Book of Jamez

55 y/o malcontent, something of a writer

Author: Jamez

  • To Boldly Go Where No Cat Has Gone Before…

    I’ve gotten a little smarter, I no longer spend 45 minutes attempting to put the cats in their carriers, I just scoop them up one at a time and carry them to the vehicle. “It’s ok baby, it will be ok, I’m right here.”

    The UHaul Truck proved to be better than most for the cats, they could crawl under the drivers seat and just hide there and cry, so they did. The antennae for the radio-coat hanger bent just so, maybe that’s why the stations came in so beautifully. The air condition unit, if you could call it that, spewed forth noxious fumes that made me and the cats sleepy… so I turned it off and opened the window. As soon as there was fresh air again the cats would start to howl… so I’d roll up the windows and blast the A/C til they were snoozing again, and I’d almost drift off myself. Sure it was risky, but the quiet was well worth it.

    Unloaded about half the truck, still have some bigger things to unload today. I’m tired and sore and for all the wrong reasons. The cats are exploring, but very happy. Mouse tipped over the litter pan last night (you can see she did this the first night in Chesapeake also in the September archives). Q hid for 3 hours, then he came out, plopped himself in the middle of the living room and purred. I think the cats are happy to be home. And I am too!!!

  • Ready, Set…

    I’m packed, mostly, the computer is still up (obviously) and I have some cleaning to do… but I am ready.

    I think it will be ok if I leave today, so that’s my goal, to head out for DC now, otherwise I’m basically sleeping on the floor tonight anyway.

  • Learning to Swim

    I just wanted to fit in, all the other kids knew how to swim, but there I was in my trunks without a real clue what to do in the water. Sure I waded in and splashed about, but I had no idea how to kick my feet and move my arms to swim like everyone else.

    I didn’t want to appear as if I didn’t know what I was doing, so I faked it. I bent over my arms stretched as far as they would go, flailing about like they were propelling me and probably making more splashes then anyone else, but my feet were still planted firmly on the ground. I would walk around the lake, arms still slapping up and down against the water, once in a while I’d look up and tell my Mom that I was swimming. They all knew of course, I guess it was pretty obvious, that I was faking it.

    Then one day it happened, I slipped. I lost my footing and was propelled forward in the water like a rocket, at first panic struck and I thought for sure I was gonna get stuck underwater or something. But soon I was kicking my legs, wiggling my body as I moved under the water, I had learned how to swim and it was the most glorious of occasions.

    *

    It has been 12 years since I slipped into sobriety and found a better way of life. At first I faked it, there couldn’t be a God that believed in me or a way to live without drugs or alcohol, I just pretended and tried to fit in, moving my arms like I saw the other spiritual kindergarteners doing.

    Then one day it happened, I let go. I let go of all my fears, hatreds and just had to trust one person, and then more people. And I found myself rocketed into a fourth dimension of existence, from which I have found no substitute (nor do I want to) that could compare to the wonders of life. There are things in life I never imagined possible, that have filled me with such joy and happiness I cannot even describe them.

  • No Idea

    I managed to pass my Algebra Final, not sure how… but I did… so I do NOT have a R (repeat) or a U (unsatisfactory). It’s over… I will fight tooth and nail to never take any type of mathematics again.

  • What did you forget? EVERYTHING!!!

    So, first, I missed an entire essay that was due for my ENG 252 Class. No worries, truly didn’t know I had to do it and the Professor is letting me turn it in late. I have it mostly written at this point.

    Algebra… what did I forget?

    • A “-” not a “+” in the quadratic formula… wrote it wrong, explains why it didn’t work out on the exam.
    • How to find the length of all three sides of a right triangle…
    • Graphing in its entirety

    We were given two hours for the test, and I spent 1:45 there trying to remember it all… but it just wouldn’t come. How did I do on the test? I have not one clue.

    I asked my Professor, as I left, if I received a poor score on the exam if she would please put an i after it to make it imaginary. She laughed.

  • Grade Update

    This morning I received the grade for my term paper and my ENG 112 class… both A’s.

    My ENG 252 Class will be a low A or high B.

    An A in Self-Defense.

    And hopefully an S in Algebra… but I don’t care, we’ll pretend it’s imaginary.

  • Unsplittable Square Roots

    Oh my God, I hate math… now I’m having nightmares about square roots not splitting… the square root of 36 just wouldn’t split … I tried and tried, but it was being stubborn and I spent the entire test trying to fix it…

    AAAARRRRGGGHHH

  • Classes draw near their end…

    Today was the last Self-Defense class, got an A… woo hoo. Not sure I could actually defend myself, but I could give it more of a try than I could have before.

    I took my final exam for my World Literature Class on Sunday, still waiting on a grade for the class.

    This morning or was it afternoon? I finished my research paper on the dreaded subject: Hamlet. I am only proud of the last paragraph of it.

    All I have to worry about now is imaginary number in real live algebra.

  • Bunchism by Proxy

    It was the same every night, she’s sit there; bare legs tucked under her, a romance novel in one hand and the other holding some chocolate or perhaps a fork with a piece of steak on the end. Usually, if us kids had been lucky we had Mac and Cheese for dinner… if not just the mac. There always seemed to be money for a new romance novel, chocolate and steak for Mom, but mac and cheese was a luxury.

    The four of us were, in retrospect, starved for attention. We’d come up with little shows or dance acts to put on for Mom and whichever Dad happened to be there at the time. There are the four of us, doing a performance of Elvira by the Oak Ridge Boys, bouncing up and down and mouthing the lyrics. I wonder now who was the choreographer and who was the brains behind such schemes. Mom would watch us and smile always enjoying the show, unless or course something else was on that she needed to watch that meant we had to be quiet.

    Maybe the truth behind it all is we had Brady Bunchism, the need to be dorky in a group.

  • Boolean Society

    At the 100th Anniversary Convention of the Boolean Society, the worlds most secret organization, the biggest conspiracy of them all is finally revealed. The organizations members with the most clout, money, meet to discuss the history of math and how their vast plan has moved forward over the centuries.

    It all started with two people in particular who hated everything to do with the art, music and theatre. They set out to slow down such frivolous nonsense by creating something that would slow the creative process and keep things more orderly and sane. In the beginning it was difficult, pressing the need to learn a few simple equations to mostly simple folk, but their idea won out—largely due to the complex circles in which the mathematician could talk. They would say, “x + y = y + x is the same as 1 + 2 = 2 + 1” and the common folk would respond, “so x is 1?” The Boolean would then explain that this was the case here, but in other situations the x could equal 252 or the y could equal the one as well. The common folk, immediately decide this is too much for them to decipher and hand over the reigns of all money handling to the Booleans. This goes on for years, the Booleans confusing the populace with x2 + 3y = 35 or x times itself is x2 and x + x is 2x.

    Then a more enlightened person steps forward and proclaims this is nonsense, and starts to preach at the people, these Booleans are twisting the shape of numbers. The Booleans freeze all this persons assets, he becomes a penniless bum mumbling on the streets and considered by most to be insane.

    Booleans find themselves in places of power within governments throughout the world. After years of the same formulas working they decide to change things up lest someone catches on and reveals their entire plot.

    Unexpected help comes from a young woman in her 30s in college, an artist; forced by rules set up by the Booleans to take math courses that have her head spinning. She catches on to the formulas and the math/algebra starts to make sense, in a research paper to her Algebra Professor she creates a series of problems that stump even the top Boolean official. Her creativity, of course, is a death sentence they cannot allow the delicate balance to change even slightly so they kill her. Her ideas, if an answer doesn’t solve properly just cube it times itself is stolen and implemented into the plan immediately. This effect sends several Liberal Arts majors to seek ways to commit suicide.

    The true celebration comes when the Booleans celebrate their greatest achievement ever: the number i. “The number i is such that i = √-1 (which is the same as saying i2 = -1).” The imaginary number. This concept, to further the confusion of the people, meant if an equation didn’t work out, just multiply it by i and it will all make sense. This i keeps all the money flowing into the hands of the Booleans, their vast fortunes shape the very political and socioeconomic landscape for all cultures.

    Chances are, when this is published I’ll be murdered by Booleans quoting such equations as x2 – 6x + 9 = (x – 3) (x + 3) or √-64 is not real. The formulas themselves may be the death of me… pray for your average college student. And God save you from the Booleans.