Currently, they still oscillate between Nobel Prize and two Advils.
Seriously: who goes out until morning on a Monday night? More to the point: who goes to work the day after, on a national holiday?
A sucker, that’s who.
Albert Hofman, discoverer of the lysergic acid diethylamide compound (better known under its initials) and advocate of a mature, non-repressive approach to psychedelic drug experimentation, died this week at the age of 102.
Yet another tragic example of a young life cut short by the evils of drugs.
Oh yea, and I’m also totally craving ochazuke for some reason.
“By eschewing obfuscatory verbosity of locutional rendering, the circumscriptional appelations are excised.” [sic, emphasis mine]
Because I just don’t use this blog enough for my own self-serving interests (please ignore all 1,182 past entries full of pointless navel-gazing, when considering this statement), I thought I’d post a short blurb here regarding my quest for some living quarters in Tokyo for the Summer:
I am looking for rooming options (sublet/flat-sharing/nice-blue-tarp-in-Yoyogi…) in Tokyo, involving some amount of pre-furnishing (the more the better), starting roughly now and until mid-September.
Location-wise: anything within reasonable distance of a subway/train station is eligible for consideration. Bonus points for biking distance (less than 30 mins.) to Shinjuku/Shibuya or other West-Tokyo hubs, Extra Bonus points for quick access to my work in Jimbocho (no more than one change is a must, but that’s pretty much 80% of all Tokyo stations).
Situation-wise: as long as your homicidal schizophrenia is medicated and your pet hyena on a leash, we can negotiate on the rest. I guess a bit of common sense and mutual respect (if it’s a flat-sharing arrangement) would probably help too. As for me: I am fairly easy-going, social but way past my teenage party-animal days, gainfully employed during the day and possibly less annoying in person than this page may lead one to think.
Also: I don’t smoke, bathe daily and can probably relinquish my meat-eater’s morning bacon addiction for the perfect place. Furthermore, my mastering of weather-conversational Japanese and world-renowned trash-sorting abilities should make me a hit with all your nosy obachan neighbours/landlord.
Money-wise: I can afford market-rate on any of the aforementioned options, but since it is money coming from my own pocket, I’d just as well not go for those laughably overpriced expat dwellings. 120k seems a fair upper-bound given my search criteria (that’s an upper-bound, and definitely not what I’ll be paying for a 2-tatami flatmate option in Saitama).
Best way to contact me is by email, to zedrdave[at]gmail.com. Feel free to pass this on to your friends.
If this is not “The Market’s” way of saying “Fuck yea we think this is a recession!”, then I don’t know what is.
… four of them at once join a Facebook group entitled:
“This is not a group because its members do not have an inverse“
In a word?
Experiments.
Allow me to illustrate:
Situation 1. Computer science paper:
“Mmn. These graph mapping simulations are really taking a while to complete, maybe I should get a new laptop.”
Situation 2. Cognitive science paper:
“Yes, hello, I’d like to order a dozen rhesus monkeys with proper wiring and electrode setup. Do you deliver?”
If rum and eggnog do not work fast enough to reach that coveted state of christmas-enjoying numbness, try chewing on fresh pine needles.
If all else fails, hit your head repeatedly on a corner of the fireplace on that spot right between the eyes until vision starts to blur.
Don’t thank me.
Nordine, commenting by IM on Mr. Sarkozy’s new glossy romance:
See, there is hope for you: this just goes to show that one can be short, arrogant and, yet, go out with a top-model.
Chopin makes for an uncannily perfect, if not overly original, soundtrack to a quiet evening of sub-freezing outdoor temperatures.
How can xkcd always be so spot-on?
It’s irritating.
So I was wondering:
Is a sudden resurgent bout of infatuation for the lyrics of Syd Barrett and Roger Waters at an adult age, an early warning sign of dementia?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go play that Ummagumma album backwards again…
When your name sounds anything like “Vladimir Vapnik” or “Alexey Chervonenkis“, you just should not be allowed a career in mathematics by the cliché police.
No offense meant to our Russian mathematician friends.
Friday night, following a lengthy explanation of the English word “vicarious”…
Aya-chan: Uhn. I see. Then I think maybe I am bi-carious…
Or maybe just “confused”?