I'm experiencing more strange coincedences related to my choice of reading, this time it's His Dark Materials, which is basically a textbook for Physics Now written up in story form, or even more fantastically, a metaphor for the grand experiment being conducted at the Large Hadron Collider in Geneva. All of these things, facts, stories, learning...have been occupying my attention this winter season, and I try to escape into some light reading for fear that I'm becoming to obsessive, yet lo- what is discussed on page 361 but dark matter...essentially alluded to during the entire story. As I tell you time and time again. It's not my fault that I am such a geek, it's indeed fate.
Oh, btw, to fully hammer that statement home, I went to see these guys play. It was awesome.
You may know them from an album called "Graceland".
Wow, B.B. Kings sucks.
Like, super sucks. SUXXXXX. But it is proof of the talent of the performers to transcend it's shitty, shitty vibe.
THey really were great. And I was psyched when I left, my heart was light.
And then I remembered where I was. This I think is the biggest sign in Times Square right now. This is NEW YORK CITY! We make good salsa here.
Haha.
Ugggg. So shitty here, like knives in your brain and in your eyes. It hurts. It's Breezewood.