Maybe it is a very good thing that sometime later in my life I will have to wake up early in the morning and work work everyday.
Because of this.
I resisted going to bed early tonight for some reason even though the past few days have been absolutely horrible thanks to my problem set. Maybe I'll think differently in the future.
Wow, writing this is impossible because Opera web browser makes typing so slow
Friday, 30 November 2007
Saturday, 24 November 2007
my thoughts, my thoughts my thoughts my thoughts
Whatchu gon do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
Well, I had to clean it out.
I'm talking about the trunk of my car. I cleaned it out this summer, and in doing so managed to erase a great part of my personal history. Listen. Most of that junk had been accumulating in there since graduation; so naturally there were a lot of happy moments stuffed in there. Each object gave off the gas of memory (wow, bad writing), from happy cards I got at graduation (and especially one in particular) to stars from the prom with the glitter-drawn names almost fully faded to pages and pages of sheet music from duets and songs I had played at piano concerts. This is not the whole list; tennis rackets, which even for a month or two weren't all mine, textbooks that I had failed to sell back to the Prep or to Tufts, and a bunch of beautiful clutter that made it difficult to get the replacement tire out of the car, remember that? Yes, with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk, I was ridin' dirty and rollin' for quite some time, but the time came to clean it out.
And so ended an era.
All that junk inside that trunk?
Well, I had to clean it out.
I'm talking about the trunk of my car. I cleaned it out this summer, and in doing so managed to erase a great part of my personal history. Listen. Most of that junk had been accumulating in there since graduation; so naturally there were a lot of happy moments stuffed in there. Each object gave off the gas of memory (wow, bad writing), from happy cards I got at graduation (and especially one in particular) to stars from the prom with the glitter-drawn names almost fully faded to pages and pages of sheet music from duets and songs I had played at piano concerts. This is not the whole list; tennis rackets, which even for a month or two weren't all mine, textbooks that I had failed to sell back to the Prep or to Tufts, and a bunch of beautiful clutter that made it difficult to get the replacement tire out of the car, remember that? Yes, with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk, I was ridin' dirty and rollin' for quite some time, but the time came to clean it out.
And so ended an era.
Sunday, 11 November 2007
Happy Belated Daylight Savings Time Ends Day!
I think this is one of the best rap verses of all time.
"It's time to set your clock back 'bout as long as you can"
-Ludacris, from "One Minute Man" by Missy Elliott
We're all (I think) going through some roughness here, so wait for the ludacris situations to go away and the daylight to return. Rough it out; it'll only seem like a minute in future retrospect.
hee hee
AHOY
"It's time to set your clock back 'bout as long as you can"
-Ludacris, from "One Minute Man" by Missy Elliott
We're all (I think) going through some roughness here, so wait for the ludacris situations to go away and the daylight to return. Rough it out; it'll only seem like a minute in future retrospect.
hee hee
AHOY
Friday, 2 November 2007
For the sake that we never separate...
...post some blog entries!!
(I'm referencing sp1.) Anyway, I spent today thinking about whether I'll major in Japanese or French, and the first four days of this week I was seeing all of the great sides of the Japanese major: overall better teaching, the professors are more motivated to try to court people over to the major so that means they care more about the students (in this case, it does, anyway), a culture so fascinatingly separate in appearance from our own, a language so undeniably different from ours, an AMAZINGLY beautiful country (upon visiting both France and Japan for 2 weeks each, it was by far the more beautiful country just speaking visually), a (allow me to use the word again) fascinating drive to constantly get more modern (what does that even mean?), and did I mention my homestay mother was crying when she said goodbye to us after just spending the weekend with her as my host for a homestay? And the Tufts program is in the prefecture right next to the one where she lives, so I'll definitely be able to visit!
But today, my mood was totally French major. Easier to fulfill the requirements, I can actually take and fully comprehend all the courses in the language (most Japanese culture courses are in English here as they are in the Tufts program in Kanazawa, and the couple that aren't I'd have to go to Kanazawa in order to take, and I wouldn't get to take those courses until senior year), I can read in the language (to be able to read a Japanese newspaper takes 10 semesters at least of study. Or was it 10 years?) and that means bury myself in some good literature at a Paris café, the abroad program forces immersion unlike the Japanese program which doesn't so much (they put all the foreign students in a foreign-students dorm), the social structure isn't so rigid, France doesn't have that drive I see in Japan to get constantly more modern (you see how that could be a bad thing in Japan if I ended up living there?)...
I really don't know. I'd go for the triple major, and that's also another option (actually, right now, dropping math as a major would be really cool, I think, but my parents wouldn't like that), but what I need the most is time. time To relax, to think, and to be human. That's what I had freshman year, and that's what lacks really badly right now. That's what undergrad is for.
(I'm referencing sp1.) Anyway, I spent today thinking about whether I'll major in Japanese or French, and the first four days of this week I was seeing all of the great sides of the Japanese major: overall better teaching, the professors are more motivated to try to court people over to the major so that means they care more about the students (in this case, it does, anyway), a culture so fascinatingly separate in appearance from our own, a language so undeniably different from ours, an AMAZINGLY beautiful country (upon visiting both France and Japan for 2 weeks each, it was by far the more beautiful country just speaking visually), a (allow me to use the word again) fascinating drive to constantly get more modern (what does that even mean?), and did I mention my homestay mother was crying when she said goodbye to us after just spending the weekend with her as my host for a homestay? And the Tufts program is in the prefecture right next to the one where she lives, so I'll definitely be able to visit!
But today, my mood was totally French major. Easier to fulfill the requirements, I can actually take and fully comprehend all the courses in the language (most Japanese culture courses are in English here as they are in the Tufts program in Kanazawa, and the couple that aren't I'd have to go to Kanazawa in order to take, and I wouldn't get to take those courses until senior year), I can read in the language (to be able to read a Japanese newspaper takes 10 semesters at least of study. Or was it 10 years?) and that means bury myself in some good literature at a Paris café, the abroad program forces immersion unlike the Japanese program which doesn't so much (they put all the foreign students in a foreign-students dorm), the social structure isn't so rigid, France doesn't have that drive I see in Japan to get constantly more modern (you see how that could be a bad thing in Japan if I ended up living there?)...
I really don't know. I'd go for the triple major, and that's also another option (actually, right now, dropping math as a major would be really cool, I think, but my parents wouldn't like that), but what I need the most is time. time To relax, to think, and to be human. That's what I had freshman year, and that's what lacks really badly right now. That's what undergrad is for.
Saturday, 27 October 2007
Soothiness
What are the properties of a human body after 11 hours of sleep?
1) Refresh!
2) Feel warm
3) Feel love
4) Let's go happy!
5) Math is cute animal
6) Connect
7) Take time
8) Make time
9) No languid
10) Have an enjoy
11) Happy Thanksgiving!!!
This has been brought to you like a good eggplant brings comfort, happiness, and with java.
1) Refresh!
2) Feel warm
3) Feel love
4) Let's go happy!
5) Math is cute animal
6) Connect
7) Take time
8) Make time
9) No languid
10) Have an enjoy
11) Happy Thanksgiving!!!
This has been brought to you like a good eggplant brings comfort, happiness, and with java.
Saturday, 20 October 2007
Fuel, desire, and ratings, stop, plug
This is a freewrite about epsilon as epsilon approaches nothing. Yet they still insist on it being about something, and that's why I hate real analysis.
My (this is funny--) grader for part of my problem set gave me a low grade and said something like the following: "I'm sorry to be so negative, but you should go see your professor about this, since he could tell you more than I could ever write down on a piece of paper." The funny part about this is that I HAVE DONE WELL ON THE PREVIOUS HOMEWORKS WHY ARE YOU SO SAD THAT I HAVE NOT HAPPENED TO DO SO HERE. That class is so stupid, I really don't want any more of it. But I'm stuck with 5.5 credits now (e.g. 6 classes, one of them being me basically getting credit for the programming work I did over the summer), so I'll just have to carry on.
I'm going to see Twelve Girls Band on Sunday with my family and hopefully some friends too. It should be fun; they're really good. My friends and the band. -- biatch!
My mind is spinning somewhat halfheartedly and I'm trying to get it to go the full 720. I think if I start doing more random shit I'll get that to happen. Stupid homework.
You know, I don't really like the fall, and I think it's because people have a harder time in the fall than in any other season, in my opinion. Me included? Yeah, probably, though it depends on the year sometimes (last winter was unbearable). This is obviously arguable, but arguments can cease like the shrillness of the abstractly bitchy, possibly gleeful autumn wind. (that's me trying to find a new way to describe the autumn wind) As in, don't accept it: let it flow?
Cease, ..., cease! Well, if you won't, that's what the winter's for.
And let the winter come.
Actually, no, don't. I'll fight the fall while it's here.
My (this is funny--) grader for part of my problem set gave me a low grade and said something like the following: "I'm sorry to be so negative, but you should go see your professor about this, since he could tell you more than I could ever write down on a piece of paper." The funny part about this is that I HAVE DONE WELL ON THE PREVIOUS HOMEWORKS WHY ARE YOU SO SAD THAT I HAVE NOT HAPPENED TO DO SO HERE. That class is so stupid, I really don't want any more of it. But I'm stuck with 5.5 credits now (e.g. 6 classes, one of them being me basically getting credit for the programming work I did over the summer), so I'll just have to carry on.
I'm going to see Twelve Girls Band on Sunday with my family and hopefully some friends too. It should be fun; they're really good. My friends and the band. -- biatch!
My mind is spinning somewhat halfheartedly and I'm trying to get it to go the full 720. I think if I start doing more random shit I'll get that to happen. Stupid homework.
You know, I don't really like the fall, and I think it's because people have a harder time in the fall than in any other season, in my opinion. Me included? Yeah, probably, though it depends on the year sometimes (last winter was unbearable). This is obviously arguable, but arguments can cease like the shrillness of the abstractly bitchy, possibly gleeful autumn wind. (that's me trying to find a new way to describe the autumn wind) As in, don't accept it: let it flow?
Cease, ..., cease! Well, if you won't, that's what the winter's for.
And let the winter come.
Actually, no, don't. I'll fight the fall while it's here.
Friday, 28 September 2007
Soulja Boy wants YOU -- enlist today
It's strange. It was going by so slowly, and now it's going by so fast.
28, September. You won't have to wake me up when it ends. I read a bit of the Public Journal, which is a Tufts literary publication filled with, uh, writings from people who must've written them when they were feeling really insecure. Or really sexually devious. Yeah, that inspired me to freewrite.
I think my creativity is back. Fuck that, it is back; it has to be! Stupid hesitant semicoloned sentence. HEY, you just got coloned! Well, semicoloned anyway.
Speaking of colons, real anal(ysis) made me pull an all-nighter. There goes never pulling an all-nighter at Tufts. It sedated me, though, I think. It got me back to working, to being nice, and to being creative. That was Monday night to Tuesday morning. What a bad problem set--- and what a better problem set it would've been had I started this earlier.
I'm typing this with the keyboard in my lap, and I'm awfully tempted to write stream-of-consciousness-style. By the way, French surrealism is really, really cool and quite inspiring. Basically, French surrealists wanted to do things in an "automatiste" manner-- meaning automatic, but not so much the way you might be thinking about it. As in, they wanted to escape from, well, the rational, and the thinking process. I hope I've got this right, because it matters for the eight-page paper that I'll have to write and that he hasn't even talked about (and it's due in three weeks). But yeah, I'm pretty sure it's right. We get to read surrealist poetry, and basically it consists frequently of long, just barely, barely sensible connections of images. They are all connected, but only very slightly. Just the right amount for it to mirror the least rational thought process possible. And it's pretty cool. I've failed to explain why I think it's so cool, but here's why maybe?:
It's impossible to escape one's thought process completely, unless you are in a coma, or some non-coma really bad state of inebriation. But the surrealists didn't want to settle for the weekly get-away from rationality; they wanted to be away from it all the time and LIVE without thought. Wow, capital letters; I must be into it, right? Ehh. Anyway, that's what the surrealists wanted to do-- live "automatically," free from the constraints of thought and reason. You might say that this is impossible and find it foolish to bother, but I realized something: the idea of trying to completely escape from rationality and thought is completely irrational. Now isn't that clever? And so nice. Ah, but you could point out another paradox: I just resolved this paradox in a rational way. ANOTHER PARADOX! or a disproof. Whatever.
So a girl wrote an article in the Daily about a girl's duty (her opinion, absolutely not mine) to give head to a guy in certain situations, and uh, it was not received very well by pretty much anyone. One person I know pointed out (in a letter to the Daily) that the article did nothing to point out the possibility of getting STDs from oral (canker sores and all that). Another thought it was not appropriate for the newspaper but said that it was good advice for girls. STUPID; the latter, I mean, who also characterized the article as overly liberal (uh, I don't see what makes an article on oral sex with no mentions of political shit at all liberal, especially since it's the OTHER side that claims it's merely exerting its First Amendment rights whenever it's written something horribly stupid. It's like saying, "Yes, it's stupid and we're stupider, but you're the STUPIDEST because the First Amendment exists and you didn't praise us for doing what the Constitution allows us to do." ). Too many parentheses. The paper is so pissy, and I guess I just bought into it by ranting on it so much. Oh well.
I drew a car on my friend's dry-erase board, drew CADILLAC on the side of the car, and strew the letters D and d on top of the car. It was a play on the song "Throw Some D's" by Rich Boy. He's talking about throwing dubs on a car (and instead of "car" he says "bitch")...
Finally, Kanye West and 50 Cent had this competition to see who would get #1 on the Billboard albums chart in the first week, and Kanye won. The hype shot his single "Stronger" to #1 on the singles chart for that week, unseating "Crank That (Soulja Boy)," by you know who, which was up there for 2 weeks. Now, Crank That just unseated Stronger and is back on top again. Soulja Boy must be so happy now.
28, September. You won't have to wake me up when it ends. I read a bit of the Public Journal, which is a Tufts literary publication filled with, uh, writings from people who must've written them when they were feeling really insecure. Or really sexually devious. Yeah, that inspired me to freewrite.
I think my creativity is back. Fuck that, it is back; it has to be! Stupid hesitant semicoloned sentence. HEY, you just got coloned! Well, semicoloned anyway.
Speaking of colons, real anal(ysis) made me pull an all-nighter. There goes never pulling an all-nighter at Tufts. It sedated me, though, I think. It got me back to working, to being nice, and to being creative. That was Monday night to Tuesday morning. What a bad problem set--- and what a better problem set it would've been had I started this earlier.
I'm typing this with the keyboard in my lap, and I'm awfully tempted to write stream-of-consciousness-style. By the way, French surrealism is really, really cool and quite inspiring. Basically, French surrealists wanted to do things in an "automatiste" manner-- meaning automatic, but not so much the way you might be thinking about it. As in, they wanted to escape from, well, the rational, and the thinking process. I hope I've got this right, because it matters for the eight-page paper that I'll have to write and that he hasn't even talked about (and it's due in three weeks). But yeah, I'm pretty sure it's right. We get to read surrealist poetry, and basically it consists frequently of long, just barely, barely sensible connections of images. They are all connected, but only very slightly. Just the right amount for it to mirror the least rational thought process possible. And it's pretty cool. I've failed to explain why I think it's so cool, but here's why maybe?:
It's impossible to escape one's thought process completely, unless you are in a coma, or some non-coma really bad state of inebriation. But the surrealists didn't want to settle for the weekly get-away from rationality; they wanted to be away from it all the time and LIVE without thought. Wow, capital letters; I must be into it, right? Ehh. Anyway, that's what the surrealists wanted to do-- live "automatically," free from the constraints of thought and reason. You might say that this is impossible and find it foolish to bother, but I realized something: the idea of trying to completely escape from rationality and thought is completely irrational. Now isn't that clever? And so nice. Ah, but you could point out another paradox: I just resolved this paradox in a rational way. ANOTHER PARADOX! or a disproof. Whatever.
So a girl wrote an article in the Daily about a girl's duty (her opinion, absolutely not mine) to give head to a guy in certain situations, and uh, it was not received very well by pretty much anyone. One person I know pointed out (in a letter to the Daily) that the article did nothing to point out the possibility of getting STDs from oral (canker sores and all that). Another thought it was not appropriate for the newspaper but said that it was good advice for girls. STUPID; the latter, I mean, who also characterized the article as overly liberal (uh, I don't see what makes an article on oral sex with no mentions of political shit at all liberal, especially since it's the OTHER side that claims it's merely exerting its First Amendment rights whenever it's written something horribly stupid. It's like saying, "Yes, it's stupid and we're stupider, but you're the STUPIDEST because the First Amendment exists and you didn't praise us for doing what the Constitution allows us to do." ). Too many parentheses. The paper is so pissy, and I guess I just bought into it by ranting on it so much. Oh well.
I drew a car on my friend's dry-erase board, drew CADILLAC on the side of the car, and strew the letters D and d on top of the car. It was a play on the song "Throw Some D's" by Rich Boy. He's talking about throwing dubs on a car (and instead of "car" he says "bitch")...
Finally, Kanye West and 50 Cent had this competition to see who would get #1 on the Billboard albums chart in the first week, and Kanye won. The hype shot his single "Stronger" to #1 on the singles chart for that week, unseating "Crank That (Soulja Boy)," by you know who, which was up there for 2 weeks. Now, Crank That just unseated Stronger and is back on top again. Soulja Boy must be so happy now.
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