November 16th, 2011

krazy koati

Just to prove that they really existed

Monday would be a normal working day for me, more or less. For bunny_hugger it would be one of travelling back to New York City, and to La Guardia airport, because the most affordable flight was one which took her, regrettably, to La Guardia airport. But I would be able to drive her in to work with me, pretty much, and take her to the transit center from which she could take New Jersey Transit into Penn Station.

So we drove in together, happy that we had this special weekend, even if it didn't have enough days, and that it would be only a couple weeks before we came together next, for Thanksgiving. We listened to the Kinks mix tape (well, mix CD) she made for me, and she sung along with many of the songs --- I sung along with fewer --- and while she worried that I'd be late for work, actually I remembered the way to get there which involves almost no red lights or weirdly contorted paths. We got to the train station, and hugged, and kissed, and regretted that it wasn't for a longer time.

I should mention that night I'd had a curious dream which she interpreted as a stress dream. It was in my class, with bunny_hugger also there. I was passing out some assignment, homework most likely, and as I wrapped up bunny_hugger took my notes and began lecturing. I started trying to say something, but couldn't think what would make the scene less awkward. There are topics within what I think of as mathematics which a philosopher could step into without any preparation, certainly, although my specific topic this term isn't among them, so ... well, surely it means something, but perhaps bunny_hugger has the best answer, that it's simply stress.

Trivia: In April 1974 Intel announced the new 8080 chip would be sold for $360. The price was set rather arbitrarily; the company had never sold individual chips. (Folklore says the price was set to remind buyers of the IBM System/360.) Source: A History Of Modern Computing, Paul E Ceruzzi.

Currently Reading: A Great Day In Cooperstown: The Improbable Birth Of Baseball's Hall Of Fame, Jim Reisler. The place doesn't actually seem all that improbable. It's a bit quirky, but it's not like it had to overcome absurdly long odds, even if it was just a pioneer in special-interest museums.