every time I have to carry my passport and my wallet at the same time, I get this little tiny shiver and a tiny little voice deep inside me says "...go."
and man...today...I really, really, really, want to listen.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
drat
t-minus 1.45 hours and counting.
my brain is full.
my equation sheet is two pages of tiny scribbly chickenscratch and a little overflow onto a third.
I don't have my knitting.
boo.
my brain is full.
my equation sheet is two pages of tiny scribbly chickenscratch and a little overflow onto a third.
I don't have my knitting.
boo.
Monday, May 12, 2008
*cue chorus of angels*
why?
because I have finished my last. ever. masteringphysics problem set.
whooooooo!
joy. rapture. a hard boiled egg.
and now, as a treat, I shall watch more Dexter.
which is pretty good, despite the fact that I find the way they're portraying Deborah to be totally contrary to my mental picture, which, since the guy who plays Vince and the guy who plays Doakes are dead on, will probably require rereading of the first two books. (yeah, like you'll have to twist my arm.)
although apparently the kids are normal, and not carrying mini Dark Passengers, which is sad, sad, sad.
c'mon. if CSI can have several sociopathic children on their show, why can't a Showtime show? I mean...it's Showtime. it's like HBO-fall asleep watching some funny little comedy, wake up to Super Real Sex XIXXI etc.
Friday, May 09, 2008
and what have we learned today, kids?
hippie-Beserkeley-earth friendly-Whole Foods marshmallows do not melt. they fuse. straight from puffed sugary gelatin to soft ball, with no gooey, near-liquidy stage in between.
so. annoying.
now my gorp bars (rice chex, pretzel sticks, peanut M&M's (or dairy-free choco chips, as the case may be) held together with peanut butter and marshmallows) are...really weird trail mix. well, maybe not. maybe when they cool they'll harden up, and when I once again have feeling in my hands (see aforementioned 'straight-to-soft ball*') I might be able to cut them and package them. still. Casey might be getting dairy-free wicked strange globules of trail mix.
*soft ball candy? yeah. 235 degrees.
it's definitely a Fail. tomorrow will tell whether it gets upgraded to Epic Fail.
Last lab ever tomorrow! in....13.5 hours! (hm, kind of late.)
which means....the great Stefano De Santis quote roundup! (my favorites are in bold.)
"What does this mean? Does this mean that Europeans are cooler than Americans?...no…well, yes, but…”
“so if you put an ice cube in vodka, it should not float as much as in water. But don’t try it, because it’s not the way to drink vodka.”
“like this, there is no acceleration, so you cannot open your jam can and you starve. So don’t move vectors, you’ll starve.”
“we study it for two reasons: one is the merry-go-round, which everyone loves, you know, kids and adults, especially in America, you know, we don’t have it in my land-
-wait, you don’t have merry-go-rounds?
-yes, but once you are past the age of seven, you grow, you lose the fascination, you know.”
“you go to the parking lot and spin around, you know, when the police aren’t looking.”
“you can figure out the velocity of the artillery and you can bomb Paris, if you like.”
“this is probably the best thing you’ve seen. It’s also the most lethal. We lose one every time.”
“there is a gun that you can cock- I can use this word in this case!-“
“and now the projectile goes inside bob…I don’t like this giggling, I don’t understand why…”
“that’s how you open the jar of nutella, you know- you guys know nutella? That’s very good, it helps the Italian economy.”
“Now why did I say this makes sense? It actually doesn’t make sense, but this is how you remember it.”
“in the foot? Can I do CPR?”
“then for V2 you got this V2 and you, with the, you know, the V2…*godfather voice*..is like Vito, eh? You find the V1, and take out (the) bob.”
“If the doctor was out of goo, then he could spit on you and still get decent results. …I know, because he did it to me.”
“I was trying to give you an intuitive explanation, but it doesn’t exist.”
“and the book, it explains…no, it does not explain, but it’s an article of faith, which, being easter…*shrugs*”
“maybe you have a cocktail. Tea is not enough. So…drink alcohol.”
“Hey, I almost got a scholarship. For kicker. …you laugh?!”
“is like you have to combine one woman, and not four. …that’s applied physics!”
“it looks weird. Is like… short man and tall woman. People look at you. I know!”
“so, before this makes any less sense…”
and here he is...
and you wonder why the only thing I dislike about physics lab is that it's on saturday afternoons up in the oakland hills.
so. annoying.
now my gorp bars (rice chex, pretzel sticks, peanut M&M's (or dairy-free choco chips, as the case may be) held together with peanut butter and marshmallows) are...really weird trail mix. well, maybe not. maybe when they cool they'll harden up, and when I once again have feeling in my hands (see aforementioned 'straight-to-soft ball*') I might be able to cut them and package them. still. Casey might be getting dairy-free wicked strange globules of trail mix.
*soft ball candy? yeah. 235 degrees.
it's definitely a Fail. tomorrow will tell whether it gets upgraded to Epic Fail.
Last lab ever tomorrow! in....13.5 hours! (hm, kind of late.)
which means....the great Stefano De Santis quote roundup! (my favorites are in bold.)
"What does this mean? Does this mean that Europeans are cooler than Americans?...no…well, yes, but…”
“so if you put an ice cube in vodka, it should not float as much as in water. But don’t try it, because it’s not the way to drink vodka.”
“like this, there is no acceleration, so you cannot open your jam can and you starve. So don’t move vectors, you’ll starve.”
“we study it for two reasons: one is the merry-go-round, which everyone loves, you know, kids and adults, especially in America, you know, we don’t have it in my land-
-wait, you don’t have merry-go-rounds?
-yes, but once you are past the age of seven, you grow, you lose the fascination, you know.”
“you go to the parking lot and spin around, you know, when the police aren’t looking.”
“you can figure out the velocity of the artillery and you can bomb Paris, if you like.”
“this is probably the best thing you’ve seen. It’s also the most lethal. We lose one every time.”
“there is a gun that you can cock- I can use this word in this case!-“
“and now the projectile goes inside bob…I don’t like this giggling, I don’t understand why…”
“that’s how you open the jar of nutella, you know- you guys know nutella? That’s very good, it helps the Italian economy.”
“Now why did I say this makes sense? It actually doesn’t make sense, but this is how you remember it.”
“in the foot? Can I do CPR?”
“then for V2 you got this V2 and you, with the, you know, the V2…*godfather voice*..is like Vito, eh? You find the V1, and take out (the) bob.”
“If the doctor was out of goo, then he could spit on you and still get decent results. …I know, because he did it to me.”
“I was trying to give you an intuitive explanation, but it doesn’t exist.”
“and the book, it explains…no, it does not explain, but it’s an article of faith, which, being easter…*shrugs*”
“maybe you have a cocktail. Tea is not enough. So…drink alcohol.”
“Hey, I almost got a scholarship. For kicker. …you laugh?!”
“is like you have to combine one woman, and not four. …that’s applied physics!”
“it looks weird. Is like… short man and tall woman. People look at you. I know!”
“so, before this makes any less sense…”
and here he is...
and you wonder why the only thing I dislike about physics lab is that it's on saturday afternoons up in the oakland hills.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
don't worry. what follows is hyperbole and dramatic license.
So every Thursday, I walk into physics and see what random stuff the people who have used the room before us have written on the board. things like People for Peptol meeting 8pm sat, or snippets of economics lectures, or typical incoherent Berserkley ramblings, or once half of a greek 3rd declension noun that I valiantly struggled with not correcting all through the waiting for lecture to start. (I rationalized that she'd have to erase the board when the lecture started...but she didn't...so...at the break I couldn't take it anymore and went up and finished it. the few class members still in the room gave me funny looks, but at least my brain stopped itching.)
Today, with a week to go before the physics final, the stuff on the white board?
Suicide Awareness Week.
and for the first time ever, I understand the appeal.
(-^ hyperbole. honest. not going to do anything. I just never ever understood the point, and now I kind of do. but I have The Boy. and Family. and Friends. and yarn. and books. and music. and mama ocean. so even if I'm feeling like I'm at the bottom of the emotional marianas trench, at least I'm not actually there.)
although, bad example, because that'd be cool.
also, there's an island called Kaffeklubben, which is the northernmost point on land. (coffee club.)
Today, with a week to go before the physics final, the stuff on the white board?
Suicide Awareness Week.
and for the first time ever, I understand the appeal.
(-^ hyperbole. honest. not going to do anything. I just never ever understood the point, and now I kind of do. but I have The Boy. and Family. and Friends. and yarn. and books. and music. and mama ocean. so even if I'm feeling like I'm at the bottom of the emotional marianas trench, at least I'm not actually there.)
although, bad example, because that'd be cool.
also, there's an island called Kaffeklubben, which is the northernmost point on land. (coffee club.)
Sunday, May 04, 2008
first GTA....
...and now Lost.
When The Boy was chugging his way through Stargate: SG-1, I would happily watch with him. in the beginning, just cos it's MacGuyver, then because it was entertaining, and after the time loop episode, I'd watch it just to giggle every time I saw Teal'c.
When that turned into Stargate: Atlantis, I watched because it was habit, and now because Kaylee (Jewel Staite) is the head doctor-person, which makes me giggle internally, cause...it's...kaylee. from firefly.
and then grand theft auto IV: liberty city came out and I lost him to the violence and the driving-into-stanchions-and-lightpoles because, y'know, city streets weren't meant for 90 degree turns at 90 miles per hour...in a mock escalade. this causes consternation, especially when it causes an uncontrolled spin and sticks him in place long enough for the police to catch up.
I'll watch a lot of video games. Tomb Raider, happily, even when the pseudo-attican temple puzzle was driving him crazy and I had to listen to the 'dying laura croft' soundbyte over and over and over. Mass Effect, sure, at least until the discord between the sound effects and the ambient music gets through my head and causes headache-by-resonance.
Not GTA. I'm not interested in trying to prevent others (provided they're over 18) from playing or owning or enjoying the game, but it's not getting my money, and it's not getting my time.
I digress.
Now, I've lost him to Lost. curses, foiled again.
what's the point? I watched the first season, mostly because my friends were watching and if I wanted to hang out, the syllogism had to be followed through. I was banned from speaking after the third episode. didn't really see the point- I understand that it's built around the development of the character instead of the development of the plot...but....seriously....at some point? the plot's gonna be kinda important.
I have some rabid friends who have been trying to get me to catch up on the seasons and they just know I'll be hooked because it's so awesome and intellectual and deep and wicked cool and I go 'yes, and boring' and I get the stunned look of sheer '...what?!'-ness.
and no, my dislike/avoidance/apathy in regards to Lost is not entirely based on the fact that a badly-animated polar bear menaced them. on a tropical island. polar + tropic = no. polar + much past subtropic = no.
they overheat- standing still- at 10 degrees C/50 degrees F.
they overheat in winter if they run too much. winter. polar winters.
running in for the attack or kill in tropical island? nuh-uh.
as an aside? best name ever for a lake: Lake El'gygytgyn.
especially since in cyrillic it looks even cooler. Эльгыгытгын.
When The Boy was chugging his way through Stargate: SG-1, I would happily watch with him. in the beginning, just cos it's MacGuyver, then because it was entertaining, and after the time loop episode, I'd watch it just to giggle every time I saw Teal'c.
When that turned into Stargate: Atlantis, I watched because it was habit, and now because Kaylee (Jewel Staite) is the head doctor-person, which makes me giggle internally, cause...it's...kaylee. from firefly.
and then grand theft auto IV: liberty city came out and I lost him to the violence and the driving-into-stanchions-and-lightpoles because, y'know, city streets weren't meant for 90 degree turns at 90 miles per hour...in a mock escalade. this causes consternation, especially when it causes an uncontrolled spin and sticks him in place long enough for the police to catch up.
I'll watch a lot of video games. Tomb Raider, happily, even when the pseudo-attican temple puzzle was driving him crazy and I had to listen to the 'dying laura croft' soundbyte over and over and over. Mass Effect, sure, at least until the discord between the sound effects and the ambient music gets through my head and causes headache-by-resonance.
Not GTA. I'm not interested in trying to prevent others (provided they're over 18) from playing or owning or enjoying the game, but it's not getting my money, and it's not getting my time.
I digress.
Now, I've lost him to Lost. curses, foiled again.
what's the point? I watched the first season, mostly because my friends were watching and if I wanted to hang out, the syllogism had to be followed through. I was banned from speaking after the third episode. didn't really see the point- I understand that it's built around the development of the character instead of the development of the plot...but....seriously....at some point? the plot's gonna be kinda important.
I have some rabid friends who have been trying to get me to catch up on the seasons and they just know I'll be hooked because it's so awesome and intellectual and deep and wicked cool and I go 'yes, and boring' and I get the stunned look of sheer '...what?!'-ness.
and no, my dislike/avoidance/apathy in regards to Lost is not entirely based on the fact that a badly-animated polar bear menaced them. on a tropical island. polar + tropic = no. polar + much past subtropic = no.
they overheat- standing still- at 10 degrees C/50 degrees F.
they overheat in winter if they run too much. winter. polar winters.
running in for the attack or kill in tropical island? nuh-uh.
as an aside? best name ever for a lake: Lake El'gygytgyn.
especially since in cyrillic it looks even cooler. Эльгыгытгын.
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