Stealing Time

Engineering is eating my soul alive; it wouldn't have it any other way. That's all I got to say about that. In general then, nothing is new, it seems to always do that anyway.

I miss crossword puzzles. I haven't done one in nearly a month, well, I did do one a while back...but that was under the most auspicious of occasions, so I refuse to count it. Crosswords keep me sane. I requires both logic, analysis, logical analysis...kidding, but it requires you to find the pattern and couple it with your mastery of the language--run through all the possibilities, a great mental flex. I enjoy them. Sitting. Black pen in hand. Gel ink please, but ballpoint will do. Brow furrowed as the hand writes wildly. Love it.

Now the interesting thing. De Man is not a marxist reader, far from it...but no one asked me. I wrote it in my book. Pah on you. But that's not the point (if there is ever a point). Points are so violent, and they choose sides.

I am tired of ignorance. People with their post-victorian/ Hemingway notions on the societal archetypes. Men can't demonstrate emotion, women are frail and must be taken care of. I mean ohcome on guys. Empower yourself...to each man his own conscience. However, it seems that no one wants everyone to have his voice. It is not their decision. Sorry this got rambling very fast, it happens.

For some reason in engineering today, instead of paying attention, I started to think about 3rd grade. How you would get "sticks" if you were good. They were little laminated stripes of construction paper. I won the first time around, but I never won anymore. I received, for my goodness, this neat-o elmer's glue...it was blue and sparkly. I don't know why I thought about it, but it sure did generate classes and regulate behaviour in the class. Very hierarchical. No one asked me though. These things just pop into your head at times. It must be the lost hour.

And Mr Gov....what kind of "service" could you be getting for ~$5000...I mean I know nothing about prostitution, but I am very certain that is fairly steep for the services rendered which normally end in one thing..unless it is like Pretty Woman. I wonder what the costs are for running a business like that...that nightwalker must have some high ceilings.

"No caffe latte? And you call yourselves a bookstore!"-from the New Yorker, my source of witty cartoons