i see the mermaids singing, each to each .. fvck it. i'm eating a peach instead.
this just goes to show you that nothing is foolproof. for example .. it's 4:24 on finnish time. in any circumstance i should not be writing any kind of blog post .. still, i seems that i remembered my password and could steady my fingers well enough to start typing in this text box that will become a blog post.
i blame nico, that fvcking silver-tongued devil of an italian. when i think about it i should have stayed home, read stephenson's the .. cryptonomicon, which i hear has a large part about alan turing. [1]
no matter. nico is not a liar, but heäs quite self-assured. on the way to the pub he told me about numerology, in the sense that some combinations of girls are impossible and that no man can have a word in edgewise, while in some combinations, there is .. up to personality, a winning strategy to bed a girl.
i took this as italian bravado, the sort of boasting that occurs either before or after a drunken revelry in smoky pubs.
real life is not quite like poker, but some parts are.
while at the second pub, nursing my third beer, i saw people swaying, finnish men tilting their chins to talk to shorter finnish women. the biological imperative ..
.. and suddenly i think i have a "meta" moment. i'm thining about the moment, while children-now-turned-adults are dancing to songs that i remember on the radio, swaying, batting eyelashes, giving cold shoulders, ordering drinks in relatively silent defeat.
i feel detached, somewhat inhuman. it's probably for that reason why i can tell you what i see.
my suspicion is that the best gamblers know the odds but that they do not compute. there is a human element, the part that can trick other minds that they know something more than what anyone can compute .. something irrational and illogical that cannot so easily be modeled, yet exists in a very real way ..
.. like watching a woman, with her girlfriends, yet deciding that now is precisely the right time to cut in, sway as she sways, and suddenly you and she are dancing ..
.. well, that's what i see anyway. nico's dancing with a lithe creature of a woman, someone who is dancing for others to watch and apparently it's working.
that's him. as for me, i warily eye the taps, and sigh. finnish beer, eh? and so i order something that i regret least, see if nico's luck will keep .. or run out.
[1] this just goes to show you either how shιtty programming is, or how capable is the human mind. by rights i should never have been able to access my lj account and posted this message ..
.. or there could be a third option: that perhaps, in my deepest part of the soul, i will always have a partly sound mind .. sufficiently sound, at any rate, to be coherent and for you, my readers, to follow this uneasy narrative that is one night of my life.
i blame nico, that fvcking silver-tongued devil of an italian. when i think about it i should have stayed home, read stephenson's the .. cryptonomicon, which i hear has a large part about alan turing. [1]
no matter. nico is not a liar, but heäs quite self-assured. on the way to the pub he told me about numerology, in the sense that some combinations of girls are impossible and that no man can have a word in edgewise, while in some combinations, there is .. up to personality, a winning strategy to bed a girl.
i took this as italian bravado, the sort of boasting that occurs either before or after a drunken revelry in smoky pubs.
real life is not quite like poker, but some parts are.
while at the second pub, nursing my third beer, i saw people swaying, finnish men tilting their chins to talk to shorter finnish women. the biological imperative ..
.. and suddenly i think i have a "meta" moment. i'm thining about the moment, while children-now-turned-adults are dancing to songs that i remember on the radio, swaying, batting eyelashes, giving cold shoulders, ordering drinks in relatively silent defeat.
i feel detached, somewhat inhuman. it's probably for that reason why i can tell you what i see.
my suspicion is that the best gamblers know the odds but that they do not compute. there is a human element, the part that can trick other minds that they know something more than what anyone can compute .. something irrational and illogical that cannot so easily be modeled, yet exists in a very real way ..
.. like watching a woman, with her girlfriends, yet deciding that now is precisely the right time to cut in, sway as she sways, and suddenly you and she are dancing ..
.. well, that's what i see anyway. nico's dancing with a lithe creature of a woman, someone who is dancing for others to watch and apparently it's working.
that's him. as for me, i warily eye the taps, and sigh. finnish beer, eh? and so i order something that i regret least, see if nico's luck will keep .. or run out.
[1] this just goes to show you either how shιtty programming is, or how capable is the human mind. by rights i should never have been able to access my lj account and posted this message ..
.. or there could be a third option: that perhaps, in my deepest part of the soul, i will always have a partly sound mind .. sufficiently sound, at any rate, to be coherent and for you, my readers, to follow this uneasy narrative that is one night of my life.