I just like exclamation points

From Zofloya:

"Oh! self-love!--dangerous and resistless flatterer!--thou immolatest at thy shrine more victims than all the artifices of man!"

Probably more to come as I go through the book. It's true, narcissism is pretty! exciting! stuff!

GO MATH!

So besides writing blah(g) posts about my life I like to read about people way times ( a real mathematical equation) cooler than me.
Introducing: Mathsputin aka Grigori Perelman!


So this dude solved the world's most complicated math problem the Poincaré Conjecture by himself. The problem is so hard that it actually took mathematicians several years to figure out that Mathsputin solved it correctly. Annnd he was been awarded 1 million dollars for winning but has refused it! He just wants to chill in Russia and pick mushrooms. Insane! Brilliant!
He's awesome
read more here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/24/grigori-perelman-reclusiv_n_511938.html

old dirt road, rambling rose

I'm finally back in Princeton. I wont come back again until summer vacation, but I'm looking forward to springtime in DC. Some notes I jotted down on the various trains and metros and T's I took to find my way home:

Girl in pixie haircut reapplied hand sanitizer for the 17th time so far. It makes me feel nervous, especially thinking about the state of her poor dry skin...

Old women sitting behind me with the weathered face has a frightening cough and an equally frightening sense of humor.

Religion: what does the shaping, men or gods? Investigate.

I wonder what Lily's hair will look like oh la Lilyyyy

It may be years until the day/My dreams will match up with my pay/Old dirt road/Knee deep snow/Watching the fire as we grow old

JABBERJABBERJABBERWOCKY

To read: The God of Small Things, Peace Like A River, A Farewell To Arms shit you will do no such thing before writing your paper!!!

Cold rain sucks. Being hungry sucks.

And of course, variations of my S-duck, my beloved S-duck. I will upload a photo later of my renowned S-duck.

Yes, I have the vocabulary of a five year old, and no, my musings do not provide powerful insight into my mind. Sorry.

postcard

Greetings!
I have returned from Horse Cave, Kentucky. I was there for spring break volunteering with the American Cave Conservation Association. Basically I learned a shit ton of stuff about the karst environment they've got going on down there and cleaned up a bunch of garbage from sinkholes. It was a million times more fun than it sounds and I'm glad I had the opportunity to go down there and meet amazing people. I'm feeling too lazy to go into detail about my trip...I have yet to recover from a 24 hour drive. So here are shitty camera phone pictures

Kentucky sunset, while driving to Nashville for the nightWe stopped in Philly on the way down to get the cheese steak

Cave entrance! Real cavers call is "caving" not "spelunking" My llama (and boyfriend) waiting for my returnA sign on THE BOOKSTORE (actual name) where we spent an hour browsing. I bought Rabbit Redux by John Updike and it is awesome btw.A sinkhole, in case you were wondering.A small portion of the shit we uncovered from a really small sinkhole. There were car parts, and in insane amount of barbed wire 

big ass sinkhole. It was so deep we had to winch up the massive items.

PS: I hope you noticed my new vocabulary words! Go Kentucky!

poor transitions

Mallory's off caving in Kentucky? Oklahoma? (One of those places...I'm a bad friend) but for real! CAVING! so cool...and I'm left recovering from being smacked up the head by my first economics midterm. 

Last night my little brother skyped me, telling me about his new netbook. When I told him that he was spoiled, and that I didn't have a computer at his age, he shot back with "well that's because computers weren't INVENTED at your age." Really now? This is coming much sooner than I thought...

Outside my window:
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade."
--Charles Dickens

I'm not a Dicken's fan, but I do wish that is how the weatherman would report the weather for me. I would know exactly how to dress.

luscious locks

Today, I think I shaved my boyfriends head. I say I think because I'm still surprised that it actually happened. Halfway through doing it, I was extremely tempted to take the electric razor thing to my own hair. I didn't tell him though.

still studying

Cool places I wish I were in instead of this hot, poorly lit common room:

Mexico Pavilion in Epcot, Disney World

 Tuscany

The world's largest cave

UNDERWATER SCULPTURE PARK! (only if I have underwater lungs!)

belated

One of my absolute favorite bands, Belle and Sebastian, has a wonderful Q&A section of their website. There are hundreds of questions written by fans and answered by the band members; I think I wrote one in sometime last year and received a nice response. Forgot what it was exactly. In any case, I was whiling away the cold and gray afternoon reading these, when I came upon a fitting tribute, in my mind, to Salinger...less wordy than Mallory's, but unlike Mallory's, not my own words...


From: Isaac
Q.What are we going to do now Salinger is dead?
A. Unlike him, keep breathing.
Stevie - 04/02/1


I know it's been a bit of time since his death but I still like how fitting this is.


PS: found my old comment! I must have been feeling angsty, fawning, and poetic May of 2008. It happens.

From: Danielle
Q.What do you believe in? I believe in you.
A. Thanks Danielle.  I believe in the power of a kind word.
Stevie - 15/05/08


PPS: I want this shirt:  http://www.belleandsebastianshop.com/product/ladies_fox_in_the_snow_t-shirt/

Awesomom

My mom has been shipping up a ton of packages with goodies. Probably because I won't be home for spring break and she misses me. Anyways I tried to imitate the look of joy on the dough-boy/bunny's face. I just look challenged.
Either way these cookies are DA BOMB.

My mom enclosed a note that says:
I hope you like them. I know, I know you like them better than mine so THERE! Ugly monster. Eat them.
Love, mom