I received the first proof copy of the hash book today. It's currently sitting a couple feet away from me. I am happy because the geometry fixes worked perfectly. LaTeX is the best thing ever, the text looks beautiful and gorgeous. And after I checked on these things, I lost interest in looking at it for the time being... perhaps because I have a much better version that I am still reviewing, with lots of improvements and fixes.
To sort of celebrate the existence of the book, and yet without being too convinced that I should feel extraordinarily happy or anything like that, I went to get something to eat. You could say I used the book as an excuse to get nice food, but oh well.
I was sitting there, thinking about a million things as usual... then a couple arrived, sat next to me, started drinking, and then began talking.
So the lady works by arranging car loans, and today she dealt with $300K worth of those. She said she was still wired from work, as always, and so she had to distract herself somehow. After the comparatively small bottle of sake, she kept insisting the food of an average place was the best in the world.
The more she drank, the louder she got. Ironically, one of the restaurant employees asked her if she drank wine when she got home to be able to relax, and she said no. The bottle of sake laid empty, merely inches away from her.
The husband seemed unable to get a decent conversation going with anybody. His sentences had less than 5 words each. The wife then commented that she sacrificed her big truck to go eat there, that gas was so expensive, and overall... well, you know... they went on and on with the conversation you hear from people who are obviously drunk. Overreaching assertions, the need to approve or disapprove of everything in very strong terms regardless of its actual importance, an increase in narcissism, and so on. Then, when I got back home, I saw this video.
You know, what would have happened if I had usually engaged in any of the activities described in the previous paragraphs? What if I had the compulsive need to be distracted or entertained? What if I drank as a way to calm myself down? And what if, on top of all that, I had to deal with the hangover that comes after getting intoxicated? Among other things, I wouldn't have the first proof copy of the hash book next to me.
Like white and black, like night and day, like the difference between noise and music, chatter and poetry, scribbling and painting. Simple, pure, stark, clear, striking, beautiful contrast.