Notes to Self

Things to remind other people about:

1. It's A4, not 'foolscap'. Foolscap (originally, fool's cap) is F4.
2. Prime numbers are good, because they resist division.
3. Fruits rich in vitamin C are also rich in antioxidants for a reason: vitamin C triggers the peroxide cascade.
4. Fish is good. And if eggs were no good, why are they the beginning of life?
5. Life is unique, from the empirical point of view. There are barbarians, but no aliens.
6. There is no point to school unless you make excuses for it.
7. Entropy is the way to go.
8. But energy is what lets you go there.
9. Cats are smarter than dogs, but the raven is even smarter.
10. There are too many things to remind other people about. And none of them are important.

A Close Brush with Death

I finally swapped my Frankenbrush back for a Pulsar.

The idea of an electrical toothbrush is an old one. It is a little more recent that the source of the electricity has become a battery in the handle. It is even more recent that light-weight synthetics and computer-aided design have minimised the number of moving parts and maximised the brushiness (oh, what a wolfberry word!) of the brush.

The Pulsar is a nice colour. It is mostly blue with golden-yellow vibrating bristles. It has clean and swelling lines that seem to say, "Brush with me, and I will make you clean."

All toothbrushes should say things like that.

My old Frankenbrush was a bad one; it used to say, "Brush with me, and I will make you pay for it in agonising ways; hold hard, or you might be found lying on the ground dead from acute entanglement with a geometry that man was not meant to see."

As you can see, I am beginning to develop an acute appreciation for the quotidian and mundane, for the things I see and use everyday.

Tiny

I am a very small Prometheus
with my limited foresight;
I am a fire thief, a lone wolf
making safe the domestic.

I am a very small Atlas,
better a single mercenary;
I save the sum of things for pay,
and yet I bear my own burden.

I am a very small Icarus,
the wax upon my wings
gives way far too soon before
the wind beneath them rises.

Nobody sees my passing.
For I am tiny, very small,
a little chain-gang sergeant
of the subatomic scale.

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Zechariah 4:10 — "For who has despised the day of small things?"