I just finished watching Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay. The poem in the movie, “The Square Root of Three” is the most awesome, clever poem I’ve ever heard. It was written by David Feinberg, according to this story. I must find it.

Update: iamawesome and deb posted it in the comments! Thanks a lot! Here it is:

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

I began backing up my site on CVS. It makes it so much easier to work on it on different computers.

This past Valentine’s day Julie and I had dinner at Typhoon. She lost her class ring earlier in the day and fretted about it every once in a while, saying that it felt really weird not to have her class ring. During dinner, while others were having their Valentine’s dinner as well, she looked at her finger and exclaimed,

“Geez, my ring finger feels really empty without a ring.”

I found a notepad file with this on it. About a year and a half ago I had a “supposedly cool” dream and I had to write it down. I wonder what kind of crack I was smoking that day: