On Easter I received a free day off. A “mulligan day” in my employer’s parlance. I finally caved in and used it because I need to blow off some steam to take care of myself. I wanted to save the day so I could pick up Edna and we could spend time together, but that’s not gonna happen anymore.
First thing was a visit to my doctor. I lost ten pounds, which is like four or five kilos, bringing me to 338 pounds / 153 kilos from being 448 pounds / 157 kilos. My blood pressure was good with the male nurse, but the systolic jumped 20 points when my female doctor checked it. She changed up my prescription to include a water pill in hopes it’ll mitigate my blood pressure. Besides my blood pressure there’s nothing wrong with me. She said, without my asking, the situation isn’t helped by my emotional distress and living situation.
Afterwards, I hit the local diner for steak and eggs to celebrate. My next stop was Margate, home to Lucy the Elephant. Built in 1881 to draw tourism and encourage people to invest in real estate in and around Margate, Lucy the Elephant has endured decades of disrepair ’til the good citizens came together in the seventies, moved her, and began the long process of repairing her. Lucy is huge. From photos, one could presume Lucy is smaller. I know I figured I’d get a deadly case of claustrophobic anxiety climbing up her leg into the main space inside of her. It was tight, but not bad.
Anyway, here are my photos!
After this, I drove through Wildwood then through Cape May before heading back north. My late lunch was a bit too much, but reckon I’ll just fast and drink water on Saturday and Sunday. Afterwards I hit Barnes & Noble to acquire Ted Chiang’s new story anthology Exhalation.
My day wrapped up with an astronomy club meeting. One member gave a fun presentation about his pilgrimage to Holmdel to visit the Holmdel Horn Antenna. Why is this so important? It heard the Cosmic Microwave Background, and combined with an unpublished paper from Princeton University, proved the Big Bang Theory. Not the “popular” nerd minstrel show but Georges Lemaître’s theory
which reconciled science with the religious concept of ex nihilo of the universe’s creation.
Afterwards, since it was barely past 8:30, I presented a video called Timelapse of the Future: A Journey to the End of Time. I hate the term “mind-blowing” since it’s been used so many times, to the point of cliché, that any hyperbole is lost upon readers who are now inured to anything once considered to be truly awesome. During the video I peeked around myself, and I didn’t see anyone flipping through their phones so I reckon it was a win.
The universe, as we currently know it, will only last 10^72 years. Life as we know it has only existed for .000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of the expected lifetime of the universe. This is a worthy view by anyone.
It was good to socialize with my astronomy club friends at the diner, and while driving home I thought about how it’d be great to spend a day with H.P. Lovecraft. Bring him forward to the 21st century. Show him this video. Show him the film adaptation of The Call of Cthulhu. The terrifying magic of smartphones and social media. Afterwards, answer his questions while plying him with ice cream and coffee.
I wish I didn’t pursue my day alone, but at this moment there isn’t anyone I would truly have been comfortable sharing this day.