Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Apple Meets Pumpkin

Filed under: General — m759 @ 6:23 PM

From The Guardian 

On All Hallows' Eve


The reported last words of
Apple founder Steve Jobs were
"Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow."

In the spirit of these words, a
Google search from today—


See also…

  1. Lemniscate in this journal as well as
  2. Stone Junction  and
  3. Infinite Jest .

Wednesday, October 19, 2016


Filed under: General — m759 @ 12:00 PM

A search for "Crosswicks Curse" in this journal leads (indirectly) to

Friday, November 1, 2013

Orange and Black at the White House

Filed under: General — m759 @ 3:28 AM

See Josh Lederman's AP story on this year's
colorful White House Halloween decorations.
Orange and black are also the Princeton colors.
See as well The Crosswicks Curse.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

To the Limit

Filed under: General — m759 @ 7:04 PM

"Put me on a highway, show me a sign…" — Eagles

David Foster Wallace, 'Everything and More: A Compact History of Infinity'

"It is tempting to blame any confusion here
on Wallace's famously complex style of presentation."

— Darren Abrecht: "When You Get to the End, Keep Going,"
a review of David Foster Wallace's nonfiction book
Everything and More: A Compact History of Infinity

See also today's previous post Apple Meets Pumpkin.

Happy Birthday, Lisa Bonet.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

School Days

Filed under: General — m759 @ 6:29 AM



Peter learned to read and spell,
And then he loved her very well.



Monday, October 23, 2006

Monday October 23, 2006

Filed under: General — m759 @ 12:00 AM
… Christopher Lloyd’s DeLorean
turns into a pumpkin, and

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Penn & Teller turn into rats


Monday, October 18, 2004

Monday October 18, 2004

Filed under: General — m759 @ 3:33 PM

Counting Crows
on the Feast of St. Luke

"In the fullness of time,
educated people will believe
there is no soul
independent of the body,
and hence no life after death."

Francis Crick, who was awarded
a Nobel Prize on this date in 1962

"She went to the men on the ground and looked at them and then she found Inman apart from them. She sat and held him in her lap. He tried to talk, but she hushed him. He drifted in and out and dreamed a bright dream of a home. It had a coldwater spring rising out of a rock, black dirt fields, old trees. In his dream, the year seemed to be happening all at one time, all the seasons blending together.  Apple trees hanging heavy with fruit but yet unaccountably blossoming, ice rimming the spring, okra plants blooming yellow and maroon, maple leaves red as October, corn crops tasseling, a stuffed chair pulled up to the glowing parlor hearth, pumpkins shining in the fields, laurels blooming on the hillsides, ditch banks full of orange jewelweed, white blossoms on dogwood, purple on redbud.  Everything coming around at once.  And there were white oaks, and a great number of crows, or at least the spirits of crows, dancing and singing in the upper limbs.  There was something he wanted to say."

— Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain


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