Monday, August 4, 2008

longing...

As I sit at Evan's house in Milwaukee, I am again baffled by a many things. I've been reading a book called Mysticism and the New Physics by Michael Talbot and it is blowing my mind.
I would like to pose a question.
If aleph (an infinite set of numbers) is raised by aleph you end up with an infinite set of curves (2D).
If you raise aleph again by it self you have an infinite set of corkscrews (3D).
What would you have if you raise aleph to the fourth power? 

I finished Lollapalooza with a nice farmers tan. It was wonderful. It was pretty warm on the first day, but the second and third were real nice. We had the wind blowing off from Lake Michigan. 

My favorite shows were:
Explosions in the Sky.
The Kills.
Radiohead. (would've been better if I wasn't a half a mile away)
Girl Talk. (Meagan, Pete, Stephen, Morgan, and Jessica all got male porn cards that let them get on stage and dance... YouTube that shit.)

Amongst my adventures in the "windy city," I ended up loosing my car. I had parked underneath the prudential building and I went through the lobby and out the front doors. When I returned to get a jacket for me, Jessica, and Morgan, the doors to the lobby were locked. As I was pouting on a bench smoking the last of my cigarettes, my key got stuck in between the bench slits and when I stood up it bent in half.
I was pissed. So pissed. So I thought I would console myself by going and sitting with my friends and watching Wilco. I couldn't find them when I got back. 
More pissed.
Finally, a fine black gentleman told me to go and follow where everyone else was going into the parking garage. So, I did. 
I finally got back to my car and bent my key so that it would unlock my car and start it. I then went a bit outside of the city to a rest stopped played guitar for a few hours and fell asleep in my 1996 Honda Accord (red). 
The next day I got up and took a bath in the friendly neighborhood pool (aka. the Motel 6 pool). Went back to Lolla and had a hell of a good last day.

My next adventures take me to the land of Colleen. Connecticut. I leave here on Wednesday after I drop Meagan off at the airport. 

Speaking of which....
well, or not.
I guess that is more or less how things go. 
or should go.

I've also been reading a shit load of Khalil Gibran. 
I would definitely recommend "The Prophet" if you are into beautiful language and mysticism.