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2005-01-21 || 1:50 p.m. || lunch break no. 973 || while sitting on a park bench during my lunch break, gary the self-proclaimed metaphysicist of the fourth dimension, inventor of calendrics, follower of the tarot and the lord jesus christ and fibonacci, sat down next to me and started smoking. he was at berkeley but getting his own degree, the highest degree of mathematics of the fourth dimension, where quality rules over quanitity, creation is found after the electricity is cut out and cars stop driving and everyone is sleeping, and the lord above is the ultimate professor. he lives by the principles of tarot. he has yellow teeth and squints into space when he talks about his numbers. he stopped his explanations every so often to greet the pretty girls that walked in front of our bench, not stopping to see whether they responded. through his system of calendrics, an invented systems of knowing what every day holds (as well as its opposite possibility), he feels secure in his life because there is no such thing as surprises. he is homeless right now. he has no children. he told me jennifer is a beautiful name when i shook his hand and told him i had to go back to work. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |