12th on 8th

Yesterday was a listlessly quiet sort of bleak gray day, cold but not too cold. I was down on 8th ave for a doctor's appointment I ended up rescheduling. It was gray and cold and soft. I heard a little horn playing bright lines down the street, and it turned out there was a little procession for the Virgin of Guadalupe (her saint day, I suppose), a small white float with her big bright picture, a small man with a mustache and that horn and a big handful of other grown-ups and little kids, the little girls with colorful ribbons braided into their wreathes of well-brushed black hair, white dresses thick with embroidery, passing gently as a breeze down the avenue.


Nina Simone and Piano! is such a perfectly maudlin album. I think I like it better on a sunwashed spring day, though it's doing me perfectly well in the flourescent gloom of work today.

pedagogically perverse/the dark mirror of space

Paralleling septemberish's recent admission of her perverse pleasure in pulling an all-nighter: Dyou think there's something wrong with me that I started to salivate while reading through the course offerings at the schools I want to go to?

Also, I just wrote to Uma because I was idly researching the big bang theory and found this:
According to the standard theory, our universe sprang into existence as "singularity" around 13.7 billion years ago. What is a "singularity" and where does it come from? Well, to be honest, we don't know for sure.

It made me laugh because I once wrote a paper for her trying to figure out what the hell a singularity is (in Multitude, but still.)

Also, the big bang thing is funny because evidently the theory is that before this moment when this singularity sprang into existence, there was nothing. Then there was the universe. I know this is one of those things that baffles everybody and is ergo sort of trite, but...There was Nothingness (whatever that is) and then, this atom, that expanded outward, spinning the worlds into existence? Cosmology is crazy. Creation.