The 10:00 of a life..
Just had a rather nice dinner at Paris 666, my first time there. Weekends are slightly more lonely than weeks - chance of bumping into anyone I know or having a conversation drops from 5% to maybe 2%. Still, this was a rather nice dinner. What I had:
- Cream of Turnip Soup - Tasted a lot like potato soup, extraordinarily good. I wish there were a place to get this near campus
- Galette Montparnasse - The Crêpe (one of the two veggie crêpes they have). Delicious, had just the right crispiness of "bread", fresh ingredients, which somehow managed also to match my San Pelligrino (matching water?!)
- Dessert: Creme Brulee - Probably the best Creme Brulee I've had in the US.
Now at the Shadyside Crazy Goat, where there is sad, mellow music playing, kind of like if Vienna Teng and Jamiroquai both got completely stoned and thought about making some music but never really comitted to it. Maybe I'll stay here and daydream/sketch until this part of the twilight fades.
I've been daydreaming about what kinds of biological mechanisms would allow a theoretical organism to maintain a colony of cells of its ancestors in a pocket in itself.. I don't think it could easily be managed for more than the mother's cells, as the father's genetic contribution doesn't have prolonged contact with a fertilised egg and is always partial, while if we imagined such a pocket existing, it'd be difficult to imagine it contributing to the gametes (and unlike the mother's cells that surround the fetus as it grows, there'd be no easy mechanism for transfer unless we imagined this pocket living in the female uterus, disqualifying the male from having such colonies). So perhaps organisms that have this would just carry some intact cells of their mum in some "pocket" in themselves, populated during late fetal times. .. I have no idea why I've been daydreaming of crazy things like this, but it happens a lot.
Maybe it's a good counterbalance to reading about the cycles of mutual influence between Sharia and Halakah many hundreds of years ago.
I look around the Crazy Goat, everyone but me is in pairs or triplets - a pair of old men who look to be a bit mentally off, students studying things, someone reading classifieds. It seems that friendships are things to watch.. I see a girl playing with a guy's crazy flip of hair, strange how the years have gone by.
I rather like the goofy lights and random wall colours here - with the high ceilings, it reminds me of my favourite apartment back in Columbus (I've never made another place I've lived "my own" as much as I did that place - virtually every light had a different colour, there were cat5 cables wound up the walls and draped from the overhang part, yarn and other cables, etc etc. I miss it.)