We're apparently the dumbest generation ever

And by "us" I mean everyone who's currently thirty years old and younger. Wow!

Thanks, Professor Baudelaire OH I mean Bauerlein. Hey, Bauerlein, do you get that reference? NO, probably not, because Baudelaire wrote in French! See, I can rub my academic balls in your face too.

It's more like he's the dumbest professor ever. See what his students think about him after he publishes this. Actually, he probably already doesn't give a shit about them, if you look at what he says on the slideshow there.

Rims are spinning Up

Nobody ever capitalizes the last word of a title for no reason. Well, I just did it. Check that off today's "I did it, u didn't" list.

Um. Anyway.
Yeah. I've got an interesting topic, if you want. I got to thinking about how for some reason I still take songs, cut them and put DDR steps to them. And sometimes I just sit there, just, thinking for a few minutes about what to put down. Why? It's just DDR steps, right? Well, there are other people on the wide-world (wild world?) Internet that do the same, so I'm not alone. What do I (and we) see in these arrows that other people don't?

That's a great thing, that mystery. The fact that we see something there, something nice. What is it, exactly? That's the mystery. Something that feels right and precious. There's something very musical about it, but even there-- there's a lot of people that just aren't that into music. Like my roommate. I guess it's great to have something of your own that you can see that other people can't fully see. It's part of your personality. That's what's great about creative endeavors--you can see... yourself.

You know, this whole school year I've been living without a mirror in my room, because Reslife is too lazy to give me one. It's been really different from last year. And not as great. I think I would've liked my room a lot better, my dorm a lot better if I could've checked every now and then to make sure I'm still there, despite this place (this dorm. this evil dorm).

Yes. You can see yourself-- if that sounds narcissistic, does "find yourself" sound better? Either way...

And that made me think about religion. What's so great about spiritual experiences? Being able to see things that people can't see.

Then again, religion is also about union with other people, and supposedly about seeing the same thing together. Well, you can try to see the same thing together, but you can't be sure that you're actually seeing the same thing. Or that you're even looking for the same thing. I guess that's why religion is so damn confusing.

Maybe I'm wrong about two paragraphs ago. See? Religion is so confusing!



Anyway. Time to wonder about love, and other things more interesting, more interesting for the next few moments. I've watered this topic too much; it needs time to grow further.

Great. Now I'm speaking in platitudes (see a freewrite or two ago).

I WANNA GO HOME -- and be free to just be!

Even More Technology!

Ahoy! All freewrites begin with "Ahoy!"

I love tradition, and I love new technology, and I love how they mix so perfectly. I love math, and I love hearing my friend bitch about how he doesn't understand some of it, and I love getting higher grades faster. What a great place. I found yet another program that's not a web browser through which I can share my freewrites with you. This one is even more generic: "Blog Entry Poster".

Every time I find a new way to post, I'm going to do so immediately without discretion.

Peace out.

I Love Technology

Ahoy! All freewrites begin with "Ahoy!"

I'm posting this through E-MAIL!

That's right, E-MAIL!

Now that I've got Ubuntu running on my laptop, I can use Evolution to manage my e-mail again, and that makes it pure awesome. I see no reason to continue using the Internet any other way. All I need now is a means of accessing Wikipedia through email... and you know, it's not that far-fetched of an idea. All you'd need is a little daemon running on e-mail requests to fetch the page content and serve it back to you. I might write one of those soon. Wouldn't that be amazing?

School has become intense. Even my weekends are dedicated to doing work, sometimes really tedious work. I'm not sure I'm going to pass all of my classes because so much of the grades depend on so much of the tedious work that's hard to get done correctly and on time.

It feels good to write again. I've been writing in private a lot to relieve some of the stress. Reducing my social contact to almost nothing has its cost. I'm also not able to read as much as I'd like to, although every time I pick up another Orson Scott Card book in the Ender's Game series I end up just reading all night instead of sleeping and reaping the consequences throughout the next day. He's dangerous, I tell you.

Tonight I also finally got a chance to relax and play some video games. I'm completely burned out; this chance to completely immerse myself in a military simulation was so reviving, I might as well have been sleeping. After all this abstract traditional mathematics and concrete applied engineering, it's a relief to employ my mental resources designing combat strategy on the fly as a squad leader and devoting more energy to reflex action (not to mention I get to yell at my subordinates when they're insubordinate).

Playing violent games also gets the desire for violence out of my system. Sometimes when I get frustrated, I instinctively aim to remove the source of the problem, which so often is only through the removal of persons who exist as obstacles. Rational thought continually prevents me from ever even planning anything so ridiculous, but the instinct is still there. When I'm immersed in a game, though, the problems seem more immediate, more dangerous, more real, and the problems are life-threatening. Solving these by eliminating virtual foreigners completely removes the need to do the same in real life to real people. Usually a fix once in a week works fine.

Playing violent games makes me less violent. Strange.

I have a book you should all read that you've probably never heard of. Read "The Baron in the Trees", by Italo Calvino (translated from Italian by good old Archibald--what a name). I was quite impressed.

Now I'm unsure; do I end this freewrite e-mail like I end e-mails with my signature, or do I end it like I end freewrites?

I suppose it's not really an e-mail; it's been abstracted to a medium.

Peace out.