died a second ago"

interpret the abrahamic belief in judgment day: in the far, far future, humanity will master interstellar travel and possess enough resources to re-animate (bring back to life) and then care for generations of humans throughout history, gradually turning back the clock and reviving each generation from the dead.  in that far, far future, re-birth simply means resuscitating the consciousness of a dead person into a healthy, young body.  in the waves of human souls being brought back to life and in the ever-expanding availability of intergalactic resources, far, far future humans will review your life as you lived it and decide whether to re-animate you into existence in this far, far future.  your far, far future human judge may be different from adjudicator of many others, and so we who now walk on this earth worship different gods.


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made the most of our pluripotent weekend, did i use that correctly?  howard filled the coffee cup in my outstretched hand as if we were the sistine chapel ceiling.  hillsboro voted to add ugh to its name, historical society director on duty recommended vinegar barbeque then vanilla custard.  native golf ball sized spiders, we set up a backporch twofan crossbreeze bug repellant forcefield for reading time.  how many seasons till they migrate north to maryland?  jordan lake families loafed by water's edge, we flirted with 60 mpg (not mph).  hybrids should add the engine noise the way they add the sulfur smell to natural gas.  after tacos, tortilla wafers, guac, we defeated four computers.  howard formed a great wall of terran to build battlecruisers, i mutabombed bases, sent storms of sacrificial zerglings.  at the faculty club, i read with the rest of the world in the water.


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arrived tysons ping pong tableside before five, filled out a timesheet.  marcie spotted the canoe from greensboro metro overpass.  we checked in for oregonian pinot noir porch sunset.  antique arcade at town brewery, then milkshake with sprinkles.  the contraption did not work until it did.  we paddled, swam, lazed down the north fork, bald eagle, two river otters.  enchiladas fed an army, peach blueberry pie, nine unbroken hours of sleep.  we all sucked a dinosaur land warhead, informed management about the baby skunk, ordered more warhead flavors at adroit.  strictly positive juju



(1) a memory economy

we are so accustomed to the muffling effect of black and white - which now conveys, almost as if that were its original purpose, chronological distance, and which tells us, quietly but insistently, that what we're looking at is over and done with

a decade in a normal person's life can now be recorded in a depth, and on a scale, previously afforded (and affordable) only to kings.  some of my nights out are better documented than whole wars

(2) lupification of human behavior

genetic studies of wolves and dogs indicate that their lineages split between 30,000 and 40,000 years ago, and the limited archaeological evidence suggests that the split occurred in europe.  cattle, sheep, goats, and pigs were all first domesticated much later - beginning around 10,500 years ago - in the near east.  the realization that humans and dogs have been companions for at least 30,000 years has prompted a reconsideration not only of the relationships' origins, but also of its consequences

(3) an exception in iroqouis heaven for washington

"the creek savages," abigail adams reported to her sister, "are very fond of visiting us as we entertain them kindly, and they behave with much civility."

during washington's presidency, "the bulk of the federal budget..was spent in wars against indians"

"i believe scarcely any thing short of a chinese wall, or a line of troops..will restrain land jobbers, and the incroachment of settlers, upon indian territory"