Conversations with DJ: Ass Wendesday Installment

Me (7:31:49 PM): happy ash wednesday

d J (7:31:55 PM): thanks

Me (7:32:25 PM): what is it about? do you know?

d J (7:32:37 PM): it's like

d J (7:32:44 PM): catholics go to their cathogogue

d J (7:33:00 PM): and a child molester smears burnt toast on their forehead

d J (7:33:19 PM): which protects them from evil wizards and walrus ninjas

Me (7:33:40 PM): how did the tradition originate?

d J (7:34:08 PM): then they walk around all day with the burnt on their foreheads, so that all the wizards and walrus ninjas can see that they are not to be reckoned with, all "what now bitch? yeah that's what I thought"

d J (7:34:14 PM): interesting you should ask that, S

d J (7:34:39 PM): it originated in 1972, the year that Rock attained perfection

d J (7:34:53 PM): it was a crazy time, with vietnam war protests

d J (7:35:03 PM): everyone was doing acid and pcp

d J (7:35:55 PM): one day the leader of the hippies, Bobby Jindal, was just standing around and he passed the fuck out, face first into a pile of burnt toast

d J (7:36:39 PM): when he stood up, every woman, and 90% of the men in attendance were inexplicably sexually attracted to his forehead

d J (7:36:46 PM): it was the biggest bukkake the world ever saw

d J (7:37:16 PM): Bobby Jindal's forehead was gangraped for nine solid months before his family reported him missing

d J (7:38:18 PM): when they found him, half dead in a kiddie pool up to his lower lip in smegma, his devoutly religious parents demanded to know what he had been up to

d J (7:38:44 PM): he said that he had been visited in a dream by Dr. Phil

d J (7:39:15 PM): who told him that every Wednesday after mardi gras was henceforth "Ass Wednesday," The Great Feast of Gettin' It On

d J (7:39:41 PM): and that he was hitherto St. Bobby, The Patron Saint of The Horontal Mambo

d J (7:39:58 PM): but Bobby was tripping on peyote at the time

d J (7:40:05 PM): and he pronounced "Ass" as "Ash"

d J (7:40:26 PM): and he had all that ash on his forehead and nobody believed that he had actually gotten laid anyway, so Occam's razor pointed to Ash Wednesday

d J (7:40:49 PM): then everybody went to Ruby Tuesday's and got shrimp Poppers. The End!

Me (7:40:58 PM): wowzers!
d J (7:41:44 PM): true story

Conversations with DJ, the third

Me (5:18:19 PM): should i drink a hard cider or a pale ale?

d J (5:18:43 PM): hmm

d J (5:18:48 PM): hows that ole sea shanty go?

d J (5:18:57 PM): cider before ale, barf in a pail

d J (5:19:05 PM): ale before cider, legs open wider

d J (5:19:11 PM): do you want to vomit or be date raped?

Me (5:19:18 PM): can i have both?

when i awoke i was struck with awe that there was a new day

I am moving on Thursday. I found a new apartment in a different neighborhood. I have lived in many different neighborhoods in this city. I have moved eight times, perhaps. It is not easy or cheap, and doing it by yourself is miserable. Fortunately, I have had help, and though I've lived in shitty places, I've lived in very unique and diverse places. There is no end to where anyone may end up in this city, let alone the world.

The word "entropy" is derived from the Greek εντροπία "a turning toward" (εν- "in" + τροπή "a turning"), and is symbolized by S in physics.?-wikipedia memorized this term in AP Chemistry my senior year of high school, and I have been fascinated by it ever since. It had a profound impact on my system of belief. Chemical theory was always very fascinating to me. I'm also really fascinated by cosmology. The mere fact that at any given moment, the whole universe is out there happening at the very same time. Add to that the possibility of other dimensions. Endlessness infinitude. O. I'm taking a course next semester on science and religion. It is being taught "in tandem" by two professors. David Morgan, Physics; Michael Pettinger, comparative literature and languages. I go to a pretty small private school in the middle of Greenwich Village. I'm getting a really interesting education but I don't really know if it will get me a "real" job. My education makes me not want a "real" job. I've given some thought to non-profit. That seems to be the default sector of the alumni from my school.

Do you ever challenge cars when you cross the street? Sometimes I do. I am a very aggressive pedestrian. Sometimes I do it very smoothly and skillfully, but some days I'm not 100 percent and I end up bumping into people, cutting them off, bumping into stuff, tripping, dropping stuff... generally klutzing it up. It's on those days I feel like my timing is off, like I'm moving at a different pace than the rest of the world and it makes it difficult for me to harmonize with my environment. However, there are some days when everything is so unified it's like the whole day was orchestrated to work in my favor. One day I was sitting in a cafe on University eating a late breakfast and reading a novel. I use a queen of spades I found somewhere as a bookmark. When the waiter brought me my food, he remarked that it is supposedly an unlucky card. My reply was, "I don't believe in bad luck." I really like the look of the card, and it makes a sturdy bookmark.

I'm pretty sure my family is convinced I am a total whack job. Or, maybe I'm convinced they're convinced because I'm convinced. I have definitely said things before that could be used against me in the event my loved ones tried to have me committed. However, the fact that they haven't yet is a good indication they never will. Unless I get more whacked out... which isn't impossible. (And you have yet another example of something that could be used to discredit my sanity when I'm committed.) I just like pointing out the different ways there are of interpreting one thing. I am particularly fond of turning ambiguous phrasing into inuendo. Especially by tagging on, "That's what she said." I have a very juvenile sense of humor.

I am currently reading "Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman by theoretical physicist Richard P. Feynman. It is about his adventures in life learning, teaching, working on the Manhattan Project, winning the Nobel Prize, and making lots of mischief. It's a very straightforward story, heartfelt, honest account of Feyman's adventures. I'm about 4/5 done, and I don't know anything about him besides what I've read, so I'm anticipating finishing it. I will let you know how it goes. I haven't decided what to read next but I have a lot of books and plenty of time to read before I go back to school. I don't really have much going on.

I have been having a really good time of life lately, having adventures of body, mind, and spirit. Not many adventures of heart, though; there just isn't time, yet. I'm in no hurry.