20022002

Welcome to a date

with very interesting characteristics

when displayed in the British numerical style of

DAY-MONTH-YEAR

The number is a palindrome

and each half of the number is also a palindrome

and the number contains equal distribution of

it's two numerals.

This particular palindromic phenomenon

hasn't occurred for one thousand and one years

January 10, 1001

10011001

Today is a good day

ruled by rationality and order

and just a touch of serendipity.

Friends,

To be honest, I'm a little spooked. Synchronicity (or Sirius perhaps) is gaining on me. It started subtle--simple coincidences of date numbers, names (e.g. August 2, 2000). But these meaningful connections began to mount the more I thought about them. As the days go by, the stream of imagery into my eyes seems to be organizing itself into steadily accelerating patterns of significance. It long ago passed the point where the scientific reductionist in me threw up his hands in bafflement...and awe (e.g. Cosmic Trigger). Perhaps if I'd only taken the number 23 more seriously when I first heard about it from Robert Anton Wilson, it might have occured to me to look at the date of my 23rd birthday more closely. But in actuality it wasn't until today that I learned of the extreme numerological significance of this day. In an email from my girlfriend:

From: Genery
To: Dan
Subject: Fwd: Embrace the Cosmic Moment. LAST TIME EVER IN HISTORY, Wednesday!!!!!!

hey love, check out this symmetry on your bday. I love you.
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As the clock ticks over from 8.01pm on Wednesday, February 20, time will,for sixty seconds only, read in perfect symmetry 2002, 2002, 2002, or to be more precise - 20:02, 20/02, 2002. The last occasion that time read in such a symmetrical pattern was long before the days of the digital watch and the 24-hour clock - at 10.01am on January 10, 1001. And because the clock only goes up to 23.59, it is something that will never happen again.

Embrace your loved ones, think of them, your purpose in life, the
purpose of
life,
BE in the moment

~Rohan
When co-incidence becomes about as commonplace as breathing, you begin to lose sense of the difference between synchronicity, deja vu, ESP and obsessive-compulsive neurosis. With a certainty I can not convey to you, dear Reader, I know that this day will be special in some acutely significant way. I've learned that prediction is usually futile, but I can imagine a few extreme possibilities:
  • I will die
  • my father will die (I just left his hospital room where he is slowly losing to a terminal illness)
  • I will experience a new state of consciousness
  • a combination of the above
At the very least, I will make some kind of breakthrough, if only because I've neurotically convinced myself that I will. But in the realm of self-transformation, is there really a difference?

And where were you when the Eschaton arrived?

Round the merry-go-raum we go,
There, oh there does all the time go?

1991 was a palindrome too and, BTW, 2112 will be one too -- 111 years from now. This whole thing reminds me more of the Kabbalah; if you're trying to look for numbers and patterns in everyday life then your mind will become obsessed with them and you will see them and find them everywhere. This no longer is number theory but numerology which, as we know, goes hand in hand with such bollocks as tarot cards, fortune telling, voodoo dolls, and the zodiac. But hey, if it makes you happy then be my guest...

A happy birthday goes also out to Yoko Ono, Roberto Baggio, and Vincent Vega.

Regards.

With all this talk of palindromes, I think it is important to note that this "last-time-ever" occurrence will happen again, at 21:12 on 21/12 in 2112.

I came upon a page at microsoft.com touting their spanking new Windows Powered Smartphone 2002 (eek). The list of highlights particularly reads:

ONE DEVICE FOR WORK AND PLAY

  • You only need one hand
  • Small, but powerful

(uh-oh)

May it be
when darkness falls
your phone will ring true

A tip for the dense and furious: the funny part begins at "One device", the key word is in the line above.

So today I'm at work, waiting for the clock to strike 5. The phone rings, and I pick it up, expecting someone asking for help with their computer, or some dumb request that forces me to get off my lazy ass and walk over to their desk.

It's the receptionist. My dad is calling me. My dad doesn't normally call me at work. My mind starts to wonder what this call could be about.

My dad begins to describe his location. "The emergency room at Lehigh Valley Hospital," he says. Immediately, thoughts of my mom shoot painfully to my brain. Several days ago, she was complaining about sharp pains near the base of her head and neck, and drowsiness.

She has had surgery on her head within the last two years; she had a cancerous cyst on her scalp and had to have it removed. Well, it seems like something's back, though this time it may be internal, and not on the surface.

The last year has been tough on my family. It seems as though all our healths are diminishing. My own mortality was flashed before my eyes as I was diagnosed with an auto-immune disease called Lupus. My sister had a heart procedure done to fix an arrythmeia, though it was unsuccessful. She also has severe migranes and is sick quite often, vomiting from the pain. My dad has a heart condition also, though his could be more severe someday, resulting in heart attacks and strokes. And now my mom has some unknown bug, though we're all guessing it's something cancerous, which is the worst of all.

It's times like these that I realize how fragile and frail the human life is. One single moment, you're programming a tic-tac-toe game, making good money and waiting for 5 PM. The next, you're scared witless, waiting for a phone call about someone you love so much. It's incredible how fast your life changes.

I hope this is the beginning and the end of it all.

Concidentally the next palendrome is 02022020, February 2nd two thousand twenty, not in the twenty second century. It's a difficult math problem because there is no way to verify that your answer is correct except by interpolation, that is finding within your own results.

Anywho, got progress reports today. I don't know why they make me get them signed. I'm eighteen. I can see my mom saying to me, "Thats nice, what, you want a cookie?". 97's each in Latin and economics, 99 in AP us history, 99 in Chemistry. The AP one is the only one to be proud of. Should have had a 100 but I completely fucked up (er, that is to say, I missed 4 out of 50) a unit test. Ah well. Theres still time to make things prettier.

I'm going to perimeter college over the summer (hopefully) to make up 3 credits to graduate at the end of next year, a year late. I'll be taking pre-cal and hopefully two other classes that are within my ability. Beginning fencing is apparently an option. Maybe I can take typing!

I am slowly but surely becomming sure of myself. Took long enough. Today I am studying latin while 'playing' progress quest.

Can I just take a moment to say that the Latin language is bizzare? The utter nonsense that it requires you to use for sentance structure is a pretty good reason in and of itself for the fall of the Roman empire. I also turned in my essay on Racism for an essay contest, I doubt that will turn out well, just because its, you know, clearly racist to give a white person an award for writing about racism. Then again maybe I underestimate the fears of the judges. Nevertheless it was a good essay and i'll be happy losing knowing that my best effort was put forth. I credit e2 with having improved my grammatical and writing ability a great deal.

I imagine that in the next 10 to 20 years or so, we'll be seeing a lot of noders end up in writing, publishing, speechwriting and the like, simply because it may easily be the most effective and engrossing exercise for improving ones writing out there.

The problem with women is the way you act around them because they are women. I figured this out today. It came to me after Ben told me that 'fun' is not an adjective and the odd phrase "Education is the death of language." popped into my mind.

Now, for your reading pleasure, a random sprinkling of nonsensical thoughts, with apologies to pokey the penguin:

Exploding down the mountain I left a gigantic mound of flesh lying on its golden altar for the philistines to be misled, screaming randomly about violence in a violent manner, thus making myself the center of hypocracy in CAH-NAH-DI-AH in a method of pronounciation that would make Salman Rushdie proud.
My mum is just so fucking stupid! Now I'm not talking in the typical teenager vs parent way. That's how it used to be, but I'm 21 now for Christ sake and we still don't get on!

The plain fact of the matter is that my mum is thick as shit. Now I love my mum, well I like her, she's put me through too much emotional abuse over the years (mainly stemming from her stupidity) for me to honestly say I love her. But she is just so goddam ignorant, and thick, and closed minded, and allergic to change of any sort, and irritating and annoying, that sometimes I just want to punch her stupid fucking head in.

Okay I guess I have to back this opinion up with some hard evidence now, so here goes:

  1. She asks two questions to confirm one answer. Example: If she dishes me up 3 potatoes for dinner she'll ask me "is that enough?" I answer "Yes", she then immediately follows this up with "so you don't want any more?" Why isn't she happy with the answer I have just given? Sometimes she will ask the two questions one straight after the other so if I then answer "yes" she doesn't know if I'm answering "yes", I do want more potatoes, or "yes" that's enough potatoes. It's just confusing all round and drives me fucking crazy.

  2. She contradicts herself. My mum has been a housewife for about 25 years, ever since she became pregnant with my older brother basically. Everytime it's brought up that she might have it slightly easier then the rest of us (me, my bro and my dad)she goes off on one how she 'also' has a job! Then she lists all her chores like cooking, cleaning, washing, you know the general shit. But whenever I ask for dinner when she hasn't done it or ask if she's washed something of mine, she moans back that it's not her job, or what did my last slave die of. I mean make your fucking mind up. I also overheard her talking to her sister on the phone yesterday laughing and joking about how long ago she dusted i.e. about 4 fucking months!


  3. She complains that she finds it difficult to have a conversation with me. This is of course my fault. I mean take this conversation we had yesterday. I was putting my shoes on, getting ready to go to my gym which I do every day at exactly the same time each day....

    Mother: Are you going down the gym?
    Me: Yes
    Mother: Does it cost you each time you go?
    Me: No, I pay a monthly subscription.
    Mother: How much does it cost each time you go?

    I mean how can I have a conversation with this woman when she's not even paying any attention to what I'm saying to her. I tell her I'm pretty annoyed at this, she then goes off on one saying how she can't talk to me and that she didn't hear my original answer. I tell her she should have repeated the original question rather then assume an answer and base her next question on a false assumption. She moans, I go down the gym.


  4. She asks me a stupid question, I give a stupid answer, she moans. She'll ask me how many beans I want for dinner. I'll say something like 63. She will moan at me for being stupid. Just give me a normal fucking portion of beans for Christ sake I ain't fussy. Staying on the dinner subject. Ever since I can remember I have never really eaten all of my dinner and always left shit on the plate, she moans. You know what I'd do. Give me less to eat, problem solved. This kind of thinking is too forward thinking though really isn't it.

  5. My mother is illogical. I was walking home from the gym this afternoon. This takes me about 15 minutes in all. About halfway home it started raining. I don't care about getting wet so it didn't bother me. But I was thinking of when I got home what words of wisdom my mum would dispel onto me. I hedged my bets that "I should have taken an umbrella with me". But no, when I got home....

    Mother: I was expecting a phone call

    Basically she expected me to phone her to pick me up in the car. I was about 7 minutes walk from home when it started raining, I don't care about rain, and if I had phoned her, which hadn't even crossed my mind, she would have moaned at me for getting her out of her comfortable arm chair. I can't fucking win! Anyway, I was waiting for this kind of irritating response from my idiot mother and so said....

    Me: Why would I call you?
    Mother: What a stupid question to ask!

    I'm the stupid one yet again.


  6. Rejection of all modern technology. My mother cannot set her own alarm clock. Just a small example of how she simply refuses to put any effort into trying to work out anything for herself, and will instead get me, my brother of dad to do it for her. Other examples involve setting her video recorder, the radio presets in her car or the presets on her Walkman. She also refuses to get a mobile phone simply because it would be too difficult to work. After explaining that to answer a call you press the green phone button, and to end a call you press the red phone button she still protested that modern technology was too difficult to learn. Her having no knowledge of the workings of modern technology continually gets on my mantits. She wanted me to send a text message to my brother, and said that I should make sure I put the time I sent it, in the message. It automatically does this you dumb fuck! She also doesn't know anything about computers or e-mail or the Internet or anything and it just makes life difficult.

  7. Family arguments. We got a big family HooHar going on at the moment. Basically my mum and her 3 sisters are arguing with my uncle about my nans will (my nan isn't even dead yet!). You know what I'd do. Bitch about my uncle all day to my sisters and all my friends and any other family relative who I can catch the ear of, and get solicitors involved, and go behind peoples backs, and get all worked up over the whole fucking thing..........or, just sit down with my uncle and talk it all out and get it sorted in about 30 minutes.

  8. Limited matematical skills. My parents were having a discussion about when the bathroom was last decorated, I suggested it was about 15 years ago, my mum said, no no, it wasn't that long ago, it must have been about 1987 (it's 2002 people!).

  9. My mother hates change of any sort. There are so many examples of this, I'll get onto the big one in a minute. For example though, sitting with her watching the news. The news has a report on the Euro and the possibility of Britain joining the Euro. My mum flies off into one how she hates the Euro and that we shouldn't join, simply because it would involve "change". She doesn't take any economic arguments into account whatsoever which is the primary function of money. To not want to do something simply because it involves a change of some sort is just fucking stupid is it not?

    However, the biggest battle I had with my mum EVER was in the middle of 2001. During this time I wished my mum would just completely fuck off out of my life forever. It came to the point where I considered discussing with my dad the possibility of counseling for my mum, and I'm being serious! She fucking lost the plot big style, and you know why...because I started decorating my bedroom.

    You need to understand that I'm 21, and the last time my bedroom was decorated was about 10 years ago. I had fitted plywood wardrobes which were falling apart, a bed which I'd had since I was about 6, a worn out carpet, an old homemade computer desk and white washed but grubby walls. I hated that fucking room! So after a year of debate about what I would be allowed to do to it, we came to an agreement, and the work started. This is when my mum showed herself up to be an obsessive control freak, with a severe mental problem.

    So I started work on my room, ripping out my old wardrobes. My mum would visit my room every hour or so, look at what I was doing, huff and puff, ask if dad had said it was alright to do that? Where was I going to put all the old plywood? Where was I going to store all my stuff? Should I be taking them apart how I was? This drove me absolutely crazy.

    It was when I started taking the wallpaper off that it seriously kicked off. I was scrapping it all off, when my mum came up. Seeing all the old paper on the floor she fucking lost it, shouting that I should put it in a bag as I went along, and how I was doing it all wrong. I had enough, I put down my scraper and went downstairs, refusing to do any more work until she sorted herself out. I went and sat in the lounge and started watching TV in silence. My mum came down and start screaming at me, that I could carry on now with the bag she had got me, I refused. This made her even more crazy. She stood right in front of me, stamped on my foot, and screamed at me that I enjoyed ruining her life (you might think I'm exaggerating, I'm not I assure you). She then went to the kitchen and sobbed hysterically how awful I was to her. At this point she expected me to go and console her, and apologize to her, but I stopped myself, it was her who was in the wrong, and I stayed seated. After about 15 minutes, she came in and said sorry to me, I told her I accepted but I didn't, and I still don't. I got my room finished eventually but she didn't mend her ways, she still interfered and criticized at every opportunity available.


Obviously this is only my side of the story but I tell it in all honesty. We should probably sit down and go through everything that pisses us off about each other but I don't think that would sort anything out long term. We're just too different to get on with each other. I know you're probably thinking why don't I just move out. Well that would be my dream, but money's a bit of a problem right now, and property prices in London are sky high, so it's not going to happen any time soon. Basically I'm stuck in this fucking nuthouse and I'm going CRAZY!!!!!!!

Sorry about all the examples revolving around dinner as well, they're the ones that sprang to mind. There are countless other examples of my mum causing steam to come out of my ears but I don't want to take up the entire capacity of the internet. Of course I do appreciate that my mum cleans, cooks and washes for me as well. There, a balanced argument. Nuff said.

PS-To all the people who say mother supports me financially. My mum doesn't pay all the bills etc, she hasn't worked for over 25 years. My dad has a half decent job and my mum took the decision to be a lady of leisure as soon as she got up the duff. I kind of resent her for this attitude as well, but hey ho.

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