Oct 30, 2018
i need to read wittgenstein. i know nothing about wittgenstein, only that i must read him. i must read him, i must. i know that he tweeted. i know that he has only one full book. i know that he is quoted on the wikipedia article for occam's razor.
i have so many books to read. so many blog posts to write. but i need to know this man. i need to know what he thought.
i need to know why i can't stop thinking about him.
Oct 13, 2018
lazer walker and i were at a party and we decided to take a day trip to see the Presidio, which ended up being a ruin on a hill.
we didn't end up making it there, instead we huffy puffied our way up and up. i did the thing i do best, which is figuring out which way to go to keep moving forward. we hunted the top through buildings and schools, and long staircases and steep upward slopes. in a way, it was like finding your way to the Acropolis in Athens.
there were others on the way up, but none were as good at getting up as me.
at one point the trail led through a school that had been shut down for an event and we rang the bell anyway. we wandered around the corner to try to find another in, but eventually the doir opened and we were in a high school gym dance party. everyone was wearing Halloween costumes and damn they could boogie. but so could i! we danced our way out the other end of the school, through hallways of revelry.
we didn't make it to the top before the sunset, which was game over.
Oct 4, 2018
it's a process of universe selection that you can't change. or at least, one that i haven't figure out how to arrest, not yet anyway. even if i could stop it or offer some kind of course correction, i'm not sure that i would want to. what universe you choose to live in is just that: your choice. i can't imagine taking that away from you.
it makes me sad, to know that i'm not cut out for working at big companies. literally cannot do it, am not built for it. it kills me, a piece of me. i hate knowing how much i hate it. i hate knowing that it's not my thing, because i think i've always in some small way wanted it to be a thing i was good at, that i felt comfortable doing. maybe age changes it. i hope age changes it, but also, i think the reality is that i know that i've wasted too much time there already.
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