ugh. i am ill. at first, i thought it was the flu, but, thankfully, it appears to instead be just a really nasty cold. i was planning on going to Lenny's tonight with the SG ATLiens, and i'll be damned if i miss it. i'll just keep myself well hydrated and medicated and rest up until the evening falls.
because of it, today i missed both a visit with my grandmother and my eyebrow waxing appointment. however, i did get to lie in bed and watch highlander (tv show, not movie. it was on SPIKE TV.)
the sickness seems to have invaded my brain and given me vivid and bizarre dreams for the past couple of nights. last night, i was bonnie parker fleeing the law with clyde barrow (a mock-up of the film's warren beatty and any number of recent crushes). we made it into the wilderness, where we lived for the rest of our lives. it was easily the sexiest dream i have had in months. wonderful.
back to bed!
edited to add: it may be the flu after all. my temperature is leaping, and my brain is going to seep out my pores in a few minutes if i'm gauging the pressure right. i need some hot hot man to come rub my temples, bring me orange juice, and read to me from my book on cyberanarchy (GEB is a bit too complex for my fevered state). takers?
edited to add even later: there is going to be a website-wide spelling bee. winner gets a date with me.
update no. 3: my new favorite not-quite-a-word is "busticate." as in, "my immune system is totally busticated right now" or "i will busticate your face if you keep dissing Neal Stephenson."
because of it, today i missed both a visit with my grandmother and my eyebrow waxing appointment. however, i did get to lie in bed and watch highlander (tv show, not movie. it was on SPIKE TV.)
the sickness seems to have invaded my brain and given me vivid and bizarre dreams for the past couple of nights. last night, i was bonnie parker fleeing the law with clyde barrow (a mock-up of the film's warren beatty and any number of recent crushes). we made it into the wilderness, where we lived for the rest of our lives. it was easily the sexiest dream i have had in months. wonderful.
back to bed!
edited to add: it may be the flu after all. my temperature is leaping, and my brain is going to seep out my pores in a few minutes if i'm gauging the pressure right. i need some hot hot man to come rub my temples, bring me orange juice, and read to me from my book on cyberanarchy (GEB is a bit too complex for my fevered state). takers?
edited to add even later: there is going to be a website-wide spelling bee. winner gets a date with me.
update no. 3: my new favorite not-quite-a-word is "busticate." as in, "my immune system is totally busticated right now" or "i will busticate your face if you keep dissing Neal Stephenson."
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(plan: to offend you so that your body temperature will raise high enough to busticate that flu, and then you will finally arise from your house to come busticate me. then, myself having been thoroughly busticated, we can go to waffle house. and mississippi!)
If you're finding GEB tough, you might want to look at something such as an academic paper or an overview for math majors which goes into the incompleteness proof in more detail - I find Hofstader's explanation more complicated than it should be, the way a dumbed down discussion on general/special relativity on PBS is often more difficult to understand than a textbook which cuts straight to the chase. Otherwise, try listening to "A Musical Offering" while reading, it may help.
Get better.