Hint of School Life of an Introvert, for those that are missing out...

Sure https://hypercubics.blogspot.com/2026/04/the-psychologist-2025-10-08.html

I [be]came too weirdd[.e.]

NATHAN WAS

It was paid they were supposed to make money to find a girl and then they would date or get married in graduate school kind of fine wines I don't

Here is the building I used to pass walking to SCSU (recently I take the bus through the middle).

Strangely, I never attend the lectures held in that building. Well, I tried once and was bored out of my mind...

Sometimes I wonder if I've influenced the architecture of SCSU. For example, I did some drawings of buildings in high school that are similar. And, an architect once asked my opinion. I even caught the new library addition looking exactly like a drawing I showed the architect... But, it was only for a few days. then they took down the U-shaped boards that were leaning against the window and the building started to look more typical... just a computer lab with typical steel beams... and some stained-glass windows...

I'm trying to enjoy my supposed literary life

because, compared to three years ago, I'm officially a writer.

Yet, I have to consciously decide, even at this point.

For, I haven't made money, and I don't have what can be called widespread popularity.

I'm sipping a delicious red tea which is caffeine free, and eating the remains of a very dark brownie.

Perhaps this is what the average Yale student might do on an afternoon, minus the calculus, and minus some of the prestige.

Perhaps I can fulfill the commercial image of someone 'living a life' in an artistic sense, even if I am not fulfilling it in the genuine sense of intangibles---or what might seem tangible to an economist, activist, or biographer.

It is not futile emotionally, but it has a pique of dissolution, only in an abstract sense, but not a very personable one.

Sometimes I decide that my life is complex. But it has none of the trappings of complexity. Someone might take an ersatz angle, and interpret that my writing and artwork make me complex. But I don't have French like Picasso, I don't have the courtship of Shakespeare or the architecture of Matisse.

My dissolution is that I lack fame. I can feel it breathing through a filter in a cobblestone corner near some drainpipes.

How much more I would be if I were merely interpreted to be great! This expression has been echoed before by poets at least.

Is the new Apple headquarters inspired by categorical knowledge?

The recent design for the Apple Headquarters resembles a categorical diagram of eight sections, a functional symbol for coherent knowledge:

https://plus.google.com/photos/112063946124358686266/albums/5640449248757661185

I've never been an Apple fan, but at least it's as though society is advancing. I have to have some respect for the "other half."