My doctoral thesis research continues. Ongoing over the past 35 years, consistently inconsistent, sporadically sporadic. Here & there. Now & then. Once in a while clues can be found in the archives of this here site. But most of the time I’ll make a mental note of it, then forget about it. Write it down on a scrap of paper only to wad up my gum and chuck it. Once in a while I get the feeling I’m forgetting something. Then I remember. I forgot something. But I can’t remember what it was. Repeat as needed.
The working title is “Same Shit Different Day”
If anyone ever asked, I’d describe it as an interdisciplinary potpourri mishmash blend of anthropology, sociology, economics, psychology, philosophy, human centered design, statistics, poetry, historic nonfiction, mathematics, geography, art history, utility cycling, physics, chemistry, dark coffee and craft beer.
The gist of it is: I’m compiling data in an attempt to quantify the number of variables that must fall into place for me to see the same things each day at nearly the exact same times.
The same asshole driver, the same bike commuter, the same dude on the train with the e-scooter, the same coffee shop customer with the foo-foo drink order, the same regular on the corner stool at the bar with his guide dog watching me stroll in like clockwork at 3:33.
It’s the traveling salesman problem playing out in real time, one more time, time after time. Day after day. Groundhog Day.
wonderful
wonderful
wonderful
gold star for robot boy
To quantify the unquantifiable ::: aye, there’s the rub. Decimal places. Percentage points. Probabilities. Put that in a pie chart and smoke it. Boil it down into a clean Venn diagram. Blow it up to poster-size and present it in the conference room to the dissertation committee. Oh and by the way, that committee, they were never there to begin with and if they were, they’ve long since moved on, retired or passed away.
what day is it?
every day
S S D D
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