...And that's all I got to say about that

Light and Darkness can coexist in space. it is when Mass gets in the way that they appear to fight for distinction from each other.

from the moment this little girl came into the world, I’ve felt the need to protect her. i think it’s kind of crazy.

in answer

And she reached out across the table in answer. It was a quick movement, lasting only long enough for a bead of condensation to slip down the length of his glass. This is where he had been looking. Where his eyes had ritualistically fallen after he finished speaking. Finished his patient, deliberate profession of limerence turned to love. Each word carefully selected, each string of words clearly rehearsed, each look away from that slowly swelling bead sitting on the lip of his glass to catch a strongly desired glance at her face clearly unexpected, unplanned but always followed by a smile brave enough to  break the usual stoicism of his face. His hands alone portrayed the unsteady, nervous person beneath yearning to again be filled with the indescribably complex and confusing feeling that welled outward from somewhere deep within him at every chance meeting of their eyes. The fingers danced over each other in an imprecise, ungraceful rhythm lingering just above the dark polished wooden surface of the table, playing out the internal juggle of recalling rehearsed sentences, lingering on and then pushing away the image of her face from the last brave look, managing the speed and timbre of his voice. But, she didn’t watch his fingers. She watched his face. Every betrayal of the nervous person beneath fed the

Whoa!

So I’ve been taking a Gender Studies course here at USC that covers men and Masculinity. I had my reasons. I felt as if the world was changing and Men would need to become New Men. I’m not sure what these New Men will look or speak like, maybe they will be of a manner we can’t comprehend yet. But I was sure these men of the future would be progressive in terms of gender equality. And I realized that I would have a son and I would need to shape him to be that. How do we Men make more Men when we’re captured in this emotional cage we have to carry at all times to prevent weakness even (and especially) amongst  each other? I wanted to learn from this respected professor on the thing he had dedicated his life to.

And its only been fun since.

For example, the other day I picked up a copy of a classmate’s book on feminism for men. She let me read it. What was funny was that I was here in my first Gender Studies class surrounded by female students wearing my Fraternity letters and reading a book on feminism for men, and after reading two pages I literally put the book down slowly and sighed “Whoa!”

Well, all of them laughed.

Ghost Town

Mid afternoon in a $3 theater. The low-prestige, high dysfuntion kind of theater that runs movies with defects on their strip just a few weeks after more popular theaters stop playing them. You can purchase your square inch receipt serving as your ticket at the same time you order a $1 hot dog and whatever box of candy meets your own particular tastes.

The theater at this time is a unique place attracting an odd mix of people. There’s the couples with nothing to do to gether but this; retirees and people relegating themselves to “good enough.” There’s the stoners in the front rows chattering away. There’s people like me who prefer to live in this world where everyone can share a space without breaking with their own little world. Dozens of strangers out alone, side by side in a room without a need for exchange or recognition, only quiet respect of that unmentioned, invisble wall between individuals. Sometimes I see a ghost world where we all try to find some way to pass the time until something more important we’re doing later. MIlling around, eating snacks, wathcing movies about anything since secuirty isn’t on the payroll.

and that is probabbly a good look into the world of the loners

Lecture

I imagined my son asking me whether or not shrinking was theoretically possible. I assumed he meant shrinking where the subject remained adequately functional while ignoring why my five year old would need such a heavy answer as the one I was planning.

So here it is.

Theoretically there is a way I suppose.

We would need to create transdimensional coexistence. As this may cause instability in metaphysical constraints, it would be temporary and most likely used rarely.

Just create a dimension filled the subject and with our dimensional specifications only at a fraction of the size.

On the other hand, you could use the option that could theoretically have unlimited uses as it would keep you in one sole dimension. Simply find a way to condense a subject down voluminously with similarity in molecular consistency and orientation. The technology would be endlessly complex and due to the constraints of physics, shrinking in this way would make our bodies shrunk to the point we could travel in our lawn as if it were a rainforest would mean a single breath might rip our lungs in half if the moisture content falls below a sixth of its usual limit. It would be hard to stay alive in this way.

So we don’t do either really. Either technology would be costly and ultimately rarely used except to kill a few or kill all existence.

Day 16

Today we submitted to doing nothing again. An entire day spent in leisure with minimal effort to do schoolwork. I did go to my class and tried to groom my tree again. It’ll need water tonight. It needs to green up too for this last stretch.