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HaveTales-WillTell

Published: Oct 14, 2009

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Curled in my pocket, pink and full of promise: Schrödinger's kitten.

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I broke down yesterday, what with the Mega Millions multi-state lottery jackpot exceeding the gross domestic product of several of the world's smaller countries, and actually purchased a couple of chances at the brass ring.

But I forgot to call up the winning numbers before closing down the lottery terminal, so I brought the ticket home: well aware that the system already knew whether I had a winner, even though I still didn't. That state of affairs put me in mind of Herr Doktor Schrödinger's famous gedankenspiel — and the rest is history, or at least the above senryū.

Unfortunately, it appears I will not be retiring to my own private micronation anytime soon. C'est fou le hasard.

N.B. The original title ("Pet Theory") was discarded as being more cutesy than clever. The new title is the transliteration of the Japanese word for 'lottery ticket', chûsenken. I hope you'll agree that its literalness makes for a better fit.

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ShadowedAcolyte

Mar 4, 2010

I feel that the explanation is too much, in a way, and that the poem (even as short as it is) should carry the weight of its meaning.

Sorry about the island nation, though. Bummer.

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