random

dancing in the back of my mind are some meandering fragments of how probability statistics make an excellent metaphor for human life: delicately balanced on prerequisite randomness, with a religious adherence to unseen assumptions that keep everything normal and from which everything flows or it all falls apart; or not, and thus sending forth secular permutations of a sampling strategy that already is. lost in the shadow of mathematics' magnificent arts, it is predicated upon no such absolutes and certainties; rather, it stands as the devoid giacometti figurine, attenuated by the post-hoc and the a priori, a victim to the whims of extant conjectures.

...but all that for another day.

i just wanted to post another picture. that clown was a bit scary.

yikes. i can't believe i only have two more months left.