Life Goes On

Know what's kind of neat? Physics.

Yes, I’ve had one of my trademark changes of heart (that was a Mr. Burns line, for the unwashed who haven’t memorized the Burns-buys-the-Simpsons’-greyhound-puppies-to-make-a-tuxedo-out-of-them episode). I was finishing my physics homework (several problems concerning velocity, acceleration, electricity, fog, jump rope, Elvis Costello, and love [love really is the strongest force known to man. Seriously, the equation for the position an object in love is like initial velocity X time + acceleration X time squared + love X time to the eighth power. Love just blows everything else away. Unless if time<1, because then love is basically meaningless.]) when I realized how interesting the problems were. I’d moved beyond the this-is-really-hard block and entered the this-is-kind-of-neat zone. These 3 or 4 little equations could tell me all sorts of things if I plugged in the right numbers in the right order. I actually did an extra problem just for fun.

This was one of those times when the elegance and clear-cut minimalism of pure science appealed to me. If the right numbers go in, the right numbers come out, and everything fits together, clean and simple. No ambiguity about meaning or theme, no individual opinions about symbolism or narrator reliability, no “most correct” answers. Normally I’m all about the literate discussion and the debating points and the multiple layers, and, you know, art in general. But sometimes I just want to pick my equations, plug in my numbers, write down my answer, and have it marked right or wrong. I guess that’s just the simple-minded conservative in me.

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Current high score:1754. Beat that, bitches.