quantum mechanics

joseph and i watched a show on the history channel a few days ago about lightspeed. there were some interesting topics that were discussed within the topic of lightspeed including spacetime which brought up a lot of questions in my mind. when i have time at work i've been trying to read up on spacetime to have a better understanding of our universe and the way it works. having loved book the time machine in high school i was able to understand some of what i read. i'm trying really hard to understand this more but without having much knowledge about general relativity it's more difficult than i thought. it's also really interesting to me how much theory is involved and how little of it is proven fact.

so this is the new year

i wish the world was flat like the old days
then i could travel just by folding a map
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
there'd be no distance that can hold us back
-death cab

artsy film

the other night joseph and i were playing with a cheap video camera i won from work last year. we decided to make artistic short films.

this one is his...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQt5ZFkcVJc

curry

one of the only things i do not like the smell or taste of is curry. and it's not like i just don't like it... i pretty much disdain it. someone sitting near me in our office is eating a curry dish right now and i'm trying really hard to not let it ruin my day. the smell is so freaking pungent... it's actually giving me a headache.

a poem

for the last couple days i've had a few words stuck in my head... it started off with just the words dregs and wormwood and i knew it was from a poem. i began to remember a few more words here and there like fount, perpetual, spring. so i put the words i could remember into google and viola! there it was! it's called childe harold's pilgrimage by george byron. it was a portion of this poem that dorothy and i memorized while eating cocoa popcorn in arkansas four years ago. i love remembering moments like this. everything about that night became so vivid after reading that poem. the way the room looked, the slight chill in the air, hawthorne curled up in my lap and the comforting scent of the house. it's moments like that one that make me realize there's a part of me that never left arkansas although so much has changed in the past four years. if i could i'd fly out this weekend. anyway, here's the portion of the poem:

His had been quaffed too quickly, and he found
The dregs were wormwood; but he filled again,
And from a purer fount, on holier ground,
And deemed its spring perpetual; but in vain!
Still round him clung invisibly a chain
Which galled for ever, fettering though unseen,
And heavy though it clanked not; worn with pain,
Which pined although it spoke not, and grew keen,
Entering with every step he took through many a scene.

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in other news, i'm thinking of turning this blog into a photo journal. now that i have a laptop (yay!) i'll have a way to organize and photoshop (yay!) my pictures the way i used to. might be fun. but if it does happen it'll probably be another week or so because i have a few business cards and postcards to finish.