Sábado, Março 08, 2008

them rubber bands

the lead up to the weekend has shown that it was long-anticipated. since fucking tuesday.

when there is a homework problem that one calculus tutor can't do, we have a conference and tell each other that sleep will be lost if nobody knows the answer. a recent conference produced this conclusion:

given an n+1-times differentiable function on the interval [a,b], such interval containing a point c such that f'(c) = f''(c) = f'''(c) = ... = fn(c) = 0, and the (n+1)th derivative is not zero,

if n+1 is even, (c, f(c)) is a maximum or minimum point
if n+1 is odd, (c, f(c)) is an inflection point

it was rush hour when we went out to buy ingredients. duylinh and i agreed it's cool to have a campaign poster in your front yard only if you stole it from someone else's front yard, especially if it's rick momney, no, mick momney, no, rick romney, mick romney, i totally saw some mick romney signs in hide park like when i was driving home from work, imagine you'd have to steal them because his campaign offices are closed and you can't have one in a legitimate way.

i wanted to buy kaffir lime leaves, but didn't have cash. i couldn't think of anything else that i wanted that would add up to $n minimum purchase at indian grocery store.

we kept driving by and i received a phone call as we pulled into the super china hong kong dragon happiness market parking lot.

-how good is your portuguese?
-so-so.
-can you translate some government documents for me into portuguese? you see, i have this scheme. i found a loophole and i can get portuguese citizenship. it'll cost about $200, though.
-well worth it. it's a good ace in the hole.

that was the first of two calls i fielded about people who needed my recipe for chocolate chip cookies. after the second call i agreed to make a house call, where i was sitting on the couch holding a writhing dog in my arms like a load of laundry where a sock always falls out and i very carefully stoop to pick it up without letting another sock fall going down the hallway, a dog who only wanted to chew on my shoes so long as they were on my feet. it whistled through its nose like dogs do when they're excited.

johnny was playing the new Devin tha Dude album

tell me why oooo why
you won't let me get between them thighs


-i want to listen to miles davis. he doesn't sing about his dick.

proposed coquinanda:

:frijoles rancheros with salt pork and black rice
:bobó de camarão
:panang beef
:yarrow ale