Tonight at work I read an article in Vanity Fair that Nick had pointed me to. It’s about three 20-year-old kids in LA. It’s absurd. Even by VF standards, it’s a vapid waste of glossy paper. And of course, it leaves me with the distinct feeling that, by not growing up and living in LA, by not being younger than 21, and by not being filthy rich and famous, I might as well have never been born.

But I’m over it.

Also tonight at work the in-store music system was set on Oldies. They played “Sweet Nothings” by Brenda Lee and I whooped internally.

Today I learned a new word. Or re-learned, actually. It’s in the latest issue of The War Against Silence. The word is “stochastic”. I thought it was a word that I’d never in my life encountered before, until I looked it up and saw that I had highlighted it in my dictionary. (I highlight words when I look them up because I am a dork.) So apparently, I’d learned the word at some point in the past few years, then forgotten it.

Incidentally, “stochastic” means “of or pertaining to a process involving a randomly determined sequence of observations, each of which is considered as a sample of one element from a probability distribution.”