So I wrote a few posts ago that my current research project at school has run into a few dead ends. Since then, it's run into a few other dead ends. I still haven't given up hope, though.
I go through lots of ups and downs with this project. I frequently lose and regain faith in it. The loss of faith comes from the poor results I generate through simulation. The regaining of faith comes from nothing. I don't have any good reasons to have faith in the project any more, but I still do. I think there are at least a couple really unique and interesting contributions that I can make to this area of research, so I think this paper should be published, but it'll be hard selling that to anyone else. For now, I'll stick with it.
This project is one that I stumbled upon by myself with no spurring from my advisor. I don't feel any pressure from him one way or the other. He thinks the topic is interesting, but hard to publish in (like I just said). I think he's just glad I'm doing something that *could* lead (maybe) to a publication. Honestly, if I weren't working on this current project I don't know what else I would do. Maybe latch on to someone else's work? Help in some way and get my name as a 4th author on some paper? That's not too bad of an idea, but I do like being in control of my destiny, for now.
I still don't feel like talking about the project's specifics, but I will say that I'm getting more and more familiar with how valuable last level cache hits are.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
the doctor
Not that doctor. Or that doctor. Or that one. Soon after I posted about YouTube, another video appeared in my subscription box that I enjoyed, and I realized I didn't give its creator due credit as running one of the still-watchable content producers on YouTube.
His name is Dr. Stuart Ashen, and his YouTube name is ashens. I have to really stress the "doctor" bit. He's not a medical doctor. Instead, he holds a PhD in ... I don't know. But he claims it's real, and I think anyone who has, will have, or claims to have a PhD deserves the utmost respect. In fact, you should probably just send me some money out of appreciation for what I may do someday.
Anyway, ashens is one of the great YouTube personalities. His videos are characterized by shots of a ragged brown couch, in front of which he places things and films them with his disembodied hands extending from behind the camera, waving around. That's about all there is to it. Well, he does also show off the items he's filming, and talks about their virtues (not much) and shortcomings (much). And THAT'S all there is to it.
The funny part is that he shows off terrible products in his videos. It's kind of like Jay Leno making fun of advertisements, except instead of Jay you get a British guy with a funny accent, and instead of advertisements (this time, pronounce it Britishly in your mind's ear), you get the actual products. He has covered many, many "PopStation" products, which try to play off the popularity of the PlayStation brand and design, but really are just terrible old Tiger Electronics-esque LCD games. They are terrible. Also, he shows off things that can be found at "Pound Land" ("pound" as in the money, so it's like a dollar shop).
These videos are very entertaining, but unfortunately not everything with ashens is great. Sometimes ... well, sometimes he goes in front of the camera. When he's behind the camera he just ad libs everything he says and it's great, but in front of the camera he seems to always follow some kind of script. This is a bad idea. It doesn't work for him. Maybe he just needs more practice. I don't know, but it just doesn't seem to work.
It's even worse when he has to be onscreen with another person. However, he recently interviewed someone while having a lightsaber battle with them, and that was pretty good. In general, though, ashens is at his best when he's by himself behind a camera complaining about PopStations (again). For that, I recommend him greatly, although if you run into him in any other format, please try to forgive him and remember what makes him one of the best personalities on YouTube.
His name is Dr. Stuart Ashen, and his YouTube name is ashens. I have to really stress the "doctor" bit. He's not a medical doctor. Instead, he holds a PhD in ... I don't know. But he claims it's real, and I think anyone who has, will have, or claims to have a PhD deserves the utmost respect. In fact, you should probably just send me some money out of appreciation for what I may do someday.
Anyway, ashens is one of the great YouTube personalities. His videos are characterized by shots of a ragged brown couch, in front of which he places things and films them with his disembodied hands extending from behind the camera, waving around. That's about all there is to it. Well, he does also show off the items he's filming, and talks about their virtues (not much) and shortcomings (much). And THAT'S all there is to it.
The funny part is that he shows off terrible products in his videos. It's kind of like Jay Leno making fun of advertisements, except instead of Jay you get a British guy with a funny accent, and instead of advertisements (this time, pronounce it Britishly in your mind's ear), you get the actual products. He has covered many, many "PopStation" products, which try to play off the popularity of the PlayStation brand and design, but really are just terrible old Tiger Electronics-esque LCD games. They are terrible. Also, he shows off things that can be found at "Pound Land" ("pound" as in the money, so it's like a dollar shop).
These videos are very entertaining, but unfortunately not everything with ashens is great. Sometimes ... well, sometimes he goes in front of the camera. When he's behind the camera he just ad libs everything he says and it's great, but in front of the camera he seems to always follow some kind of script. This is a bad idea. It doesn't work for him. Maybe he just needs more practice. I don't know, but it just doesn't seem to work.
It's even worse when he has to be onscreen with another person. However, he recently interviewed someone while having a lightsaber battle with them, and that was pretty good. In general, though, ashens is at his best when he's by himself behind a camera complaining about PopStations (again). For that, I recommend him greatly, although if you run into him in any other format, please try to forgive him and remember what makes him one of the best personalities on YouTube.
Friday, March 18, 2011
listening to the shins
I was first introduced to The Shins 5+ years ago. That's a good way to say that. The first album I heard by them was "Chutes Too Narrow," their second album. This defined for me what they were "supposed" to sound like. My friend who introduced me to them knew them from their first album, which he claimed to love. The differences between the two albums weren't enough for him to be put off by their new sound, but to me this was their only sound. I didn't hear their first album for a year or two after my first introduction to them.
When I finally did buy "Oh, Inverted World" I was not very impressed. I loved The Shins because they were crazy and fun, and their first album just wasn't. Well, it wasn't AS crazy and fun. So I stuck with "Chutes Too Narrow" as my go-to Shins listening experience. This didn't change until the release of their third album, "Wincing the Night Away." The radio push had prepared me to buy the new album as soon as I could after its release, and that has since been the most-listened-to album in my iTunes.
I've always appreciated The Shins for their wackiness, their upbeat tempo (when that applies), and their absurd lyrics, but one important element that I probably didn't appreciate as much years ago and that's growing on me now is how subtle and insightful some of their songs are. I don't feel like giving any examples right now (just go listen to their music and I'm sure something will pop out to you), but sometimes their lyrics make me stop and think about what circumstances could have prompted the writing of such an odd line, and it gets me thinking.
I think this change in sensibilities on my part is what has led me to kind of rediscover "Oh, Inverted World" lately. What drove me away from it in the first place was the down-tempo songs, like "Caring is Creepy," "Weird Divide" and "Your Algebra." I still don't really dig those slow songs, but some tracks on their album are sticking with me lately, like "One By One All Day" and "Girl on the Wing."
It's not reasonable to expect that every song on every album will be a home run. My sister and I were talking about this recently and concluded that if 40% of the songs are great on an album, then that is one amazing album. Even the greatest artists and bands don't reach this level very often. Most good albums have 1-2 great songs, 2-3 good songs, and the rest blah. I guess that's fine. I don't need to love 100% of their tracks for The Shins to perennially be one of my favorite bands.
When I finally did buy "Oh, Inverted World" I was not very impressed. I loved The Shins because they were crazy and fun, and their first album just wasn't. Well, it wasn't AS crazy and fun. So I stuck with "Chutes Too Narrow" as my go-to Shins listening experience. This didn't change until the release of their third album, "Wincing the Night Away." The radio push had prepared me to buy the new album as soon as I could after its release, and that has since been the most-listened-to album in my iTunes.
I've always appreciated The Shins for their wackiness, their upbeat tempo (when that applies), and their absurd lyrics, but one important element that I probably didn't appreciate as much years ago and that's growing on me now is how subtle and insightful some of their songs are. I don't feel like giving any examples right now (just go listen to their music and I'm sure something will pop out to you), but sometimes their lyrics make me stop and think about what circumstances could have prompted the writing of such an odd line, and it gets me thinking.
I think this change in sensibilities on my part is what has led me to kind of rediscover "Oh, Inverted World" lately. What drove me away from it in the first place was the down-tempo songs, like "Caring is Creepy," "Weird Divide" and "Your Algebra." I still don't really dig those slow songs, but some tracks on their album are sticking with me lately, like "One By One All Day" and "Girl on the Wing."
It's not reasonable to expect that every song on every album will be a home run. My sister and I were talking about this recently and concluded that if 40% of the songs are great on an album, then that is one amazing album. Even the greatest artists and bands don't reach this level very often. Most good albums have 1-2 great songs, 2-3 good songs, and the rest blah. I guess that's fine. I don't need to love 100% of their tracks for The Shins to perennially be one of my favorite bands.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
tired of youtube
I'm not really tired of Youtube, but I am tired of my subscription list. I'm subscribed to about 45 Youtube channels, and only four or five of them produce any more content I'm interested in right now. Why don't I unsubscribe? For many of those channels it wouldn't make a bit of difference because they haven't produced content in years (or at least months). For others, I either recently became disinterested in their content, and my interest may wax again, so I'm keeping them on board for now.
There are a few channels that produce videos I'm very interested in watching, plus a bunch of garbage I don't care about. Examples of these include SSoHPKC and paulsoaresjr. SSoHPKC is a Chicago-area guy who plays lots and lots of videogames and talks while he goes. Most of the games he plays I don't care about at all, but he does play Super Mario World hacks, and treats those videos like a personal vlog (Mario hacks are fan-made games that use the SMW engine with custom art and/or level design). The Mario hack videos are great, but he also plays lots of FPS games and RPGs that I don't care for. paulsoaresjr plays a lot of Minecraft, with a few other games mixed in periodically, but many of his videos are of him playing the game with his family, which I just don't care about. He's much more interesting by himself. chuggaaconroy is another guy who has made video series in the past that I enjoyed, but I don't care much about the game he's working on now (Okami).
Anyway, here are the Youtube channels I'm currently digging on (and the types of videos that channel puts out):
motortrend (yes, the car magazine)
paulsoaresjr (video gameplay with commentary, especially Minecraft)
roadflytv (more car reviews, kinda like motortrend)
SeaNanners (some Minecraft, lots of Call of Duty, but mostly I just think he's an interesting guy to listen to)
SSoHPKC (video gameplay with commentary, many types of games but his Mario vlogs are the best)
Surelog (mostly Minecraft commentary and mod reviews, although he just announced that he's shifting his focus away from Minecraft, so we'll see)
And that's it. Most of my ~45 subscriptions go wasted by me either not caring about them (which I'll purge eventually if the trend continues), or stopped producing content years ago (lovethechad, whatever became of you!!!???). I've been subscribed to digitalfilmmaker for many years, and my reluctance to remove them from the list has paid off in recent months as they recently started posting "Ask a Ninja" videos again. Maybe that's why I'm reluctant to remove subscriptions, because I hope that they will revive themselves. I miss you Matty (I think that's his real name, although it's hard to know for sure)!
Monday, March 14, 2011
since last time
The following has happened to me since my last post:
I got married (hi, honey!).
I graduated from college in computers.
I didn't go to law school (but I almost did).
I did go to graduate school for more computers.
And here I am. I'm finishing up my 3rd year of graduate school. I'm working on a Ph.D. in computer science. My focus is computer architecture. Some people think that's not real computer science, but I'll show them! What is it supposed to be if it isn't CS? Computer Engineering? I think I would know about electricity and electronics if I were getting a CE degree, and obviously I don't. So as far as I'm concerned, computer architecture is computer science. I do kind of see where they're coming from, though. I don't actually have to know math to do my research, or anything else usually associated with computer science.
That makes me stop and think. As far as I can tell I'm pretty good at computer architecture. However, I can't identify any particular skills or attributes that would make one person good at it and another not. I can't look at myself and say "quality X makes me qualified to research computer architecture." Maybe anybody can do it, but it's just so boring to most people that nobody gets into it. That's as likely an explanation as any. It seems like to do computer architecture research you have to just be familiar with the state of the art, and then think of new things nobody's tried before (or at least that nobody's published *lately*). I guess I'm good at coming up with whacky ideas. Sometimes they work out.
I don't want to discuss the particulars of my current research here, because it's super secret (duh). I will say that a while ago I was going through a dry spell of innovation. Hopefully that's over. My current project has run into a few dead ends, but I think I can maneuver well enough to avoid any more. I will of course talk about it after it's published or abandoned, but right now I just don't think the time is right.
I have some programming ahead of me today. Hey, wait, computer scientists program computers, right? I feel validated.
Monday, July 31, 2006
one ring to rule them all
Today I went to my ward's Family Home Evening, a Monday night thing where people do stuff. The stuff the people did this evening was to go to the Church History Museum near Temple Square, and then go to someone's house for icecream. I participated in both activities.
The museum was nice and there was some great artwork on display. For the most part I don't get Art. Art and I don't mix. My natural defense against this is that I write off all things artsy as "stupid" and don't concern myself with them any longer. I do have two favorite paintings on display at the museum, though. These I had a much harder time writing off as stupid than the others. One depicts Joseph Smith giving a sermon in a clearing with the sun in his eyes. He's squinting in this picture because of the sunlight. I guess I like it because it shows to me the potential of a man, if only indirectly. It's easy to think of Joseph as a great prophet and historical figure, a larger than life character removed from the realm of real people. That picture reminds me that when you get right down to it, he wasn't more than a man. What is different about him is he is a man who realized much more of his potential than most.
The other painting was of Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery when they were baptized in the Susquehannah River. The shot was painted with a wide viewing angle. Joseph and Oliver took up just a small part of the canvas. They looked very alone in that painting. I like it because it emphasized to me that on that historic ocassion the world had no clue whatsoever what important things were happening, and that the only people who did know were two men and the hosts of heaven. What good has come from that event that had no earthly witnesses, though!
So the museum was nice. Afterwards I went to a little ice cream party at a friend's house. The party was in part a celebration of National Ice Cream Month, which is July, which is now over. We had to get in our ice cream consumption while it was still legal. I guess. Anyway, at this party I discovered that in social situations where I don't feel I have any clear purpose I tend to act more awkward than I really am. Does that make sense? If I have someone to talk to I can chat up a storm and be clever and witty (if not dry and subtle, often to the point of nobody laughing but me, on the inside), but if I'm left to just socially flail about, hoping someone will toss me a life preserver, I do what you usually see stereotypically awkward charicatures from movies do-- I lean against things with a lack of grace and balance. I don't know why I do this, but I'm pretty sure it's conscious. Maybe I do it thinking it will get me some sort of attention so someone will end my involuntary silence for me. Whatever the reasons, I don't feel like I'm really being me when I'm awkwardly leaning against furniture and door jambs.
To get back on track, other than the Church museum, I've had another profound spiritual experience lately. Perhaps you've heard of it-- "The Lord of the Rings" (movies, as I aspire to illiteracy). I bought the non-extended-version box set the other week and just finished them tonight. Wow. I've seen them before, when they were first in the theaters, but I didn't really follow what was going on then and didn't get as much out of them as I could. Since then, though, I've delved into the archives of the wikipedia and scrapped together some info to help me better make north and south of the plot and characters and creatures. I find most fascinating the origins of the different races and the ancient history of Middle Earth, as well as things like the nature of wizards and where they came from. Good stuff. I now actually understand what the One Ring does (other than make people invisible) and why it's so dangerous. I could tell you many other things I've learned, but I'm pretty sure my sister is the only person who will ever read this, and she's read the books (she's a book-reading type, you know) so she knows about all them things & such. Next up I'm planning on aquiring the original Star Wars trilogy on DVD and having a completely different "spiritual" experience from that.
This is finals week, wish me luck.
The museum was nice and there was some great artwork on display. For the most part I don't get Art. Art and I don't mix. My natural defense against this is that I write off all things artsy as "stupid" and don't concern myself with them any longer. I do have two favorite paintings on display at the museum, though. These I had a much harder time writing off as stupid than the others. One depicts Joseph Smith giving a sermon in a clearing with the sun in his eyes. He's squinting in this picture because of the sunlight. I guess I like it because it shows to me the potential of a man, if only indirectly. It's easy to think of Joseph as a great prophet and historical figure, a larger than life character removed from the realm of real people. That picture reminds me that when you get right down to it, he wasn't more than a man. What is different about him is he is a man who realized much more of his potential than most.
The other painting was of Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery when they were baptized in the Susquehannah River. The shot was painted with a wide viewing angle. Joseph and Oliver took up just a small part of the canvas. They looked very alone in that painting. I like it because it emphasized to me that on that historic ocassion the world had no clue whatsoever what important things were happening, and that the only people who did know were two men and the hosts of heaven. What good has come from that event that had no earthly witnesses, though!
So the museum was nice. Afterwards I went to a little ice cream party at a friend's house. The party was in part a celebration of National Ice Cream Month, which is July, which is now over. We had to get in our ice cream consumption while it was still legal. I guess. Anyway, at this party I discovered that in social situations where I don't feel I have any clear purpose I tend to act more awkward than I really am. Does that make sense? If I have someone to talk to I can chat up a storm and be clever and witty (if not dry and subtle, often to the point of nobody laughing but me, on the inside), but if I'm left to just socially flail about, hoping someone will toss me a life preserver, I do what you usually see stereotypically awkward charicatures from movies do-- I lean against things with a lack of grace and balance. I don't know why I do this, but I'm pretty sure it's conscious. Maybe I do it thinking it will get me some sort of attention so someone will end my involuntary silence for me. Whatever the reasons, I don't feel like I'm really being me when I'm awkwardly leaning against furniture and door jambs.
To get back on track, other than the Church museum, I've had another profound spiritual experience lately. Perhaps you've heard of it-- "The Lord of the Rings" (movies, as I aspire to illiteracy). I bought the non-extended-version box set the other week and just finished them tonight. Wow. I've seen them before, when they were first in the theaters, but I didn't really follow what was going on then and didn't get as much out of them as I could. Since then, though, I've delved into the archives of the wikipedia and scrapped together some info to help me better make north and south of the plot and characters and creatures. I find most fascinating the origins of the different races and the ancient history of Middle Earth, as well as things like the nature of wizards and where they came from. Good stuff. I now actually understand what the One Ring does (other than make people invisible) and why it's so dangerous. I could tell you many other things I've learned, but I'm pretty sure my sister is the only person who will ever read this, and she's read the books (she's a book-reading type, you know) so she knows about all them things & such. Next up I'm planning on aquiring the original Star Wars trilogy on DVD and having a completely different "spiritual" experience from that.
This is finals week, wish me luck.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
of shoes and ships and sealing wax
That was a pretty good night. I had a lot more fun than I expected I would. Someone at work invited me to a little get-together this evening; a party if you will. I anticipated it would be exactly the kind of party I don't go to, and I was right. It was the single-most alchol consuming gathering at which I've ever been, and I was offered an alcholic beverage for the second time in my life. Yes, I've led a very sheltered life. The girl who offered me the drink this evening only did so because I had previously told her the experience of the then-only-time I'd ever been offered one, and she thought it would be funny to offer me my second opportunity. Thankfully I stuck to my guns on this one too and declined.
Since I have led so sheltered a life, tonight was my first experience with a new smell. Alcohol. Yeah, it has a pretty distinct smell. I didn't know what to think when I'd been enjoying myself talking to a beautiful girl and she'd have this new smell on her breath. That was a new combo I'd never seen (smelled?) before, and it kind of befuddled me. Growing up with all this talk of "alcohol is bad, alcohol is evil" (which I do personally believe) and then juxtaposing that with something I really enjoy and appreciate- pretty girls. Yeah it was a pretty weird night for that reason. Also in the back of my brain I was thinking that all I could do was try to enjoy myself there and then, because I knew I could never go out with any of those girls,- it would never work out. There was also another RM there whom I'd met years earlier in a class we'd both taken pre-mission. At the beginning of the party we were both visibly awkward and unsure of what to do, but we both knew people there and got a little more comfortable with the situation and just tried to have some fun. Good times.
Speaking of good times tonight I was introduced to beer-pong. It's like ping-pong with beer. Yeah, that's pretty much all there is to it. Two teams set up glasses on either side of a ping-pong table, they take turns trying to throw ping-pong balls into the other players glasses, and whatever throws you make the other team has to drink the contents of the glass. At the beginning of the night this game was entertaining to watch, but by the end of the night I was pretty bored with it.
So that was (one of) my adventure(s) for the day. It was adventure-awesome.
Since I have led so sheltered a life, tonight was my first experience with a new smell. Alcohol. Yeah, it has a pretty distinct smell. I didn't know what to think when I'd been enjoying myself talking to a beautiful girl and she'd have this new smell on her breath. That was a new combo I'd never seen (smelled?) before, and it kind of befuddled me. Growing up with all this talk of "alcohol is bad, alcohol is evil" (which I do personally believe) and then juxtaposing that with something I really enjoy and appreciate- pretty girls. Yeah it was a pretty weird night for that reason. Also in the back of my brain I was thinking that all I could do was try to enjoy myself there and then, because I knew I could never go out with any of those girls,- it would never work out. There was also another RM there whom I'd met years earlier in a class we'd both taken pre-mission. At the beginning of the party we were both visibly awkward and unsure of what to do, but we both knew people there and got a little more comfortable with the situation and just tried to have some fun. Good times.
Speaking of good times tonight I was introduced to beer-pong. It's like ping-pong with beer. Yeah, that's pretty much all there is to it. Two teams set up glasses on either side of a ping-pong table, they take turns trying to throw ping-pong balls into the other players glasses, and whatever throws you make the other team has to drink the contents of the glass. At the beginning of the night this game was entertaining to watch, but by the end of the night I was pretty bored with it.
So that was (one of) my adventure(s) for the day. It was adventure-awesome.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
furious mine sweeping
I'm sad to say I've fallen victim to the entertainment juggernaut that is the Fox Network. Blast them for entertaining so well! I've said for years that all their non-animated shows are stupid and that American Idol is what's wrong with America, but they have finally ensnared me in their twisted web of pop culture. So. You. Think. You. Can. Dance. Those six words will spell my doom.
I think it has as much to do with my Mormonicity as anything else why I like that show. With (up to) 3 Mormons on the show I feel like it's my duty to call in each week and vote for them. Well, that and I really enjoy quality dancing.
I'm an extremely crappy dancer. I have great respect for anyone who 1) feels comfortable in front of people, putting themselves out on the line, potentially making a fool of themself and 2) can do that without actually making a fool of themself. Sometimes (well, actually a few times per day, every day) I have a lapse of judgment and spontaneously burst out dancing in public. I'll have some phat techno beat in my brain thumping away and my body just yearns to respond, to communicate that beat to the world. So it does. After a fraction of a second I remember I can't dance well, so I abort. Sheepishly. It's just one of those things I do.
My sister thinks it's funny I have listed as one of my favorite movies Elektra, and as one of my interests Jennifer Garner. Why is this funny? I'm intensely interested in Jennifer Garner and her welfare. Something like that. Actually I do like the movie Elektra a good deal. I think the idea of a deadly OCD ninja is hilarious. She could probably take on the ninja from askaninja.com pretty easily. He's all talk. Elektra kills. Frequently. Unnecessarily. Awesomely. The real reason I bring up the movie is that today I bought another copy of Elektra on DVD. Yes, I now own two copies of Elektra on DVD. The regular edition and the director's cut. I've yet to explore all the additional features and featurettes offered in the director's cut edition, but I'm sure I will not be disappointed. Hopefully the additional content contains many good shots of a deadly red-clad ninja-ess.
I've recently taken up Sudoku. Today I completed my first medium-level puzzle. I've ruined so many Sudoku puzzles it's embarrassing. And infuriating. Today was also the first time I completed a very easy-level puzzle the first time through without making any mistakes. It was a huge day for me and Sudoku.
Sudoku is not my first love, though. No, that distinction belongs to Minesweeper, the most perfect free videogame of all time. A bold claim, I know, but that's how I feel about it. Very few games can rival Minesweeper in terms of sheer clicking speed. I click hundreds and thousands of times each game. My bulging forearm muscles are not my only motivation for playing this amusement. No, its Siren's call comes from its frustrating blend of luck and skill, just like any good game. As fast as I am, and skilled at flagging the mines, it doesn't matter if I'm forced to randomly guess between two equally-likely mine sites. Where does the mine lay? Whenever I am forced to choose between two places, I pause. I hesitate. I know that I will quite likely lose this game of Minesweeper here and now. It's not possible to avoid this situation. Even the greatest Minesweepers must guess sometimes, and mostly they guess wrong. But oh, the times when no guessing is required, how sweet they are! Flying through the squares as onlookers look on in awe. Most people think that game is impossible and doesn't have actual rules it follows, so when someone is good at it it's all the more amazing.
All that is why I do what I do.
I think it has as much to do with my Mormonicity as anything else why I like that show. With (up to) 3 Mormons on the show I feel like it's my duty to call in each week and vote for them. Well, that and I really enjoy quality dancing.
I'm an extremely crappy dancer. I have great respect for anyone who 1) feels comfortable in front of people, putting themselves out on the line, potentially making a fool of themself and 2) can do that without actually making a fool of themself. Sometimes (well, actually a few times per day, every day) I have a lapse of judgment and spontaneously burst out dancing in public. I'll have some phat techno beat in my brain thumping away and my body just yearns to respond, to communicate that beat to the world. So it does. After a fraction of a second I remember I can't dance well, so I abort. Sheepishly. It's just one of those things I do.
My sister thinks it's funny I have listed as one of my favorite movies Elektra, and as one of my interests Jennifer Garner. Why is this funny? I'm intensely interested in Jennifer Garner and her welfare. Something like that. Actually I do like the movie Elektra a good deal. I think the idea of a deadly OCD ninja is hilarious. She could probably take on the ninja from askaninja.com pretty easily. He's all talk. Elektra kills. Frequently. Unnecessarily. Awesomely. The real reason I bring up the movie is that today I bought another copy of Elektra on DVD. Yes, I now own two copies of Elektra on DVD. The regular edition and the director's cut. I've yet to explore all the additional features and featurettes offered in the director's cut edition, but I'm sure I will not be disappointed. Hopefully the additional content contains many good shots of a deadly red-clad ninja-ess.
I've recently taken up Sudoku. Today I completed my first medium-level puzzle. I've ruined so many Sudoku puzzles it's embarrassing. And infuriating. Today was also the first time I completed a very easy-level puzzle the first time through without making any mistakes. It was a huge day for me and Sudoku.
Sudoku is not my first love, though. No, that distinction belongs to Minesweeper, the most perfect free videogame of all time. A bold claim, I know, but that's how I feel about it. Very few games can rival Minesweeper in terms of sheer clicking speed. I click hundreds and thousands of times each game. My bulging forearm muscles are not my only motivation for playing this amusement. No, its Siren's call comes from its frustrating blend of luck and skill, just like any good game. As fast as I am, and skilled at flagging the mines, it doesn't matter if I'm forced to randomly guess between two equally-likely mine sites. Where does the mine lay? Whenever I am forced to choose between two places, I pause. I hesitate. I know that I will quite likely lose this game of Minesweeper here and now. It's not possible to avoid this situation. Even the greatest Minesweepers must guess sometimes, and mostly they guess wrong. But oh, the times when no guessing is required, how sweet they are! Flying through the squares as onlookers look on in awe. Most people think that game is impossible and doesn't have actual rules it follows, so when someone is good at it it's all the more amazing.
All that is why I do what I do.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
i can read lines poorly
One of my best and oldest friends is Will, and he's a film student at Hampshire College. Tonight several people got together at his house and read the lines of the script he wrote for his senior project. It was quite the experience. Well, from my perspective at least. My film experience is extremely limited, so I thought the whole thing was "quite neat".
I got a copy of the script yesterday and glanced at the first couple pages before I went to bed. Today just before I headed over to Will's house I read through the whole thing, beginning to end. I was pretty impressed what he came up with. Reading it on my own I got some images in my head which were shattered when I got to Will's house, like how the characters would speak & whatnot.
I was assigned the role of James. James has very few lines and is the only male character who curses not. I think that had more than a little to do with my assignment. That's fine for me. It was really fun to sit around a table with many crazy people and hear them crazily read the lines of crazy characters. Crazy. Yeah.
Don't worry, the limited number of my lines did not keep me from missing my cues and screwing everything up. OK, I didn't really screw everything up, but I did miss my lines sometimes. Oh well, we survived.
The script is about a vampire hunter fighting an evil pharmaceutical corporation which is run by vampires. I look forward to seeing the final project someday. It should be sweet.
I got a copy of the script yesterday and glanced at the first couple pages before I went to bed. Today just before I headed over to Will's house I read through the whole thing, beginning to end. I was pretty impressed what he came up with. Reading it on my own I got some images in my head which were shattered when I got to Will's house, like how the characters would speak & whatnot.
I was assigned the role of James. James has very few lines and is the only male character who curses not. I think that had more than a little to do with my assignment. That's fine for me. It was really fun to sit around a table with many crazy people and hear them crazily read the lines of crazy characters. Crazy. Yeah.
Don't worry, the limited number of my lines did not keep me from missing my cues and screwing everything up. OK, I didn't really screw everything up, but I did miss my lines sometimes. Oh well, we survived.
The script is about a vampire hunter fighting an evil pharmaceutical corporation which is run by vampires. I look forward to seeing the final project someday. It should be sweet.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
sunday thoughts: episode 1
Ha! I haven't posted on this here 'blog for like 2 or 3 weeks. Isn't that cool!?! I sure think it is. I'm going to share a few thoughts I've had today, and since today's Sunday, hopefully those thoughts will be more spiritual-like than normal. Actually, that's not a very good attitude. Thoughts should be consistently spiritual, although in reality Sunday does seem to give a good shot in the 'ol spiritual arm every week.
So this Sunday we had our second elders quorum presidency training meeting with Bro Johnson, the stake high council representative assigned to our ward. Bro Johnson is great, he has practical advice and a lot of experience in church leadership, and he seems to have a younger attitude and mentality than his age would suggest. I mean that as a compliment. Yeah. Today's lesson was about home teaching, and how to inspire people to do it, and how to organize it throughout the quorum. It's quite a daunting task taking a list of people, rather few of whom I'm familiar with, and with a couple other guys who don't know this list of people much better than I and matching home teachers to home teachees. How are you supposed to know who to put with whom? My dad says that's why you say a prayer before you begin. That seems like sound advice.
I also conducted elders quorum for the first time today. I have a feeling I didn't impress anybody. It's a good thing that's not the point, otherwise I would have failed. I got up in front of everyone and in my typically dry style enumerated the announcements and tried to get people to volunteer for passing the sacrament. That style of delivery works a lot better when I'm trying to tell a joke or a funny story. I don't know what I was thinking. When I do it again in a few weeks I'll try to look more like I actually have a pulse and less like a boring robot-without-a-cool-robot-voice.
Here's my spiritual thought for the day. I was reading through Elder McConkie's "A New Witness For the Articles of Faith" a few minutes ago and came across this: "... it is as though the Holy Ghost ... was broadcasting all truth throughout the whole universe all the time, using the light of Christ as the agency by which the message is delivered. But only those who attune their souls to the Holy Spirit receive the available revelation." When I read that I thought to myself, "I like that way of thinking about it." It's like all the answers are always there all the time, so the only thing keeping me from them is me. It's not like Heavenly Father is holding out on us. The message is out there if you'll just prepare yourself and then listen.
So I hope that if anyone ever reads this they'll like that thought. I'll see if I don't write again a couple more times this week. No promises, but it's just something I'd like to do.
So this Sunday we had our second elders quorum presidency training meeting with Bro Johnson, the stake high council representative assigned to our ward. Bro Johnson is great, he has practical advice and a lot of experience in church leadership, and he seems to have a younger attitude and mentality than his age would suggest. I mean that as a compliment. Yeah. Today's lesson was about home teaching, and how to inspire people to do it, and how to organize it throughout the quorum. It's quite a daunting task taking a list of people, rather few of whom I'm familiar with, and with a couple other guys who don't know this list of people much better than I and matching home teachers to home teachees. How are you supposed to know who to put with whom? My dad says that's why you say a prayer before you begin. That seems like sound advice.
I also conducted elders quorum for the first time today. I have a feeling I didn't impress anybody. It's a good thing that's not the point, otherwise I would have failed. I got up in front of everyone and in my typically dry style enumerated the announcements and tried to get people to volunteer for passing the sacrament. That style of delivery works a lot better when I'm trying to tell a joke or a funny story. I don't know what I was thinking. When I do it again in a few weeks I'll try to look more like I actually have a pulse and less like a boring robot-without-a-cool-robot-voice.
Here's my spiritual thought for the day. I was reading through Elder McConkie's "A New Witness For the Articles of Faith" a few minutes ago and came across this: "... it is as though the Holy Ghost ... was broadcasting all truth throughout the whole universe all the time, using the light of Christ as the agency by which the message is delivered. But only those who attune their souls to the Holy Spirit receive the available revelation." When I read that I thought to myself, "I like that way of thinking about it." It's like all the answers are always there all the time, so the only thing keeping me from them is me. It's not like Heavenly Father is holding out on us. The message is out there if you'll just prepare yourself and then listen.
So I hope that if anyone ever reads this they'll like that thought. I'll see if I don't write again a couple more times this week. No promises, but it's just something I'd like to do.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Mentos freshens
So in the last few days since last I wrote anything, lots of stuff has happened. I returned to the lair of my arch-nemesis the dentist where he tortured me yet again. Don't worry, I didn't crack and divulge any vital information pertaining to the secret decoder ring project. It was one of my stranger dentist appointments, though.
There was an episode of Monk wherein the police lieutenant guy went to the dentist and while he was under the gas witnessed a murdered. There was some discussion about whether he hallucinated it all or if it was real. I guess it's pretty normal for people to think they hear / see strange things while under the influence. I don't have that luxury in my life, due to a certain medical condition I am forbidden from partaking of the sweet gas. That did not prevent me from hearing some whacky stuff, though. My dentist and his assistant talked about how lately they'd seen a lot of lesbians making out randomly in public. Do most dentists talk about this? I don't recall any dentists of mine doing this in the past. Then he talked about his 13 year-old daughter and her adult stalker. Pretty weird / random. I mean, that's a serious issue and all, but it's not the best conversation item in front of people you barely know.
The next weird thing had to do with dental hardware. I had two cavities filled, right in between my back, top left molars. In order to maintain the gap between them while putting in the filling they need to stick a metal wall between them, and then fill the two sides independently. That's a great idea. Too bad the thing got stuck in my mouth and they couldn't get it out. They dentist was getting bugged by some of the other people in his office to go check on other patients, and he was sitting here pulling at my face with pliers trying to get this thing out (my jaw is still sore), and eventually he has to give up and leave it to his assistant. She works on it a little more and about 20 seconds later it's out. That seems weird to me there's so much difficulty just doing something so routine as that. And painful.
So yeah, I still hate going to the dentist. That dental assistant was pretty cute though . . .
Ok, so what about the title of today's rant? Mentos freshens. It sure does. Last night I tried the now-famous Mentos + Diet Coke trick. It really works. It really, really does. I have concluded it is the most expensive form of entertainment in the history of mankind. The crazy fountain lasts for about 2 seconds (probably less), and it sets you back $2.00. That works out to some $3600 / hr for simple entertainment. I guess it's worth trying once, but don't take it up as a major hobby. Your pocketbook will regret it.
There was an episode of Monk wherein the police lieutenant guy went to the dentist and while he was under the gas witnessed a murdered. There was some discussion about whether he hallucinated it all or if it was real. I guess it's pretty normal for people to think they hear / see strange things while under the influence. I don't have that luxury in my life, due to a certain medical condition I am forbidden from partaking of the sweet gas. That did not prevent me from hearing some whacky stuff, though. My dentist and his assistant talked about how lately they'd seen a lot of lesbians making out randomly in public. Do most dentists talk about this? I don't recall any dentists of mine doing this in the past. Then he talked about his 13 year-old daughter and her adult stalker. Pretty weird / random. I mean, that's a serious issue and all, but it's not the best conversation item in front of people you barely know.
The next weird thing had to do with dental hardware. I had two cavities filled, right in between my back, top left molars. In order to maintain the gap between them while putting in the filling they need to stick a metal wall between them, and then fill the two sides independently. That's a great idea. Too bad the thing got stuck in my mouth and they couldn't get it out. They dentist was getting bugged by some of the other people in his office to go check on other patients, and he was sitting here pulling at my face with pliers trying to get this thing out (my jaw is still sore), and eventually he has to give up and leave it to his assistant. She works on it a little more and about 20 seconds later it's out. That seems weird to me there's so much difficulty just doing something so routine as that. And painful.
So yeah, I still hate going to the dentist. That dental assistant was pretty cute though . . .
Ok, so what about the title of today's rant? Mentos freshens. It sure does. Last night I tried the now-famous Mentos + Diet Coke trick. It really works. It really, really does. I have concluded it is the most expensive form of entertainment in the history of mankind. The crazy fountain lasts for about 2 seconds (probably less), and it sets you back $2.00. That works out to some $3600 / hr for simple entertainment. I guess it's worth trying once, but don't take it up as a major hobby. Your pocketbook will regret it.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Dental Woes
I gag. I gag hard. Probably not as bad as my sister, but I definitely have a gagging problem. I had a dentist appointment this morning at 10am. A fine time for a dental appointment. I already had 4 hours of work under my belt by 9am, so why not go to the dentist to round out the morning? Sounds great to me.
At the dentist they do some awfully dreadfully painfully evil things to my mouth, which I endured with a stoic face (actually I cringed like mad most of the time in that chair). I was able to fight off the tremendous gag reflex and successfully took 4 X-ray pictures. These pictures revealed very little (why do they do those routinely?). It turns out I do have 2 cavities, but these did not show up at all on the X-ray. Boo for X-rays.
That was a sad part of the day. The day got way better after that. After I waited the requisite 30 minutes after the fluoride treatment, I was at Hot Dog on a Stick where I ordered 1 corn dog and 1 corn cheese. I know those aren't the real market names of those products at that eating establishment, but it seems like if a hot dog that has been impaled and covered in corn batter is called a "corn dog", then it follows that a stick of cheese given like treatment should be called a "corn cheese". That makes sense to me. (This means something. This is important.)
After that I went to a grocery store on my way home where I purchased a Stouffer's chicken pot pie and a berries & cream Dr. Pepper. Do not follow my example. That drink was at best "blah" and at worst "nasty". Blah. Stouffer's makes the best chicken pot pie in the world, though. I wholeheartedly recommend that item.
A nice nap and mowing the lawn rounded out this killer day. I wonder if I'll ever find out how to write a coherent log . . . IT'S OVER!
At the dentist they do some awfully dreadfully painfully evil things to my mouth, which I endured with a stoic face (actually I cringed like mad most of the time in that chair). I was able to fight off the tremendous gag reflex and successfully took 4 X-ray pictures. These pictures revealed very little (why do they do those routinely?). It turns out I do have 2 cavities, but these did not show up at all on the X-ray. Boo for X-rays.
That was a sad part of the day. The day got way better after that. After I waited the requisite 30 minutes after the fluoride treatment, I was at Hot Dog on a Stick where I ordered 1 corn dog and 1 corn cheese. I know those aren't the real market names of those products at that eating establishment, but it seems like if a hot dog that has been impaled and covered in corn batter is called a "corn dog", then it follows that a stick of cheese given like treatment should be called a "corn cheese". That makes sense to me. (This means something. This is important.)
After that I went to a grocery store on my way home where I purchased a Stouffer's chicken pot pie and a berries & cream Dr. Pepper. Do not follow my example. That drink was at best "blah" and at worst "nasty". Blah. Stouffer's makes the best chicken pot pie in the world, though. I wholeheartedly recommend that item.
A nice nap and mowing the lawn rounded out this killer day. I wonder if I'll ever find out how to write a coherent log . . . IT'S OVER!
Sunday, June 18, 2006
It starts
"It starts" is what Timon the meerkat says at the beginning of the Lion King game on SNES. That was a pretty good game, at least for being a game based on a movie. A Disney movie at that. Actually, Alladin for the Genesis was pretty awesome.
Well, I'm a student at the University of Utah studying Computer Science. We'll see how that goes. I work as a "building supervisor" (note the quotes) at a county recreation center where I meet tons of crazies and whack-jobs, most of whom are figure skaters. Today I got to work just as all the crazies (ie, skaters) were leaving. It was a pretty quiet day for a fair-weather Saturday. Surprisingly few people wanted to take a dip in the pool (oh yeah, there are pools + ice rinks + a gym where I work). Why am I advertising for my employer? Bah. A pox on them.
More about me (cause I'm sure you're all dying to know): I am a fan of the music of The Smiths. I read somewhere recently that it's trendy for emo kids to claim to like The Smiths because they're so emo. I thought for a season that I wanted to be emo (as far as "the look" goes), but the more I learned about it, the less enticed I was by it. So back to me: huge Smiths fan; not emo. Seriously. I do have "the glasses", though. You know the ones. Thick black frames. Well, I bought them, I committed to them, and now I have them. There you go. I'm wearing them right now. And I'm letting my hair get longer than its been in years. Is this looking bad for my "anti-emo" stance? Hrmmmm. *throws up diversion* I like techno too.
Well, I'm a student at the University of Utah studying Computer Science. We'll see how that goes. I work as a "building supervisor" (note the quotes) at a county recreation center where I meet tons of crazies and whack-jobs, most of whom are figure skaters. Today I got to work just as all the crazies (ie, skaters) were leaving. It was a pretty quiet day for a fair-weather Saturday. Surprisingly few people wanted to take a dip in the pool (oh yeah, there are pools + ice rinks + a gym where I work). Why am I advertising for my employer? Bah. A pox on them.
More about me (cause I'm sure you're all dying to know): I am a fan of the music of The Smiths. I read somewhere recently that it's trendy for emo kids to claim to like The Smiths because they're so emo. I thought for a season that I wanted to be emo (as far as "the look" goes), but the more I learned about it, the less enticed I was by it. So back to me: huge Smiths fan; not emo. Seriously. I do have "the glasses", though. You know the ones. Thick black frames. Well, I bought them, I committed to them, and now I have them. There you go. I'm wearing them right now. And I'm letting my hair get longer than its been in years. Is this looking bad for my "anti-emo" stance? Hrmmmm. *throws up diversion* I like techno too.
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