Week #12
march ends with particle collisions and an amsterdam folder on my desktop # Week twelve, March ending. There is now an Amsterdam folder on my desktop. This is not a...
There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
march ends with particle collisions and an amsterdam folder on my desktop # Week twelve, March ending. There is now an Amsterdam folder on my desktop. This is not a...
not actually a bang, obviously, but titles are allowed to be less rigorous than detectors # Bang. I know. No audible bang. No tiny cinematic explosion underneath Geneva. Let me...
lip gloss and particle accelerators remain compatible, thank you for your concern # Apparently I am a nerd. This has been alleged before. Evidence: I get excited about CERN, Pi...
monday again, but there is light after work now and this improves civilization considerably # Week eleven begins with evening light. That alone makes Monday less insulting. I left work...
plans are useful until reality develops its own schedule # Unexpected things today, none catastrophic. A plan changed. Somebody was late. Rain arrived. One place we intended to go was...
one day late because apparently daughters can remember particle beams and still fail at calendars # Father’s Day was yesterday and yes, I called Dad yesterday, but I am writing...
two beams, three point five trillion electronvolts each, and I am excited about something I cannot see # 3.5 TeV. CERN got two proton beams circulating at 3.5 TeV each...
apparently I am now researching water as if milan has personally failed to provide enough of it # Canals. Amsterdam again. I keep reading about the shape of the canal...
one afternoon of sun and milan collectively removes a layer of clothing too early # Sun today. Real enough that everybody behaved as if winter had been legally abolished. Jackets...
ten weeks already, which seems statistically rude # Week ten. Work, home, Amsterdam tabs still open, spring beginning to threaten winter, Yuri claiming we need to decide about holidays before...
3.1415926535 and then the universe refuses to finish the sentence # Pi Day again. Yes, I am still delighted by this. No, I have not matured beyond mathematical dates. Yuri...
people resist categories until somebody categorizes them incorrectly # Different types of people, relationships, friendships, cities, music, work, happiness. We categorize because language needs drawers. Then reality arrives and refuses...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.