Math in Real Life

I like Christmas, but I've noticed lately that each year it's crept up on me more sneakily. I barely have time to buy a small present for everyone, then it's there, and it's gone. This kind of bums me out, because I've always liked the build-up to Christmas Day during the month of December a bit more than Christmas Day itself. All the songs, and little rituals and decorations.

I told my dad once that sometimes it felt like time went faster than when I was a little kid, even when I didn't have much to do. Like, the actual divisions of time seemed shorter. An hour when I was a kid felt like maybe a half hour when I was in high school, barely enough time to complete anything. My dad said it was probably because everything seems longer and larger when the fraction of time you've spent alive is smaller. When you're three years old, one year is a third of your life. So one year feels like an ETERNITY, and winter seems impossible when you're starting summer. But when you're twenty, your fraction is bigger and you've got a lot more to stuff into it.

It was an interesting moment, because I had never thought of life in mathematical terms like that. I am not a naturally mathematically minded person, but I think it would kind of be cool to be. I work on it, every now and then.

Snippets

I tried to start an entry on the history of my glasses, but it got away from me so I'm trying to get it right a little later. I'm only saying this, because I just wanted to confirm that I'm still here, at this blog. The couple of weeks left of Fall 2009 semester after Thanksgiving Break did not leave much time for anything not absolutely required for classes, so I haven't written anything it seems.

This break will be different, hopefully. I want to use it to become more confident in my abilities as a writer, since English classes seem to be about all I'm good for. So far, I've been slowly and carefully unwinding from this past, hellish semester. I've watched like, four or five movies since last Wednesday, it's been glorious.

The latest movie I watched was that art film about Bob Dylan called "I'm Not There," that Lindsay made me watch. She is in love with that guy, as well as Christian Bale, who was in the movie for a while as one representation of Dylan. I know relatively little about Bob Dylan, but Lindsay filled me in on the details and it was a lovely, if strange, type of movie. Here are my favorite songs from it. The second one made me fall out of my chair, it was such a gloriously covered song.





Anyway, I had better finish cleaning the guest room for my grandparents, who are coming for Christmas either tomorrow or Wednesday, I can't remember.