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Today was alright. I got black paint all over my hands though. It's sticky but it won't come off and it seems and it's bad for me. I printed out my print for photo a week late, but if Rusty doesn't want them, whatever. Getting back exams, going to boring classes, today was lame. The school day, at least. We made a boat in the Lounge. That was fun. I'm keeping myself preoccupied. I decided that there are five things I want to work on every day. Those five things are my body, my board, my Bach, my lines, and my physics. So far, mission accomplished. I'm reading this amazing book called Ubiquity. It talks about how catastrophes happen.
Here is an example of the idea. Say you started dropping sand, grain by grain, onto your bedroom floor. Each one falls and lands pretty randomly. Although the laws of physics are pretty precise, the shape of the grain, the way it lands, the shape of the floor, all affect where it will land, so it is impossible to say where it will land. So you are doing this for awhile and you start getting a little pile of sand building up. It gets to a certain point, when one grain of sand hits another grain, which just so happens to be holding the pile against gravity, and the whole thing comes tumbling down. Small random things trigger catastrophes in systems that are on the edge of collapse. Like World War I. The driver just made a wrong turn and happened to drive right in from of a Black Hand member, who shot the passengers. It seems almost divine but I think there is an actual physical reason for these things.
Anyway, it's a great book. What would you do tomorrow if you could do anything you wanted to?
Here is an example of the idea. Say you started dropping sand, grain by grain, onto your bedroom floor. Each one falls and lands pretty randomly. Although the laws of physics are pretty precise, the shape of the grain, the way it lands, the shape of the floor, all affect where it will land, so it is impossible to say where it will land. So you are doing this for awhile and you start getting a little pile of sand building up. It gets to a certain point, when one grain of sand hits another grain, which just so happens to be holding the pile against gravity, and the whole thing comes tumbling down. Small random things trigger catastrophes in systems that are on the edge of collapse. Like World War I. The driver just made a wrong turn and happened to drive right in from of a Black Hand member, who shot the passengers. It seems almost divine but I think there is an actual physical reason for these things.
Anyway, it's a great book. What would you do tomorrow if you could do anything you wanted to?