idle coffeehouse thoughts.
currently i'm at jitters cafe on walnut street. i've been here once before, but that was years ago and it was in the evening then. it sits on the corner and half of one wall consists of floor-to-ceiling windows, so the lighting is quite good now. there isn't so much room for tables; to get one seems to be a small feat.
so i suppose i am subtly congratulating myself.
it reminds me of another cafe, but oddly enough, one i visited later in life. the mind will remember things as it wishes, regardless of the orders we usually impose on reality. maybe time is a human construct, after all.
in chicago, there is a metra stop near hyde park and some blocks away from university of chicago. in the structure of that artifice sits that cafe.
both cafes are of comparable size and both have outdoor tables. in each you can also buy frozen treats, except in chicago they have gelato and here they have ice cream with normal-sounding names.
as for why i'm writing this, i really don't know. it's not very notable and probably i will forget it very quickly. if i remember it, i think it will only be for philosophical discussions of a pedestrian nature: 'on the nature of time' and such. i frequently have such conversations, though recently, not as often.
this is not the sort of thing which is easily described in conversation; if i tried to say it now then i think it would be quite boring, so i doubt that i will every say this outright to anyone.
maybe i just don't want to forget this instant of how i remembered a memory. maybe i'm just bored or i just felt like writing something that's not mathematical in nature:
not lecture notes which will bore college students on monday,
not a draft of a paper which, in a few months, will bore a referee and a few others who thought at first it would be interesting reading,
not research notes about ideas that i'll deem silly, later on, when i'm a little wiser.
maybe, maybe, maybe;
i don't know my own mind very well.
so i suppose i am subtly congratulating myself.
it reminds me of another cafe, but oddly enough, one i visited later in life. the mind will remember things as it wishes, regardless of the orders we usually impose on reality. maybe time is a human construct, after all.
in chicago, there is a metra stop near hyde park and some blocks away from university of chicago. in the structure of that artifice sits that cafe.
both cafes are of comparable size and both have outdoor tables. in each you can also buy frozen treats, except in chicago they have gelato and here they have ice cream with normal-sounding names.
as for why i'm writing this, i really don't know. it's not very notable and probably i will forget it very quickly. if i remember it, i think it will only be for philosophical discussions of a pedestrian nature: 'on the nature of time' and such. i frequently have such conversations, though recently, not as often.
this is not the sort of thing which is easily described in conversation; if i tried to say it now then i think it would be quite boring, so i doubt that i will every say this outright to anyone.
maybe i just don't want to forget this instant of how i remembered a memory. maybe i'm just bored or i just felt like writing something that's not mathematical in nature:
not lecture notes which will bore college students on monday,
not a draft of a paper which, in a few months, will bore a referee and a few others who thought at first it would be interesting reading,
not research notes about ideas that i'll deem silly, later on, when i'm a little wiser.
maybe, maybe, maybe;
i don't know my own mind very well.