The entropy of things.
The entropy of things can be as beautiful as the rest.
Sometimes things fall apart. They sort of unravel and you don't know HOW.
Email won't work. Calls don't get returned. You cut yourself shaving. You can't make the coffee correctly, etc.
I've gotten calls for all kinds of projects lately, and one by one they went thru the collander of fate. A collander with extra large holes.
Not sure why, but I think it has something to do with ebb and flow, the dusk before the dawn. It's pretty scary in point of fact, but what can you do?
Everybody has their things that they do to combat the uncertainty of life. I guess for me, I just write about it. I try to make some order out of the chaos, the empty cans, the half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, the void of time, the showers at 2pm, the stack of unpaid parking tickets that are all about to double themselves.
You look at these little symptoms of entropy and say, "Jesus, what the HELL do I do NOW?"
Then I think about the word: "entropy".
Where did I learn it?...oh yeah...I learned it in 10th grade chemistry. Not quite sure what it means, but I think it means "the natural tendency of a system towards disorder and chaos"
Then I think about the people that sat next to me in Chemistry class.
Emily Felt.
She moved to Japan, I heard. Not sure what she's doing there, but she's been there for years. She was always prim and proper in that class with her attentive eyes and folded hands. When her hands weren't folded they were taking the most beautiful printed notes you have ever seen. The letters and equations in her notebook were so beautiful that were almost like art.
Then there was this other quiet guy named Ben. He ended up writing a book many years later, and posting chapters of the book, piecemeal, on the internet to try to help sell it. Apparently the book is pretty good. I think it sold.
Then there was Adam. He sold me a beautiful Cannondale racing bike in my senior year, and he played a mean piano, but I'm not sure what he's doing these days.
Chemistry was one of the few subjects I just couldn't understand. Except for the part about balancing equations. I was pretty good at that. I believe it was called Stoichiometry (sp?). And I remember that a mole is 6.02 x 10 to the 23rd. A strange and useless fact to take away from 8 weeks of supposed learning.
Everything is in chaos, a continuing process of entropy.
But order will be found again.
One can only hope and do and try to take their showers a little earlier in the day.
Sometimes things fall apart. They sort of unravel and you don't know HOW.
Email won't work. Calls don't get returned. You cut yourself shaving. You can't make the coffee correctly, etc.
I've gotten calls for all kinds of projects lately, and one by one they went thru the collander of fate. A collander with extra large holes.
Not sure why, but I think it has something to do with ebb and flow, the dusk before the dawn. It's pretty scary in point of fact, but what can you do?
Everybody has their things that they do to combat the uncertainty of life. I guess for me, I just write about it. I try to make some order out of the chaos, the empty cans, the half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, the void of time, the showers at 2pm, the stack of unpaid parking tickets that are all about to double themselves.
You look at these little symptoms of entropy and say, "Jesus, what the HELL do I do NOW?"
Then I think about the word: "entropy".
Where did I learn it?...oh yeah...I learned it in 10th grade chemistry. Not quite sure what it means, but I think it means "the natural tendency of a system towards disorder and chaos"
Then I think about the people that sat next to me in Chemistry class.
Emily Felt.
She moved to Japan, I heard. Not sure what she's doing there, but she's been there for years. She was always prim and proper in that class with her attentive eyes and folded hands. When her hands weren't folded they were taking the most beautiful printed notes you have ever seen. The letters and equations in her notebook were so beautiful that were almost like art.
Then there was this other quiet guy named Ben. He ended up writing a book many years later, and posting chapters of the book, piecemeal, on the internet to try to help sell it. Apparently the book is pretty good. I think it sold.
Then there was Adam. He sold me a beautiful Cannondale racing bike in my senior year, and he played a mean piano, but I'm not sure what he's doing these days.
Chemistry was one of the few subjects I just couldn't understand. Except for the part about balancing equations. I was pretty good at that. I believe it was called Stoichiometry (sp?). And I remember that a mole is 6.02 x 10 to the 23rd. A strange and useless fact to take away from 8 weeks of supposed learning.
Everything is in chaos, a continuing process of entropy.
But order will be found again.
One can only hope and do and try to take their showers a little earlier in the day.