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unlock the key to my brane! string theory is wacky. i just watched a nova program about it and i am more than confused, but in all it made me wish i was as smart as amanda peet, who looks like a man. also some greek woman who was very excited about the competition between fermilab and cern to discover 'sparticles' - "we are fighting like bad dogs!". if i had done things differently, maybe i would be a mathematician, or a physicist, and speak of things that i will probably never see. i should call my cousin libby, she works at MIT - she used to run a huge electron microscope and when i visited she would take photos of the molecules of the inside of my watch or hair and give me a polaroid. i don't think i have them anymore, the photos. if i had done things differently, i would not feel funny about doing new things, about signing up for classes and asking my parents for money. i want to learn portugese, take a real drawing class, build a fucking portfolio. how does that kind of thing work when you work two jobs and have barely enought money in your bank account for rent? i think it is time, what with the winter here and all, to make our own changes. a call to everyone! (both of you) drink a different type of soda, build a house out of pens, tell someone on the bus that you believe in string theory, and that we exist on a membrane, a slice of bread cut from a loaf of hundreds of other bread slice dimensions. then see how quickly they switch seats. |
