deep thoughts

This is a small arrangement of essay and journal-like odds and ends.

There's content ranging from Hofstadter to Hackman: ever wanted to know how to score digits on a grey-hound? Perhaps you'd be interested in why I study computers?

Or why I travel...

... my love of sugar wafers ...

... my love of dangerous haircuts ...

... and most importantly, a warning about feeding your dog burritos.

All kinds of stuff!

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Posted by Erik Frey Tue, 31 May 2005 09:22:00 GMT

In the States, we have a clear notion of the shyster: he is a swindler. A scammer! We would have nothing to do with such a vagrant, except to label him for exactly what he is, and recoil in the appropriate manner. After all, those people are out to get our money, and who knows what they might do to get it?

Think of telemarketers! Faith healers! Those insistent squeegee guys! People who organize Tupperware parties! They are offensive and often in-your-face, because you have something they want.


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Posted by Erik Frey Tue, 03 May 2005 02:36:00 GMT

I ran into a girl in censored. She was sitting on the wide steps leading up to la censored. Below us, an old Afro-censored band was playing salsa. I had a beer. I sat down next to her and we talked. She told me about photography and the places she’d been. I watched her eyes while she spoke – I could see the glow of coals behind them. They betrayed an otherwise completely solemn visage, etched in stone into the downturn corners of her mouth.


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Posted by Erik Frey Fri, 25 Mar 2005 07:08:00 GMT

During my first few days here I thought I had identified some general categories among the people I had met. While at first the categories held, I found characters of such vast variety that I quickly realized there were more exceptions than rule. Nonetheless, here are a few roles that seem to have some consistency:


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Posted by Erik Frey Thu, 10 Mar 2005 05:23:00 GMT

It was a few years ago that I first became fascinated by anything that had the property of being epic. I found heroes everywhere in classic literature, in popular culture, even among my workmates; there was a narrative playing out that involved exploring undersea rifts in the Pacific, or perhaps simply swashbuckling one’s way through an onslaught of IT paperwork. Whatever the task, it was something that seemed worthwhile, that produced a strong, satisfying narrative, and I placed great value in that. Applied to myself, the voice in my head became the narrative, and in the vacuum of perception, I was the protagonist in my own story. It was a kind of realization.


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Posted by Erik Frey Thu, 27 Jan 2005 04:17:00 GMT

the physics of human interaction ain’t easy.

it’s kinda like real physics – they start off teaching you one thing, and then a couple years later they tell you “okay, everything we told you was sorta WRONG - look at it this way instead.” and you clamor and strut, high on your own disillusion – you put B where A once was, and this works fine until C comes along. and this can continue for a number of cycles before you begin to suspect something is awry.

back when i was a knee-high kindergartener, i remember my dad taking me aside and quietly delivering this commandment:


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Posted by Erik Frey Tue, 21 Dec 2004 04:55:00 GMT

i’m eating some vanilla sugar wafers, and they are hell of such as good, particularly from an architectural standpoint.

first off, they’re sold in large plastic-wrapped bricks, five wafers wide, two deep. the plastic wrapping unseals at either end, making it easy to pull out two at a time, and then eat each stick individually.

but eating a wafer stick whole is a crass and undignified act, as will soon be made evident. let us delve deeper into the structure of the vanilla wafer:


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Posted by Erik Frey Mon, 22 Nov 2004 04:50:00 GMT

we replace our contexts with other contexts, sometimes more narrow and well-defined. sometimes more broad. with these upcoming changes in my life, it’s inevitable my context becomes more broad, and i’m just trying to figure out when, how, and why it might later become more narrow.

the only way to profoundly impact the world around you (unless you’re like, da vinci) is to become very narrow and precise in your world-view, and charge ahead in one thing. at least, that’s how it is in the sciences. and i feel a little ambivalent about that. the ambivalence was bound to happen, i’m sure.


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Posted by Erik Frey Sun, 06 Jun 2004 04:01:00 GMT

i can only attribute so much of last week and this weekend to divine providence. and i can really only focus on certain parts. but that’s how memory works – looping over itself in the space behind your eyes, allowing light through sort of distorted, kaleidescopic, folding.

after san diego, i got an email from eric “dude, let’s go on a canoe trip!”. where? somewhere with water? ok! the next morning we had a canoe on the jeep and we were driving to taos.


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Posted by Erik Frey Wed, 02 Jun 2004 04:02:00 GMT

i can only attribute so much of last week and this weekend to divine providence. the rest pours over – or maybe it just clumps and settles to the bottom, so i can process it on my own time. we’ll see.


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Posted by Erik Frey Mon, 26 Apr 2004 04:02:00 GMT

to take advantage of one of the last free weekends i’m going to have for a while, eric and i carted our way out to the mountains. eric found an old map of the logging roads in the jemez wilderness, and noticed that one of them came within a quarter mile of the san antonio hot springs, which was especially nice because the main trail to the hot springs is closed for another month or so, till the last of the snow melts.


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