oh wow, I was nearly asleep when I wrote that. I have a
metaphor-machine that never-stops in my head and it sticks to
bad metaphors long after they're useful. I woke up this morning
dreaming of an elaborate paper folding happening in the brain
that was a "paper-folded proof" that Pi=3 (I was physically
folding a piece of paper through several higher dimensions until
I reached the precision of 3.00000---> and then measured it with
a 3 dimensional ruler on the pseudo 2D folded 1/2 circle in a
pseudo-1 dimensional numberline which had a pseudo-"point" of 3
The audience laughed "hahaha Pi's never 3!" and threw me off the
stage and I took my trans-dimensionally folded paper off the
stage and walked off in defeat. I have weird dreams sometimes.
Also woke up to a broken stove with a bunch of messages that i
have to fix it, following a trail of notes the culminated in
"don't worry about it" by the time I got to my computer on the
porch. I need to invest in more coffee. In good news, I slept
for 8 hrs, which I never do.
