November 2nd, 2003

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lincoln3 has this toy called the "Connecticut Do-Nothing Machine" which consists of a squarish wooden block with two grooves in it, one vertical and one horizontal, and a crank which is attached to two slidey pieces, one in each groove, such that you can turn the crank around and around forever. I had a dream in which I had this toy in the big bedroom I had in the old house by the lake my family lived in before my parents split up, and I cranked it around and around, and it played the most overwhelmingly beautiful version of Pachelbel's Canon, (which, if you know me well, you probably already know is one of a handful of songs (also including Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring) that have a strange effect on me because I heard them so often and so early in my life since my mom played them on the old record player constantly...) but then in the middle of it, I heard a loud, sharp crack like a gunshot, and woke up.

But later I fell back asleep and woke up with ways to generalize induction hypotheses swimming in my head. One of them worked, even, so Lemma B4 goes through now! I'm so excited. I think I've finally found my way down to the bottom of this chain of results, and all I have to do is climb back up and revise things a little so that everything is okay at every interface.
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WriMo word count at day two: 3442. Right on schedule. Tom7 jumped ahead of me, up to about 4400, earlier this afternoon. I love using jealousy as a motivating factor.

I'm finding it hard to get going much further than the initial couple ideas I had, but in the last bit of writing today another character, one that I completely hadn't even expected to exist, just spontaneously emerged out of the situation. Gotta find some way to introduce her to the other characters...

Besides getting some research hacking done this morning, I've been attempting to play with code to do amusing things with livejournal latest post and Naive Bayes. Also talked to Donna quite a bit about her research. Logical relations are confusing.