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Published in: on March 26, 2012 at 9:00 am  Leave a Comment  

Flipping back and forth

I finished the latest Mirakami novel this afternoon. (Two thumbs up.). Now, I’m reading In Search of Lost Time and For Whom the Bell Tolls, flipping back and forth between them. And I want to tell you it is a strange experience–like reading and writing on this iPhone right now.

Maybe I’m doing it because I’m bored, and a little melancholy too. It don’t matter.

Published in: on November 3, 2011 at 9:44 pm  Leave a Comment  

AM

Close to 1:30 in the AM.  All the lights are off in the buildings around me.  I’m ready to start reading again.  Who knows what hour in the AM I will cease reading?

Insomnia.

Published in: on November 2, 2011 at 1:32 am  Leave a Comment  

Oddly quiet

The city is oddly quiet this morning.  So oddly quiet it is ominous.  Maybe, reading Murakami makes it seem so.

Published in: on October 29, 2011 at 10:36 am  Leave a Comment  

Thick black clouds at sunset

Sunset arrived.  Then thick black clouds.  I sat in the dark reading Murakami on my iPhone.

Now that I think about it, the day was destined to end this way and night commence.

Published in: on October 27, 2011 at 5:49 pm  Leave a Comment  

So far?

Another overcast morning.  I feel as though I must put on the lights to read at 7:16 in the AM.  But that is not what I want to talk about.  What I really want to talk about is mathematics and my obsession with it this year.  (Yes, I am always obsessed with something as you well know by now.)

This is what began all the trouble around 300 BCE.

Euclid’s Fifth Postulate:

That, if a straight line falling on two straight lines make the interior angles on the same side less than two right angles, the two straight lines, if produced indefinitely, meet on that side on which are the angles less than the two right angles.

Thomas L. Heath translator

Twenty-two hundred years later, Gauss, Bolyai, and Lobachevsky had the audacity to negate the postulate and arrive at the conclusion that its consequences produced a geometry as consistent as Euclid’s although containing propositions strange and contrary to Euclid’s.  Several decades later, Betrami and Klein established that if hyperbolic geometry is inconsistent, then so is Euclidean geometry.  Today, hyperbolic geometry produces the richer and more useful geometry for mathematics.

The history of this, its impact on philosophy of mathematics, philosophy in general, the connections between mathematics, science, and art, and how mathematics is an art and creative activity is what I have been working on this year.

It is the best year of my life so far.

Published in: on July 29, 2011 at 8:36 am  Leave a Comment  

Desire or lack thereof

So fucking awesomely bored–maybe, that’s why I spend 10 to 12 hours each day writing a stupid geometry book. (And you’ve to get up early in the morning to do that.)

But I like it. At one point in my dismal life, it was a dream.

Healing

You know you are finally healing after the longest spell yet. You laugh, feel crazy, and poetry once again delights you.

Published in: on March 10, 2011 at 5:34 pm  Leave a Comment  

Merry Christmas

I made it to Iowa for Christmas.  The snow made the drive slower and more tedious than expected.

OK, time to celebrate.  I hope you and yours are having a wonderful holiday season.

Published in: on December 25, 2010 at 11:15 am  Comments (1)  

Swirl

OK, I’ll admit it. I’m coming out of a deep and profound two year plus depression. The kind that leaves you paralyzed most days, or even remorseful.

But I’m coming out of it now. Even the snow swirling about my window this morning looked kind of pretty.

My recurrent depressions are a two sided thing: me feeling it and me watching the whole mother fucking thing, detached, as if it didn’t have anything to do with me at all.

I’m pretty sure I’ll be contented for awhile, smug actually. Then the descent will come totally unbidden.

Published in: on December 2, 2010 at 2:35 am  Comments (2)  

Hijacked

OK, somebody in China hijacked my Google mailbox. My email box? How stupid can you get?

Published in: on November 27, 2010 at 6:07 pm  Leave a Comment  

Houston we have liftoff

The sun shining, the NY Times Sunday book reviews already read, Pandora “Six Days on the Road” radio blasting, intermittently playing hard chess and reading Shakespeare’s Philosophy : Houston, we have liftoff.


Published in: on July 17, 2010 at 9:02 am  Leave a Comment  

Insomnia part whatever

Woke at 1 AM.  Couldn’t get back to sleep so I played chess on the Internet the rest of the night.

I like this time of year.  The sky grows light before 5 AM.

A gentle thunderstorm rolls across the city as I write this.  Three more hours until the World Cup begins.

Published in: on June 11, 2010 at 5:15 am  Comments (1)  

Lost in Chicago

My head, this morning, tells me I celebrated my birthday hard yesterday.  But the good news is that I remembered to renew my drivers license and my picture didn’t turn out half bad for a geezer.

And I’m in first place in all my fantasy baseball leagues.  Hope I don’t jinx myself by saying that.

Now, back to jammin’ to a Bryan Adams CD.

Published in: on May 5, 2010 at 9:50 am  Leave a Comment  

Feel the clock tick

You are watching a world chess championship game.  You study the current position as the minutes tick off the clock.  You can’t explain this extravagant use of your time.  Other than to say, it’s a honey of a chess game–mesmerizing.

Published in: on April 28, 2010 at 8:39 am  Leave a Comment  

The sun shines on the materialist

Each morning in my place, I look out at the narrow space through the canyon of tall buildings carved by the street called Delaware Place.  In the morning, the sun during its transit above the lake shines briefly and directly down the street and into where I sit at this computer.  On clear warm mornings such as this, the light blinds me.  I never look behind me to see if the light casts my shadow on the wall.  Sometimes, it feels as though it does; on others, it feels as though I am transparent–no shadow at all.

I’ll never check.  Even hardened materialists need some illusions.

Published in: on April 13, 2010 at 11:07 pm  Leave a Comment  

New narrative

Woke very early.  Walked to the lake.  First light spread over the water.  The waves slapped the shore.

I began creating a new narrative.  I smiled.

Published in: on April 9, 2010 at 7:05 am  Leave a Comment  

Just another sighting

She appeared briefly Sunday night.  Said a quick hello.  Then quickly disappeared.  I wish it didn’t matter, but it effects me deeply whenever I see her.

I have ruined all my personae and their attendant narratives.  (Shit!)  Time heals everything through reconstruction.  Too bad it might take until after you are dead.

Published in: on April 7, 2010 at 2:27 pm  Leave a Comment  

Easter 2010

Not believing much in the resurrection of the dead, I read Aristotle’s Metaphysics instead of my Bible this bright warm spring morning.

And baseball starts tonight.

Published in: on April 4, 2010 at 8:33 am  Leave a Comment  

New Year’s resolution 2010

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions when the calendar new year arrives.  The prospect of a long dark chill winter in Chicago after a holiday that depresses me does not lead to positive thoughts conducive to the exercise.  However, when spring arrives and the daylight grows longer, I can look back at the previous year with some perspective and look forward to things that seem important to me.

I spent last year studying mathematics and not much else worthy of mentioning.  I learned some hyperbolic geometry and such.  I don’t regret spending an inordinate time doing it. I also finished writing the fourth draft of a novel, so my mornings were not wasted.  Yet writing is what I do in the morning by habit and deserves no honorable mention.

This year, I will stay at home more at night and read and study philosophy and the Western classics.

There you have it–my new year’s resolution.

Published in: on March 24, 2010 at 9:48 am  Leave a Comment  

A nice treaty

When we have sex, we both agree that is all we are having at the time.  We have yet to have a spat or falling out.

Peace on earth and goodwill to all.

Published in: on March 24, 2010 at 9:31 am  Leave a Comment  

Breakfast

During this winter, I started making bacon and eggs for breakfast.  They go well with coffee and cigarettes.  Now, I am habituated to them.  When I wake each morning I have an immediate gratification with which to look forward.  (The caffeine and nicotine are not gratification; they are a necessity.)

Let’s not talk about my waistline and cholesterol count.

Published in: on March 24, 2010 at 9:27 am  Leave a Comment  

Bacon, egg, cheese bagels, Tolstoy’s take on history and Isaiah Berlin’s take on it

You know you are growing old when when you make bacon, egg, cheese bagels or muffins every morning, wash it down with three cups of coffee, then on that fourth cup of coffee, lace it with one shot of Bailleys.

But that’s not really what I want to talk about.  What I really want to talk about is Tolstoy’s view of history and Isaiah Berlin’s take on it.

But that will have to wait for another time until I have thought it all through.

Published in: on March 14, 2010 at 8:05 pm  Leave a Comment  

Hush: part one

One of the most silent days of the whole year is the Monday after the Super Bowl.  Thank you, Chicago, for being quiet for a change.

Published in: on February 10, 2010 at 12:58 am  Leave a Comment  

Cycles

Sitting in the bar at five till midnight, studying Capablanca’s Chess Fundamentals with my pocket chess set sitting on the bar in front of me, I realize how little life changes, for that is exactly what I was doing 40 years ago in California when I was a Marine.

Published in: on January 16, 2010 at 2:22 am  Leave a Comment