(no subject)
It's just after midnight, early enough into January I could call it a new year with a little poetic license. The moon is bright and half full, hanging above the highway I've just wandered off of. I'm standing beside a taco truck next to a trailer park and a gas station in the unfashionable end of Santa Clara after talking much of the night in a seedy bar with someone about getting a book published. It's cold enough I can see my breath, though my body is still warm from a long drive, and the smell of the aluminum pot of carne asada simmering on a hot plate wired into the tail lights of the taco truck is visceral.
I've been studying aeronautical equations for 4 days. Navier-Stokes, Bernoulli, Mach numbers, compressible flow. Since I've got an application in mind, it's fascinating stuff; but the most interesting conversation of my week was describing why Jameson's makes such a smoother Manhattan than the usual while finding out how hard it is for independent attorneys to pay off their student loans. I've crossed 100 years of alcoholic history and 185 years of mathematical history in 3 short days and wrapped it up with a dash of legal practice and the hopes of Russian immigrants to the U.S. in the early 90s.
It sounds like 2 people, young ones, are having sex in the bushes at my feet. The carne asada tacos are more satisfying than investigating those noises would probably be. The proprietors of the truck are trying not to stare (you'd think they'd be looking in the bushes)- I'm not the usual clientele in this neighborhood, but damn this stuff is tasty.
J and I are going skiing in a few hours so I should find a pillow somewhere. Leave a light on for us, we'll be back Sunday.
I've been studying aeronautical equations for 4 days. Navier-Stokes, Bernoulli, Mach numbers, compressible flow. Since I've got an application in mind, it's fascinating stuff; but the most interesting conversation of my week was describing why Jameson's makes such a smoother Manhattan than the usual while finding out how hard it is for independent attorneys to pay off their student loans. I've crossed 100 years of alcoholic history and 185 years of mathematical history in 3 short days and wrapped it up with a dash of legal practice and the hopes of Russian immigrants to the U.S. in the early 90s.
It sounds like 2 people, young ones, are having sex in the bushes at my feet. The carne asada tacos are more satisfying than investigating those noises would probably be. The proprietors of the truck are trying not to stare (you'd think they'd be looking in the bushes)- I'm not the usual clientele in this neighborhood, but damn this stuff is tasty.
J and I are going skiing in a few hours so I should find a pillow somewhere. Leave a light on for us, we'll be back Sunday.