There once was a man from Nantucket
Babby took a poopy in his handy
and threw at it his Nanny

We drove for just under 50 miles through some farms and hills and I’m really not yet sure where we were but it was wonderful and I love exploring with her. In my life I don’t think I’ve been near a person who favors adventure over comfort like I do, who would prefer to go down the unpaved road and would refuse a search from a cop. We saw an owl and a lot of field mice and some toads on the roads we drove through, which included one leading through a vineyard. I don’t know if any of it was trespassing as we didn’t go through any gates or past any signs.
This is what I want to do with her. I want to explore areas we live in to the maximum with her, by bike and car and foot.
We recorded some of the conversation. I’d like to record many of our conversations. It’s better, I think (we think), to have a surplus of memories than a lack.
We tracked some of it GPS-like. It’s interesting to have an overlay of everywhere we’ve been and to see how much of the area in which we live covered.
Starting the day now.

A table set with two plates, two cups, one large plate stacked with crêpes. Some sugar, lemons, shredded white cheddar, marmalade, and sour cherries join the pairs. Two lovers enjoy watching each other eat and discuss what they will do after their morning meal (had at six in the afternoon). To walk to the nearby store they decide, in order to purchase that which they need in order to prepare the next meal. She will dance around the kitchen while he creates for her conversation. Afterwards they’ll watch a Russian tragicomedy; fall asleep in love and wake up even moreso.

So long have I been awake without sleep that my brain has given me a buzzing in my ears: a sign that its function is at despair. I think I’ll go and play with my acquaintances, the rabbits, outside. Perhaps like them I’ll jump under a speeding car. It’s their sport. I open the balcony doors and enter the realm external to my house. It’s a cold night, and small clumps of water molecules are so abundant in the air that one could swipe his hand around seemingly empty space and gather enough liquid on it to need to wipe it on his newly bought pants. My acquaintances, the rabbits, have been waiting for me the entire duration of the night. I turn around to find myself in my house again; for some reason this surprises me but I have no time to dwell on such thoughts as I am eager to join my acquaintanced rabbits. I blindly walk down some stairs into the darkness and nearly fall. Actually I do fall but the purpose of steps is to make each fall very small. I am now in the darkness and need to find the main doors to my house. I turn right and walk into a wall. That strikes me as very peculiar as I know with high certainty that there is no wall to the right of the stairs. I then realize that I have been forgetting which direction is which I turn on my own axis and head to the main doors of my mansion. I open them to a dark, cold night but am astounded to find that I have exited not my shelter but Allegro, a restaurant in Prague, and that I too am in Prague. I look behind me to find a waiter who tells me some gibberish in English. At this point I feel stupid because I myself speak English. “What?” “You, vould you like to step into ze reztaurant, or ze street? You hav been ztanding here for almozt 10 minutez and blocking ze doorvay. I hav been very kind to let you ztand in ze doorvay for zuch a long amount of time!” I do not feel the need to respond and head into the main plaza of Prague. It is beautiful and hectic and smells like shrimp boiled in cheese. Just when I think about living in Prague permanently I come to myself lying on the floor by the stairway. I’ve fallen down the stairs after all. “To hell with the rabbit acquaintances,” say I to myself, and pass out right there on the floor by the stairway.

A professor carelessly slams the Pencil on a table and turns to the board; he begins to talk and pulverize chalk onto the cold slab of carbon. A bored student watches the Pencil as he makes his rolling pilgrimage to the edge of the table.
“Judging by the force of friction and the velocity at which I commenced rolling, I shall go over the edge.”
The Pencil models his journey again.
“Yes, I will surely go over. Survival is impossible.”
The Pencil continues his motion.
“What is impossibility? It means that the event at hand cannot happen in this reality.
What is reality? Reality is this material world which I can perceive.”
The Pencil spins as his thoughts do.
“Perception is my ability to sense and interpret information.
Information is the collection of the data which I have access to; most of it is true.
A truth is what is consistent with the rules of a system.
How do I define a rule? I define it as an algorithm that links events to consequences.
What is an event? It is an occurrence that transpires through an interval of time.
An occurrence changes its environment.
What is change? Change is the mutilation of the world over time. If I could sense time, nothing would ever change; the table I am rolling on always would be everything it had been and was and would have been.
What am I? I am an entity in this world.
What does “is” mean? It means that the referred noun holds the qualities on the other side of the “is”.
What is “what”? It is a question which interrogates the base nature of the concept at hand.
A question is an inquiry into some property of an object or concept.
Properties of unreal objects never change because unreal objects cannot exist in time.
Time is the only concept I cannot understand.
What is understanding? Understanding is the ability to disassemble and rebuild a concept or object.
Assembly is the arrangement of particles into a desired shape.
Shape is the description of an object in varying dimensions.
A dimension is a container for an object; multiple dimensions can hold the same object.
What is an object? An object is any entity within any world.
Are there worlds other than this one? Yes; the symbols I use to describe my motion do not belong to this world, everything is linked to a world, so the symbols exist in another world; therefore other worlds exist.”
The Pencil never seems to reach the edge of the table, for the speed of his perception is proportional to the time he has left to perceive;
his thoughts continue forever.

I’ve been thinking recently about paying attention to lyrics in songs. Usually am not fast enough to pick up on lyrics so I have no idea what the song is about and just enjoy the nice melodies. There are a few songs that I’ve listened to so many times that I know the lyrics, such as Hey Ya! (lol) and Bohemian Rhapsody. I liked those songs when I was, uh, 16. I don’t like Queen anymore and I have no idea why I one week decided to listen to Mat Weddle’s cover of that thing over and over and over.

This album is mostly spoken word so it wasn’t hard to catch on to the lyrics. I looked up the lyrics to one song, Spock Thoughts, to get this out:

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Pretty good. I’m not sure what it means completely. I like the be yourself and do not feign affection and do not be cynical about love parts but I don’t know about aridity or disenchantment in love. I sure don’t feel any in mine.

I am cleaning my room in order to get ready to go home. I have a lot of books. I have a lot of clothes. I have a bike and skis and I’m not sure how that will fit into my dad’s cute little Acura RSX. I need to burn some CDs for us to listen on the way to California; I bet he would like Shatner and Nimoy. My classical music listening is focused on pretty much just Tchakovsky. I didn’t even spell that right; it’s Tchaikovsky. I’m going to go pack some clothes now.

Good news. Now I can type normally. I won’t sound like an idiot in conversations anymore. How can someone take “Y love you” seriously? She can, but she is awesome.

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