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wx_tesla's Journal  ( The shocking end ) I have neglected this journal in favor of pursuit in many of the minutiae involved in the procurement of land and a sizable barn. To see it listed in a sentence such as the above statement would imply this was a straightforward process. Nothing could be further from the truth. Upon discovering the property owners might actually be willing to sell the structure and the property on which it sits, I set about trying to free up some capital. This proved to be more difficult than I had imagined, as it required me to discuss in detail which of my stocks I wished him to sell. He reluctantly did so. I also cashed in a bond, and was ready to purchase the building by noon of that day. It was then that I made the startling discovery that a) the owners were only somewhat willing to part with their barn, and b) the real estate market is an odd one at the best of times. The stack of paperwork seems to be directly proportional to one's desire of territorial ownership. After a couple of weeks of intense discussion and negotiation, learning zoning and ordinance strictures, I am now the owner of a large barn. I shall commence rebuilding my laboratory within a month, and shuld be once again deep into my studies this fall. Speaking of studies, my semester of teaching at the Westchester Academy was simultaneously informational and surprisingly humbling. There was a Lyceum during the latter half of the semester; four mutants (myself included) staged a panel in which to show the students how daily life was affected or not affected by our genetic makeup. A question-and-answer time was afforded afterward. I was not asked any direct questions, unlike the others. I wonder if it was the outfit I chose to wear? It seems that even mutant society has its outcasts. I had hoped to learn to interact a bit more with a society of genetic commonality. I regret that I have once again managed to make myself a ghost in the middle of a very busy school. I had forgotten I had seasonal tickets to the Metropolitain Opera. I was going to ask Henry if he wished to go, but when I sought him out, I caught sight of him and the pretty blond lady...Jane? Over by the pool. I must leave this Mansion for a few days, at the very least. The halls are positively cavernous, and I find myself in the need for pleasant crowds of happy people, even if I do not belong there, either. I can pretend. {[ØHg®Lg], ØLg, ØØØHg} Current mood:  lonely.Current music: Ave Maria. These have been relatively busy weeks, flown by. My students all appear to be quite lively and intelligent, and have set up some sort of a friendly rivalry between the Physics class, taught by Mr. Summers, and this energy class. I have yet to determine whether I should be amused, flattered, or frightened. On other fronts, I have spent some time demonstrating my abilities with electrical manipulation to various people. I've been meeting several of the instructors and TAs, and am pleased to report they are quite a delightful group of people. When summer break arrives, I wonder if I shall be able to work solely as a researcher? It is said that the human mind, when exploring new horizons, cannot hope to return to its original dimensions. I have learned more from my students that I ever expected. My friendship with Henry McCoy is vastly rewarding. A very clever, very wise and very funny man is Doctor McCoy. I have found a fellow punster, I believe. I think I have a lead on what might be used as a laboratory. I am going to see it on Monday morning. Qn = òindt = EPCn = QPCn / CP = QPCn / (C1 + C2 + C3 + ...) Current mood:  satisfied.Current music: Metamorphosis 3: Cyane. Who: Hank and Arethusa, part 2 When: After dinner, sometime the week before 5/21 What: Science, science, science, ham, eggs and science ( A comrade in verbosity would be more than welcome. ) Current mood:  cheerful.Current music: Habanera/Carmen. Who: Hank and Arethusa, part 1 When: After dinner, sometime the week before 5/21 What: Science, science, science, ham, eggs and science ( A comrade in verbosity would be more than welcome. ) Current mood: cheerful.Current music: Habanera/Carmen. There is an intriguing phenomenon that happens whenever a fresh leaf falls onto the surface of moving water. It sinks swiftly, to be snatched up among the currents and carried away with the rest of the debris. A dried leaf, on the other hand, remains afloat on the surface, carried by the skimming motion that oftentimes moves at an entirely different pace than that of the currents below. In this anaolgy, I seem to be the dried leaf. It is perfectly understandbale why they would be holding me at a distance. They are polite, and have proven kind. We speak of surface things, mostly. The weather. My ever-present quest for a lab. The children, and how they are doing in classes. And all the while, I feel the tugging of the currents below. It is most distracting. Somehow humbling. I am unused to the idea of information being just beyond my grasp, held from me. It is puzzling, and vexes me. If it weren't for my leg, I might seek to go out into an open field and pretend I was Thor, trying to command the lightning, simply to see if there are things within my grasp that are beyond my reach. Or would that be vice versa? Hmm. I must make an addendum that the lab I build have a platform for just such experiments. It merits some examinations, truly. Current mood: perplexity. Current music: Sviraj (Croation version). In a surprising turn of events, I have moved into the Westchester Mansion. Teaching agrees with me, even though I have on occasion run into difficulties remaining with my syllabus. I have continued to seek out warehouses, to no avail. I am quite close to simply buying the land and having one built to my specifications, save that at the moment, I have no interest or desire in paying the appropriate bribes to the inspectors and other vile minutae that encompasses being a landowner in New York. For the time being, I am content with making use of the 32 dry erase boards that I have hung in my spacious room. I admit it is a relief to know that my theories will not be stolen or disturbed. α(n1,n2) = n2cos(π/n1)tan(π/(n1× n2))/π. Current mood:  busy.Current music: Furioso. Who: Arethusa and Remy When: Sunday morning What: a welcome breakfast Where: Arethusa's room ( I always leave a spot open for a good game of hangman ) Current mood:  accomplished.Current music: Lascia. When: Monday morning Who: Arethusa and Scott What: moving in ( Interesting pet you have there. ) Current mood: cheerful.Current music: Un Bel Di/ Puccini. Who: Rogue and Arethusa What: Chatting about the first week of class When: Friday Afternoon when class is let out ( Definitely not mentioning the paperball war ) Current mood: accomplished.Current music: Canon in D/Pachelbel. |
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