Spring!

I remember the times when I could go all night without sleep and just be a bit drowsy next evening. Well that is the case no more. My hands are trembling, people's voices echo, and the reality looks menacing. Yet it was worth it. I met Lola with her lovely sisters (one of whom I think I managed to piss off by proxy) on their way back to the glorious city of Minsk, learned about Czech men all looking like Jesus, chilled at a rock-pub, chilled at a British pub, got called 'big boy' by a bartender, smoked a lot, drank a lot, took an expensive cab, chilled at Schonefeld, chilled on S9 (goes directly to Pankow!), came home at 7, made a powerpoint presentation about cloning, ate a Paracetamol, ate breakfast, took a 2-hour nap (it's a nap, man), heard a lecture on Dante, amused Ionut with this story, amused people with my good mood, made a joke about gravity, got tired, hallucinated for an hour at a seminar on Dante, enjoyed the sun, got cold; good nite it was but I wish the day was already over.

One Flu Over the Cuckoo's Nest

I've just had one of the worst flu's in my life. It has also been the shortest. My body is amazingly resilient given what I'm putting it through.

Two days of not knowing whether it's too hot or too cold in the room, sleeping 14 hours a day and shivering under the blanket for the rest.

Also had the worst nightmare. I had the most painful intellectual experience reading a book by some feminist writer. Sentences made sense separately but they didn't as a whole. There were no punchlines and even semi-conclusions. But what was even worse is that the book made sense chronologically and so all those sentences were somehow connected and couldn't just be reshuffled. And when they didn't make sense they still deed via leaping through several unobserved dimensions as per string theory (at a certain point I saw it visualized and it was painfully incomprehensible - loops of loops of grayish intertwined bands - in fact, it looked like this, where my imagination, i'm assuming, stole it from). The longest nightmare I've ever had: not scary enough to wake you up, exhausting enough to make you want to sleep more.

I'm doing better now and it's a sort of happy ending. It also turned out there's at least one person in here who genuinely (inasmuch as it can be said about humans at all) cares about me which is of course always heartening.

The Scientific Method

Now it just dawned on me. Sure, I've been (am and probably will be) criticizing science quite vehemently but here's a story. My cousin is two years older than I am and when we were kids he was a big authority for me. I remember we had this argument (which was already a big thing) about the spelling of "Manhattan." He added an extra letter in there and was standing his ground. A few hours later I found a pack of coffee incidentally called "Manhattan" and showed it to him. I won. Quite a formative experience now that I think of it.