Last night I started reading Hawking’s A Brief History of Time, which has been on my shelf for at least two years now. A couple of things stuck with me from the first chapter. One was his definition of a scientific theory, and how it includes the ability to make predictions for the future. I sometimes forget about that stipulation when I’m making up theories on the universe and everything, but I think it’s not as important that you be able to test those predictions, so much as you have an idea for HOW to test them.
In my heart, somewhere, I want to be a scientist. I have grand hopes for my sister. She’s basically staying in math just because I’m making her (and she’s good at it). I really hope she’ll find she likes science too, because that’s really the whole reason I’ve encouraged her to stay in math.
Some other time I’ll expound about the link between science and art.
This morning I was looking for Sigur Ros’s () album on my shelf, and found that I’d miss-alphabetized her space holiday’s album Manic Expressive. I pulled it down and have been listening to it all day. They’re sorta mellow orchestral electronica with yo la tengo-esque vocals. Then I did a web search, and found out that they have a new album released just yesterday! How unlikely is that?
Also, on the way to work this morning I heard Junior Senior’s “Rhythm Bandits” again. It was another one of those “sitting in the car waiting for the song to end” mornings.
Well, I’m off now to go watch School of Rock. I’ll let you all know what I think of it… if I remember!
You’ve totally put my romance novel to shame.
Dammit.
you don’t seriously read that trash? ;)
No. I’m actually reading a memoir called ‘The Russian Word For Snow’. It’s about an American woman’s experience adopting a Russian boy. It’s tame for me, actually.
But I can honestly say I’ve never read pulp/trash/harlequino anything.