Work, Sculpture, the Mind and What is Mathematics?

Up late again, but tomorrow I have to work. I don’t have to go into the office, but I need to work on a Qt client on top of the Microsoft RTC stuff. On Wednesday I have to go into the office to discuss some ideas on how we’ll accomplish streaming of archived conferences. It should be very interesting. Well actually, it probably won’t be so interesting. I’m just skeptical, of course, but I’d rather be working on the RTC stuff and leave the rest of the archive player to Andrew. He thinks that my design was unnecessarily complex. I kind of like the ideas I put into it. But then I tend to think too abstractly perhaps for my own good. Of course I apparently don’t think abstractly enough to be a mathematician or logician.

I’ve been getting a hankering to sculpt. Not clay sculpture, but rather just material sculpture. Like pieces of wood and stone, for example. Or metal. Perhaps even polymer clay—make little creatures and things for Sherri. I should have stuck with the polymer clay for her, but for some reason I became discouraged. For one, I have no permanent work place to do any art or craft. Maybe when the basement is finally finished I can have a corner with a drawing board, some tables, etc.

I often wish that I could find a way to make my mind young and nimble, like a child’s, so that I could absorb such concepts as mathematics, logic, and geometry. Alas, but as I age so does my mind and while I tend to read a lot and to think as much as I can, nothing original ever comes to mind and I feel as though my brain is decaying faster with each passing day. Brain decay… brain decay.

I’ve ordered a number of gifts for Sherri from QVC. I also purchased her favorite perfume which Kaufman’s no longer sells (you can still get it online at discount places). I need to get her a card, too. I should do this sometime this week when I’m out. I have to go to the shrink as usual this Tuesday so maybe when I’m picking up my medications I can also get her a card. There is a Hallmark next to the to Giant Eagle where I get my prescriptions filled, which is at Donaldson’s Crossroads.

Wouldn’t it suck if you found out that the sports you love, such as, say, Football, were all scams? You know, like WWF wrestling, for example. Where the outcomes are decided by the wealthy elite seasons before the games are ever played. Man, what suckers we’d be then, eh?

What is mathematics? I have a book with this very title sitting on a book shelf just above me on my computer table’s hutch. I attempted to read it thinking it might enlighten me. But, I was more confused about what mathematics is after trying to read it than before I’d started. Am I just stupid? Yes, I think so. There are times when I really think that I am.