Mr Brilliant goes a’bloggin!
My, my, my. It’s a new day. After three years of reading 37days, Mr Brilliant has evidently had enough. Time for him to start his own blog, one connected to his livelihood, focusing on the history of science and math, along with unusual, interesting, oddball ephemera.
"I don’t understand it," he said tonight. "I’ve been writing it for eleven days and nobody ever visits it." He looked so sad, peering at me over his little black reading glasses that look like the ones that James Joyce wore, a pair I bought him downtown to replace the thirty-nine cent ones he had been sporting, with one earpiece missing. When I went in to buy them (see how easily I can make this story about me?), I immediately picked the black ones out, put them on, and twirled around histrionically to face the clerk: "Don’t I look JUST LIKE James Joyce?" I fairly well yelled.
"Well, I don’t know who James Joyce is, but if he ever comes in, I’ll be sure to tell him!" he responded eagerly. After I put my eyeballs back in their sockets, of course I had to buy the glasses for Mr Brilliant, who looks scary brilliant in them. I half expect he will start bathing with the lemon soap he brought home from Sweny’s Chemist in Dublin any day now.
So, back to lonely Mr Brilliant. He is writing about all manner of fascinating things that inhabit his brain, half of which I have no chance of understanding ("Yes, dear, of course I enjoy reading Dirac!" I say, pretending to know who Dirac is or was). Some of his ruminations flat out fascinate me, like this post about images of thought processes, "the mental visualization of the act of doing mathematics….images people formed in their brains as they performed mathematical functions."
You must know by now I can’t bear to see Mr Brilliant sad. So if you want to prove you don’t have a tiny shriveled up raisin for a heart, meander by his blog when you can (please, dear lord, go see it so he will shut up about the fact that nobody visits it, I beg of you) and dip into his big ole’ brain.
