Today.
Check local listings.
Interview with the Edmond Sun.
Today.
Check local listings.
Interview with the Edmond Sun.
Hello everyone. It’s been too long since I’ve posted. The
next installment of the Innermost Cabin stories is “Not a True Story”. Enjoy.
I’m about to embark tomorrow morning on a grand trip from Oklahoma City
to Los Angeles, for 22 hours. I’m going with Drew, who lives out
there with my friend Jon. I will be flying back to Oklahoma City
on the 18th. I hope to bump into as many people in LA as I
can. I went last year but only knew three people from LA.
This year I know at least ten.
Other than that I’ve been reading V. by Thomas Pynchon. I’ve finished The Crying of Lot 49
and will then move on to Mason & Dixon before tackling the
grand-daddy Pynchon book of all time, Gravity’s Rainbow. Wish me
luck, this is not an easy task.
Austin and I continue our work on Gamecube games. I have ordered
the hardware that will allow me to load my code from an SD card, so
everyone at Olin will finally get to see Snowlords in action!
Other than that I applied to some jobs at The MathWorks and
Apple. I will apply to some less ambitious places too so that I
don’t yet again come up empty-handed.
My next computer will be a Mac, perhaps a G5 tower. Mmm.
“Not a True Story”
Amanda Deinstadt
Kristina Putnam
1/3/98
This is not a true STORY
At ten of ten p.m. Me and my friend were eating raisins we both chocked!!
Lucky we didn’t die.
After that the disidid to go play and feed the brids. Then they went for a walk
in the woods They saw more brids. So they fed them. Amanda and Kristina both goth a big brid It bit off there hand! They still did not die.
They saw a werewolf. They both ran and ran. The werewolf finally goth them. He ate them! In 15 years there were two girls the same age the died to the Same Way.
The End
I’m back in Oklahoma City for Thanksgiving.
Last night I went to Rima’s birthday party and saw some old
faces. Afterwards we watched Spongebob Squarepants: The Movie,
and I believe I was the only person to laugh at the fact that the
boss’s name is Eugene Krabs. Eugene Krebs was a perrennial
Socialist presidential candidate back around the 1920s.
Today we had early Thanksgiving in Enid. We had some good
lasagna. Also, my grandfather gave us his 1985 Toyota Camry,
which hit exactly 100,000 miles on the drive home. I am
considering taking it up to Boston, but it’s not looking too up to that
task as of now.
Time for part two of the Innermost Cabin series.
Nature
Greg Miller
no date
The cabin is great, small, warm, quite, and peacefull. The trails long and spooky! nature just singing birds, the ruffles of the water the trees swaying back and forth, the wind blowing, deer running, and frogs jumping from lilypad to lilypad. Nature is great. Till the one eyed deer hunts you down and craps on you. So be aware of the dunt dunt dunnnnn the One Eyed Deer
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. To tide things over, I’m going
to start posting some of the Stories from Innermost Cabin.
Freshman year, 4 of us stayed at the Innermost Cabin
at the Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary. In the guestbook, we
found a bunch of stories written by schoolchildren that had stayed
before us.
Now, get ready for the first installment, “The Coyote Man”
2/23/01
Greg Miller
The Coyote Man
Walking down the icy path to get to the cabin I saw a coyote but it didn’t look like one eather, and then I saw it a Coyote Man we were all scared to death, so we ran to the cabin, we were safe. When we got to the cabin me and my friend Justin wrote in the Jurnels and and Started to make a fire. Then we started to burn up from the fire so we took a walk out to the bathrooms to cool off a little and then it Happend Coyote Man jumped out and pit a piece of Justin’s arm then Justin got eatin It was grose. I was running realy fast to get to the babin then Justin’s dad tripped and Coyote Man eat the whole half of his body now I was scared. Walking down the path hearing footsteps all the Sudden it happend Coyote Man bit my head right off.
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October 19, 2004 - Tape date
January 26, 2005 - Air date
Hello everyone.
So it’s been awhile since my last update.
No photos today. I’ve taken a lot in these last ten days or so, but those will come later.
I’m back home in Oklahoma now. Nothing much going on here.
In fact, I’ve seen much fewer people than I usually would have since
I’ve gotten back.
Last weekend I stayed with my roommate Dan at his house in Somerville,
Massachusetts. On the days while everyone was working at their
internships, I wandered down Highland Ave. near Davis Square and
snapped a ton of pictures of typical Americana.
While in the Boston area, Dan, Tommy, and I went to the Skellig bar in
Waltham and competed in the trivia contest. We started strong,
but ended with a fairly miserable showing, coming in dead last.
One round left us with zero points earned. Unfortunately we will
be unable to show them what we really are capable of because Dan and I
will have a Mathematical Analysis class in which we will prove the
calculus from scratch on Mondays from 9:30 to 11:30 pm this
semester. What better way to pass the time.
I started and finished Fermat’s Enigma, a book on solving the most
famous mathematical problem of the last few centuries, Fermat’s Last
Theorem. Since then I’ve completed the first four chapters of the
9/11 Commission Report.
The last few nights have seen countless hours spent on trying to get
multiplayer Red Alert, Red Alert 2, Quake II, Quake III, or Warcraft
III working properly. Our best successes have been
cross-platform, ironically.
I will take a picture of my family’s new poker chips for the next post.
Last Wednesday Cagle and her friend Erin came from Alabama to visit for three days.
We wandered around the Big Apple and hit a lot of cool shops in
Greenwich Village, where I snagged some good vinyl and a really cheap
hardcover
copy of Thomas Pynchon’s Mason and Dixon to add to my to-read list.
I found this picture on the wall at Famiglia’s Pizza, a nice New York pizza joint. My brother will appreciate it.
Tucker, Cagle, Erin, and I went to Jacques Torres’s chocolatier in Brooklyn for my third time. I found these chocolate sculptures in the back room:
We walked back over the Brooklyn Bridge, for my fourth time. I
found this spray-painted into the concrete of the bridge walkway.
I hate it when people spray paint messages on stuff using
stencils. It’s tacky and rude, but at least in this particular
case it supports my political cause, albeit to an extreme.
We ran into a b-boy posse breakdancing for the crowd later that day.
The next day we ran into a large group of firefighters and police
unexplainedly axing their way into a Borders bookstore which otherwise
seemed fine.
We ate at a nice little Greek restaurant in the Village, and I ordered
pastichio, a traditional Greek dish that my mother and grandmother make
every once in a while since my grandfather has full Greek blood.
The pastichio was excellent, the salad was wonderful in its feta glory,
and the baklava was just what I like, proving that I do indeed have
Greek blood running in my veins.
On Saturday after the two girls left Tucker, Mara, and I went kayaking
in the Hudson River. If you go to the end of Riverside Park by
72nd Street, they have a little platform set up where you can hop on a
kayak for free for up to 20 minutes, or up to 2 hours on Fridays.
The journey offered a wonderful view of Manhattan, dominated in this particular area by a series of Trump condominium buildings.
Dan drove down from Boston later that day and stayed the night.
We ran around town some more and ended up in Hoboken, NJ, for my final
trip to visit Emily at Stevens. Dan grabbed some of my belongings
to help me in my upcoming move to Boston for the weekend before my
flight home next Wednesday.
On the way back from work on Monday, Tucker and I ran into a strange sight:
Sorry for the gruesome imagery, but whatever got to this bird left the
wings and only the wings entirely intact. Very strange.
Today Tucker, Mara, and I ate at an Afghanistan restaurant. I
loved it! I didn’t expect to, since I had nothing to base
expectations on. I am now convinced that orange rind should be
put into every dish.
After putting in a little more work on the synth, Mara and I watched a
bootleg copy of Fahrenheit 9/11, which I found to be suprisingly devoid
of any real argument or fresh, important details about its title
disaster.
I highly recommend the 9/11 Commission Report for anyone who wants a
serious look into the reality of the situation. You can grab a
recording of an executive summary free on iTunes right now. I
much prefer to read it, however, and want to buy a copy sometime
soon. It’s now on my Amazon wish list. Go be curious and poke around on it if you like.
My luck continues to rise. When I walked home from work today I
found a Yamaha DX7 synthesizer with 61-key keyboard lying against a
trash can to be thrown out. I snagged it and left a note behind
in case the person didn’t mean to throw it out.
However, the state of the keyboard suggests it was ready to be thrown out. For example, the power cable has come loose.
I am an electrical engineer, so this does not faze me in the
slightest. Soon I will grab a soldering iron and make it work to
the best of my abilities.
The Yamaha DX7 was a popular synthesizer of the 1980s, and make a lot
of the defining sounds of eighties music. Its quality isn’t
wonderful, from what I’ve heard, but it’s a synthesizer nonetheless and
I’m sure I can find good uses for it, especially as a keyboard
controller for my computer music setup.
After I had spent hours waiting in the rain to get tickets to the
Shakespeare in the Park show in Central Park, and after the rain fully
cleared up, they cancelled the show. However, before I got in
line for standby tickets, I did manage to snap some pictures of a
completely burnt car on the side of the road.
The flames completely destroyed the interior, leaving a metallic shell.
Today I ate dinner outside on patio seating at Max SoHa, a most
wonderful Italian restaurant less than a block from my apartment.
The food is excellent and the atmosphere very comfortable and familial.
“SoHa” stands for “South of Harlem,” and we’ve similary named our startup synthesizer software company SoHa Sound Design,
in reference to where the development actually took place. We’re
hoping to finish up a release candidate of the final synthesizer by the
time I leave New York on August 11, and have a final 1.0 version ready
for sale a few weeks thereafter.
Cagle and her friend come up to visit me for a few days on Wednesday
and Dan comes up on Saturday, so my week should be filled with plenty
of excitement.
Today I received a postcard from the daily version of Who Wants To Be A
Millionaire. They accepted me into the contestant pool and more
likely than not they will call me in the next month or two and give me
a tape date. The daily version has no Fastest Finger, so if I got
on I would be directly in the Hot Seat.
The synth project goes well. We should have a final product ready
in a week or two. The last few days have been slow, but today
something clicked and both Tucker and I made incredibly impressive
progress. The sound quality has increased tremendously and our
product has a lot of potential, in my humble opinion. OK, maybe
it’s not as humble as possible.
The other day the entire ISE office went to Mama Mexico, a fairly good Mexican restaurant:
My boss Chris is on the left. He’s gotten me hooked on the egg
and cheese sandwiches with Tabasco sauce that they sell on the street
corner by our office. It tastes better than it probably sounds.
Lately, some of the workers in the office have been clearing out old
equipment and files to put in the dumpsters. I snapped a quick
pic of some vacuum tubes in one particularly old piece of equipment:
The next book on my reading agenda is Mind at Light Speed: A New Kind of Intelligence
by David D. Nolte. Every book I’ve read this summer has tied into
cognition, how the senses work, or quantum theory. This book
manages to tie all three concepts together and draw even more links
between the variety of new things I’ve learned about in prior
books. I’m surprised how in what I thought was a seemingly random
assortment of books I have happened onto the same major concepts three
or four times now.
I have now covered the paranoid angle, the medical angle, the artistic
angle, and finally the scientific angle of such things as neural
theory, quantum physics, and how we perceive images.
I spent Monday in Hoboken, NJ, with my old friend Emily. She’s a
photographer so as soon as I got there we went to a shoot she had been
hired for.
She captured the essence of a Wall Street entrepreneur’s million dollar
apartment. I chatted him up on wine and travel and he predicts
that Argentina will be the next great wine producer in the next decade
or so. I’ll keep an eye out.
Afterwards, we went to the Stevens Institute of Technology bowling
alley, and I rolled a series of three bowling games. Although I
threw some great balls, I tended to step over the foul line and this
particular alley made sure not to count two of my strikes and one seven
pin frame, so I didn’t even break 100 on my first game. I plan on
going bowling more this school year.
Tomorrow will be Shakespeare in the Park in Central Park (if we can get
tickets this time) and Saturday will be my second short story event at
Columbia. The short story events involve a bunch of people (who I
met through Tucker) collecting together and reading aloud their
favorite short stories. It’s simple, envigorating, and human to
listen to others tell stories. Lately, attendees have been
encouraged to write their own short stories to tell at the next
session. I might attempt to bring this concept to Olin.
I have spent the last few days with little social interaction.
Today when my friend Mara came to my room I started blabbing about a
million different things, because I had saved up stuff to talk
about. I must have appeared quite manic. She seemed OK with
it though and manically spoke back so I guess it was fine.
Over the course of the last two days I have decided that the world is starting to fall apart. Here is my evidence:
Hello everyone. I have several important Grant updates for the last couple days.
Last Tuesday, July 13, 2004, I went to the free Fountains of Wayne
concert at the World Financial Center downtown. The World
Financial Center is right across the street from the World Trade Center
site. I snapped this pic of the new WTC station that opened up
earlier this year:
Anyway I made my way to the back side of the big huge indoor Winter
Garden at the WFC, where all sorts of people started crowding around
the stage outside.
They played a good set and poked a little fun. At one point, the
lead singer changed around some lyrics to Radiation Vibe for old
diehard fans like me to pick up, since parents and kids made up the
majority of the audience due to the newfound recent success of their
latest album. They came out for a double encore, which now marks
the second time I’ve seen them do a double encore, although both times
it seemed like they weren’t planning to.
I was worried I wouldn’t hear “The Biker Song” this time, but they
finally played it in the double encore, so this concert marks the first
time in a while that the band played every song I wanted to hear.
Hmm, well all except “Troubled Times” I guess. The band hails
from New Jersey, and many of their songs deal with places in New Jersey
or New York City, which made the show even better. My favorite
song by them right now, “Sick Day”, takes place on a PATH train from
New Jersey, so after the show I got them to sign my PATH Quick Card,
although they seemed confused at first as to the reference. On
top of that they seemed a little drunk and partially deaf,
unfortunately.
The lead singer, Chris Collingwood said that he used to work in this building on the 35th floor (he’s the one on the right):
On Thursday I again tried out for Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, the
daily version. This time I passed the test and got to the
interview process. They took a Polaroid of me and the interviewer
seemed pretty interested in several things that I had to say, so in
three or four weeks I will know if I am eligible to be on the show.
After that, I met up with Leighton and we went to the lounge of the new
Mandarin Oriental hotel up on the 35th floor. Here was our view
of Central Park:
After that we had lunch at a wonderful restaurant called Eatery with
prices much lower than the quality of the food. After that we
went hotel lobby hopping and ended up at a really posh lobby at W Hotel
in Times Square and the incredible world’s largest lobby at the New
York Marriott Marquis:
Yes, this picture was taken indoors. To give a little
perspective, those are balconies off of each floor which face down into
the atrium. Leighton took a business call, and I relaxed and
almost fell asleep:
After that I returned to the apartment and fell asleep for six
hours. I have ruined my daily schedule entirely, so now I’m going
to go program some more for the software project Tucker and I work on
all the time.
Ciao.
Saturday the fabled trip to Staten Island finally took place. We
hopped on the red line subway and transferred to the Staten Island
Ferry, a big free boat.
Standing at the extreme front of the ship offered this view:
I have now seen both Statues of Liberty. After the French donated the statue, they erected a smaller copy in Paris, which I saw by chance out of the side of a train car during my trip there two years ago.
Upon arriving on Staten Island, we proceeded to the New York Chinese
Scholar’s Garden
at the Staten Island Botanical Garden. For everyone less familiar
with New York City, Staten Island makes up a large portion of New York
City, and is one of the five boroughs along with Manhattan, Queens, the
Bronx, and Brooklyn. Staten Island is mostly surburban as opposed
to the other boroughs, featuring malls instead of skyscrapers.
However, the Chinese Scholars Garden, the first of its kind in the
United States, offered an escape from the trappings of city life:
OK, this first picture wasn’t from the Chinese Scholar Garden per se,
but instead from a smaller garden within the botanical garden.
This mosaic was made by a traditional Chinese scholar garden artist who
uses materials around him. The white parts were rice bowls he
broke from the kitchen without asking and the green parts are Heineken
bottles.
We continued to a blatant “secret” garden, which was closed.
Since we had paid for admission, we felt it acceptable to hop onto the
wall and sit for awhile. As the photographer, I do not appear in
these photos.
Afterwards Tucker impressively hopped onto a nearby and somewhat inaccessible tree:
We ended the day by watching King Arthur, which not unlike Lord of the
Rings did not strike my fancy. I did manage to stay awake for
this one, fighting hard at times. I did enjoy the show for what
it was, but I could not suspend disbelief long enough to really care
about what was going on.
Today at work during my lunch break a bird flew over and perched on my outside table in the rain:
He rejected my offer of a small morsel of tomato (the red spot in the
picture), but violently grabbed Tucker’s offering of a little piece of
bread and cheese and flew away fast enough that he could be sure we
couldn’t reconsider.
Hello everyone. Today I didn’t take any pictures, so I will pull some from my summer archives.
On June 26, 2004, several other Olin students and I toured the city. I
snapped this picture of the Empire State Building while laying down on
the sidewalk:
To appease all of my kitchen ceiling’s fans, presenting the final installment of the Kitchen Ceiling Chronicles:
She’s a beauty. The kitchen has returned to normal, except that
now the gas range and stove do not light themselves. Therefore,
we our celebratory tuna sandwiches went uncooked. However, all
was not lost. I discovered the new entry to our kitchen today, a
mirror nailed to a cabinet door:
This mirror reflects a style found throughout the apartment.
Today I did laundry at B. Bubbles, Inc.
While there, I snapped a picture of a man lugging far more cans down
the street than I could ever hope for, a commonplace occurrence in a big
city such as this one.
Today I finished a book I had borrowed from Tucker called The Evolution of Useful Things: How everyday artifacts—from forks and pins to paper clips and zippers—came to be as they are. I’ve finished two books so far this summer. The first was The Crying of Lot 49
by Thomas Pynchon, which I found very captivating, despite its immensely
obscure references and themes. One of my life goals is to finish
Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow,
a most dense and unfriendly book which introduces ridiculous characters
nonstop and shoots around from the history of plastic to political
theory to differential equations to German folk songs often within one
sentence.
But for now, the next book on my list is the Olin College summer reading, Phantoms in the Brain,
by V.S. Ramachandran, M.D., Ph.D. and Sandra Blakeslee, a book
concerning cognitive syndromes and how they reveal insights into our
own mental functions.
Hello everyone. Time for the daily kitchen ceiling update.
My cell phone alarm did not go off because I had it set to “Ringer
off”. Personally I’d rather have the alarm go off regardless of
the ringer setting. However, my late start this morning meant
that I was fifteen minutes late to work today, allowing me to witness
the arrival of three painters. Here is their ladder:
The kitchen ceiling now looks like
this:
Certainly not as nice as before but now the kitchen is usable again. Tomorrow we will make tuna sandwiches to celebrate.
Here is my itinerary for next week:
| Saturday, July 10, 2004 |
The long-awaited trip to Staten Island might occur on this date if I push hard enough. |
| Tuesday, July 13, 2004 | Maybe I will go see Fountains of Wayne play a free show. It's first-come first-served, so I'm not sure if I would be able to make it in time. |
| Thursday, July 15, 2004 | My second audition time for "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" will hopefully see me get past the pre-test and get the interview. I think I could kill in an interview, but maybe I'm overconfident. |
| Thursday, July 15, 2004 | My roommate from this previous
year, Mr. Leighton Ige, will visit New York City for the day. We
will probably go catch dinner. |
Ceiling update: The waterproof latex paint that caught the water
and sagged down off of the ceiling has mysteriously disappeared,
leaving behind dripping scars.
Other than that, a most uneventful day. I got a new assignment at
work, which will be my first PHP + MySQL web application ever.
Some pigeons:
And finally, a picture of the Guggenheim that I took on June 20, 2004:
Hello everyone and welcome to New York City.
You’re on 123rd Street between Amsterdam and Broadway:
You approach 522 W 123rd St., affectionately known as “The Lorraine”
Why it’s named The Lorraine I will never know. No other building
anywhere near has a name. After going up a couple flights of
stairs you find yourself in Apt. 3W and enter.
You stop by the kitchen:
You look up at the ceiling:
You notice that something doesn’t look right, and it’s not just that
the light fixture is an uncovered power-saving fluorescent bulb that is
connected by thinly insulated wires which go right behind the
electrical sockets and are held to the side of the wall by metal screws
through the insulation which are painted white. Those bulbs are
in the other rooms. The kitchen has a problem all its own.
This morning I was awakened by two Chinese men asking me if I had a
“twisted pair wire cutter thing”, which meant an ethernet cable
crimper. One was the landlord and the other was the father of the
two high school kids who will be moving into our apartment. We
networked the entire house today.
After that, Tucker baked some cookies using his old recipe from his mother. We noticed a large bulge in the ceiling.
Looks like a leak from the floor above somehow. Our apartment
used to be three bedrooms, but two of the bedrooms were split with
cheap fake walls, which were put right on top of the carpet.
Tucker slid a wire under the wall between our rooms when we wired the
house up. It’s nice to know that we can slide things to each
other under the wall at any time.
I had a great Fourth of July! I tagged along with Tucker and his
friends and went to DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge) to watch
purportedly the largest fireworks show in the nation.
You can see the Brooklyn Bridge right in front of the fireworks, which
were a couple miles from us just south of the tip of Manhattan.
We were on some rocks right next to the Brooklyn-side pylon of the
Manhattan Bridge:
The skyline looked like this:
Today I downloaded Fahrenheit 9/11 after I read that Michael Moore
doesn’t care if people pirate his movie. I will watch it soon,
probably with my friend Mara from downstairs. I previewed the
first few minutes and found a lot of hype without a lot of argument, as
I expected. You can download Fahrenheit 9/11 too, while supplies last. (UPDATE: you will need BitTorrent in order to download it, and this version is missing about 20 minutes concerning the Patriot Act)
The only things I ate today were several of Tucker’s cookies and a bowl of Chilled Gazpacho soup from Josie’s. Tomorrow might be another Taco Bell day.
Hello again everyone. I have just returned from Spiderman 2, and I loved it. I am a big sucker for comic book movies. I read a review today on Yahoo! Movies:
In a time when losers decide to profit off dead Americans and reek propaganda unseen since the fall of the Soviets, comes a movie worth every penny! A movie that assumes that we’re not all brainless idiots! However, just people looking for a solid sense of entertainment in contrary to hidden issues masking political bloopers, infamous outtakes, and puppetry of audience perception.So as all of my more liberal friends groan, I want to touch on why I love the concept of comic books and superheroes. I feel that the classic characters, from Spiderman to Batman and everywhere in between, represent a lot of what goes on in American life. Watching Peter Parker not meet rent while I’m paying rent for the first time, and seeing him go around New York, my current home, and Columbia University, my current employer, bring reality into such a fake movie.
i hate to see your broken faceSome might see a few of those lines as being bitter. Sure, they are, but what better thing to be bitter about than the cynics who are not willing to work to improve their situation? Don't get me wrong, I think cynicism is incredibly important in life, but the next time you're down, just do something to make things better.
this world would give you anything
as long as you will want to
as long as you will want to
i hate your state of hopelessness
and that vain articulateness
your loser type wreck wanna be
not a pretty sight really
in another world it'd be funny
i hate to see your broken face
a lazy life of fatal waste
of fashionable cynicism
the poison they want you to drink
oh no man that's too easy
oh no man that's too easy
we weren't talking bout happiness
apply your leading potential
to be useful to this planet
the world would give you anything
as long as you will want to
as long as you will want to
I told myself I would never stoop to such a level as having a website I didn’t code myself. But then I succumbed.
Dan told me that in order to have a good blog I can’t just talk about
what I’ve been up to. I need to talk about the ideas I’m having
and try to make my blog something worth reading. Challenge
accepted.
My first big idea: I’ve tried to eliminate my usage of
exclamation points recently. I realized that if what I’m saying
needs an exclamation point in order to get its point across, I haven’t
written it effectively. I often catch myself putting exclamation
points on every other sentence of emails I write, especially the CORe
Digest. I might leave them in for the CORe Digest since I’m not
exactly going to take the trouble to strip them out by hand from what
people send me.
If you’re not from Olin you probably don’t care one bit about the CORe
Digest. For the curious, I put out a weekly email newsletter to
the campus as part of my role on the student government.
Too much going on!
So far this week, I have slept through my business class, I have prepared and performed PCR to sequence my own DNA, I have been trained by an improv comedy professional, I have gone to a class at an all-girls school, I have visited a sleep lab and tried on equipment, I have given a presentation at the faculty meeting, I have participated in a discussion about the entire curriculum of my school, I have chatted at length with the CEO of a small biotech company, and I have run a planning meeting for the student politics organization of my school, of which I am the president.
This school has to be the strangest place on Earth.
I should be working on my Circuits lab to make white noise, or writing an article for the school newspaper, or writing some reflections for Business, or for Design, or I could finally get around to declaring my major, which I decided on years ago, or I could...
go to sleep.
And yes, this webpage does still exist.
Tetris!
I remixed the Tetris A theme from the Game Boy. “Tetris A (Filter House Remix)” is now available on the Grant Music page.
Life is good.
This weekend will be very busy, however. Tomorrow I am booked straight through from 9:30 am to 6:00 pm. I will have a couple hours to breathe, followed by the MCM, which will claim most of my life until this upcoming Monday. As for everything else, life is good.
BSE will live on!
BSE has one fewer member, as you may well have heard. Chris, you will be missed, but we will keep in touch and the Chris spirit will still be with us this semester. Stuff happens. Time is always a good thing. Oh, and I'm in no way implying that you are no longer part of BSE. The Best Semester Ever will live on.
Tomorrow is my first Wellesley class! I can't wait to see the reaction of all the girls. This shall be interesting.
I'm reading The Double Helix by James Watson, co-discoverer of the double helix structure of DNA. Re-reading, that is. My Biology class at Olin requires it, but so did my AP Biology class, so I've read it before.
I just watched the Olin Challenge PBS spot and I must say things have changed dramatically since Partner Year. I'm listening to "Kernkraft 400" by Zombie Nation. Man things have changed. Right now I am in a nest of social conflicts of interest, but don't worry, I will take each of my friends at face value and well consider why I ever became his or her friend in the first place.
If this post sounds cryptic, that's because it is. Lately I feel like a changed man, ready to take on the world and what it has available for me. I'll give you a status report after this weekend.