Senses
So it's Saturday night and I've made a date with ice cream and the ever-fascinating Michael Sipser of MIT. Or at least his book on Introduction to the Theory of Computation.
I arrive at and discover they're out of hot fudge, negating the brownie à la mode idea, which was 50% of my reason for actually getting out of the apartment this evening. Such is life. I settle for coffee and a chocolate milkshake, and then decide on "ranch fries", which turn out to be distinctly skimpy on the promised cheddar cheese and bacon. But I survive.
So I've plowed through the chapter on decidability, and have moved on to reductions. I'm staring at an indecipherable proof on the undecidability of regular languages and listening to "Another Brick in the Wall" on the jukebox. Now I'm often pretty oblivious to my surroundings, but maybe it's the music, or the atmosphere, or even the caffeine/sugar (which don't seem to have made me bouncy, but contemplative) but I'm really noticing things. The taste of my coffee, the feel of my pen on my wrist (don't ask why I'm drawing on myself), and...this really stunning woman who comes in with a couple friends. And for some reason, it just seems like I'm feeling things tonight. I'm very glad I got out to physically be around human beings--even if I don't feel like I have many friends here to hang out with, getting out of this apartment and around any other people was good for me.
But now I feel like heading home. I seem to have picked a wise time for it--the bars are starting to fill up, and I'd rather be on the streets when tipsy college students are not. I come home still in this noticing mood. My shirt still manages to reek of smoke even if I was in the nominal non-smoking section. The current half-full bottle of lotion I'm trying to get rid of before moving is almost odorless, but reminds me of when I first bought it, the first summer I was living on my own, and was screwed up in ways I only realize in retrospect. So I felt like writing in here, even if I didn't have anything profound to say, just trying (and not really succeeding) to capture my mood tonight. I'm still madly in love with someone 800 miles away, and impatient to graduate and get the hell out of this state, but for the moment, I've found a bit of peace with the world.
I arrive at and discover they're out of hot fudge, negating the brownie à la mode idea, which was 50% of my reason for actually getting out of the apartment this evening. Such is life. I settle for coffee and a chocolate milkshake, and then decide on "ranch fries", which turn out to be distinctly skimpy on the promised cheddar cheese and bacon. But I survive.
So I've plowed through the chapter on decidability, and have moved on to reductions. I'm staring at an indecipherable proof on the undecidability of regular languages and listening to "Another Brick in the Wall" on the jukebox. Now I'm often pretty oblivious to my surroundings, but maybe it's the music, or the atmosphere, or even the caffeine/sugar (which don't seem to have made me bouncy, but contemplative) but I'm really noticing things. The taste of my coffee, the feel of my pen on my wrist (don't ask why I'm drawing on myself), and...this really stunning woman who comes in with a couple friends. And for some reason, it just seems like I'm feeling things tonight. I'm very glad I got out to physically be around human beings--even if I don't feel like I have many friends here to hang out with, getting out of this apartment and around any other people was good for me.
But now I feel like heading home. I seem to have picked a wise time for it--the bars are starting to fill up, and I'd rather be on the streets when tipsy college students are not. I come home still in this noticing mood. My shirt still manages to reek of smoke even if I was in the nominal non-smoking section. The current half-full bottle of lotion I'm trying to get rid of before moving is almost odorless, but reminds me of when I first bought it, the first summer I was living on my own, and was screwed up in ways I only realize in retrospect. So I felt like writing in here, even if I didn't have anything profound to say, just trying (and not really succeeding) to capture my mood tonight. I'm still madly in love with someone 800 miles away, and impatient to graduate and get the hell out of this state, but for the moment, I've found a bit of peace with the world.