Beer cannon
Beer cannon - The best slow motion video of a beer can running through a cantelope that I have ever seen.
Beer cannon - The best slow motion video of a beer can running through a cantelope that I have ever seen.
Gumby theme - Katy found the Gumby theme. Just how I remember it!
Cautiously Optimistic - A this picture is great find by Mykala.
Visual Task Tips - Install this program, and when you hover your mouse over the task bar, it’ll give you a thumbnail preview of the represented window. Very useful. What caught my eye was this is extremely lightweight: just 90kb!
A fun picture - Someday, I’m going to write a blog post this awesome
Celebrities Playing Table Tennis - Check out the one of Conan.
If I did anything other than write this sentence to keep my promise of one week of consecutive updates, I would be wasting time I could be spending studying.
Nina works at the Binz Refectory, and has been there well beyond my four short years at St. Thomas. The thing that amazes me is her ability to stay cheerful, day in, day out, through all those years. I’ve stopped to get food from her in the balmy fall days of September, the early, dark, snowy mornings of February, and on springtime days looking forward to a summer change of pace. I am sure she’s been subect to belligerent students, dropped plates, and the monotony of a food service job … but she never seems unhappy.
Right now, I am trying to avoid unhappiness - stay cheerful and not get buried under life. Perhaps I could be happy working in food service - happiness seems to me to come more from within than from without. Regardless, I am waiting to hear back from dental schools, a nerve-racking game where I try to keep my hopes down so not to get disappointed upon bad news. I can’t help but invest my hopes into this future - I really want to see this dental school thing work out, it’s hard to function normally with it in the background.
I have to figure out how to be happy with or without acceptance.
I’d like to issue an apology to the rather frumpy student at the cafeteria who I made some incorrect assumptions about. I assumed that a rather unpleasant cocktail of body-odor type smells issuing from his general vicinity were due solely to his presence. However, I later found out that it was a unique combination of brocolli, cauliflower, vinaigrette, and (possibly moldy) bleu cheese dressing that were the source of the most unsavory and (un)surprisingly BO type smell.
Though I do not know who you are, and though I kept my incorrect and scurrilous assumptions to myself, I feel that I have come to know you better Mr. Random Cafeteria Guy. Freed from the shackles of reckless and uninformed prejudices and with a greater understanding of your hygiene, I feel empowered to think better of my fellow man, and of you.
I suddenly began humming and whistling “New York, New York” in biochem lab today, which in and of itself is not all that interesting (and a bit embarassing, as I am embarassed by most things that I do). However, when I got back to my room - amazingly - there were round-trip plane tickets to New York slid under my door! No, no there were not. That was a lie. A fib. A stretcher. In truth, I returned to my dorm room and promptly looked up the lyrics to said song.
I wanna wake up in a city, that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill - top of the heap
I got to thinking - why on earth did my brain dig this up from the dusty recesses of unconsciousness and catapult it all the way into my conscious mind? Do I want to be “king of the hill?” I haven’t felt any desire to be “top of the heap,” that I am aware of.
A strict materialist philosopher (as explained to me in philsoophy) believes that at some point, there must be a random deviation from “the typical” (much like London Dispersion Forces) in order for reality to exist as we know it. I remember this concept being described to me as a stream of particles all following a gravitational pull, and suddenly one jogs to one side, perpendicular to the flow. I vividly recall Dr. Laumakis’ hands tracing out these flowing particles in the air, then picking out a point at the tip of his finger and tracing it against the others. It was clear he didn’t really believe the materialistic viewpoint. I’m inclined to agree.
So, if my seemingly random memory wasn’t triggered by an actual random event inside my head, what caused it? Thinking through it, I’m forced to concede that my brain is doing much more than I am aware of. Information from all around me is streaming into my brain: snippets of conversations, music, posters on the walls, campus squirrels in my peripheral - some signal came through all that noise and triggered a memory. Sometimes I wish I could harness these subconsious powers of my brain - why can’t I read cell biology while coding PHP while running on a treadmill?
I’m wishing for a more boring version of the new show Heroes … here, the characters suddenly find they have superhuman powers. I wouldn’t want the moral baggage of near invincibility or teleportation, but I would settle for being able to do three things at once. Or two. I’ll take two.
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