Yesterday I went to the grocery store for the first time in a couple of months. Yikes! That's what happens when you have a cafeteria account to spend.
Anyway, I just wanted to post it, because I love grocery shopping, dang it.
I think it must be some kind of basic human instinct, gathering food, that is. I did not have to climb a tree to get those bananas, though. I just had to... migrate... over to the local market place. So there's some instinct in there, I guess.
Hooray for alfalfa sprouts and bananas!
Second Adventure of the week:
I house-sat for Jason this week. So. Much. Fun.
Walking the dog in the rain... eh... not so much. Mac is a german shepherd who is accustomed to going for a 3 mile run every day. Let's just say that we did not go for a 3 mile run in the rain. He is my favorite between him and Jason. Ha!
Well. Those are my adventures for the week. Back to Red Wing today for a free brake inspection courtesy of my daddy. And today is his birthday! He turns 52. Old man! In three years he can get the senior discount at the movie theater... hahaha!
Okay. Bye.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I Am an Impatient Being
I want it all, and I want it now.
I want to be done with this week so I can start the weekend.
I will dread the following week, and look forward to the next weekend.
I want to be done with this month, so we can get on to next month, already!
I want to be done with this school year and start summer!
I can't wait for summer to be over so that it is fall.
I can't wait for school to be completely done with so I can start my career.
I can't wait to start my career so that I can enjoy life.
I can't wait to have a career because that means I'm going somewhere.
I want to have money saved up so I can retire and finally be done with my career.
I want to have a life free of work and responsibilities and full of joy.
I want to be young enough to enjoy life free of obstacles!
I don't want to be old.
I don't want to be unhappily married.
I don't want to pick the wrong career.
I don't want to be bored with my life.
I don't want to die someday.
I don't want to.
I want it all, but I don't want ALL of it.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
I Had a Dream
One of my new favorite tunes by one of my new favorite artists on YouTube. Who needs iTunes when you have YouTube. I mean, really.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Five Random Things I Can't Say to Someone's Face
1) Stop pretending you care about what that person is saying.. you're just waiting to hear your own voice.
2) Please, please, please... take your fucking depression medication! I'm tired of this!
3) DO NOT yell or scream when I'm driving! What the hell is wrong with you!?
4) The toilet has a fucking handle. Flush it.
5) How the hell do you get hammered tonight and wake up for an 8am exam tomorrow and ace it?
2) Please, please, please... take your fucking depression medication! I'm tired of this!
3) DO NOT yell or scream when I'm driving! What the hell is wrong with you!?
4) The toilet has a fucking handle. Flush it.
5) How the hell do you get hammered tonight and wake up for an 8am exam tomorrow and ace it?
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Introduction to Analysis of the Heart
I wish I could write a book on the heart. A math-based logic of the heart, to be specific.
Well, the perceived problem is that our heart contains elements that mostly don't make any logical sense and can't be quantified or qualified. If we could quantify or qualify the elements of the heart, then the mind can pose questions in hopes of seeking a rational answer.
If I were to tell you that I think that heart can be quantified or categorized, or otherwise examined in a logic unique to the science of mathematics, you would probably call me crazy.
But as a math major, I'm learning new things every day, and sometimes those things don't even make sense. But someone wrote a proof, proving an otherwise ridiculous claim to be true, so we should believe it, I suppose.
My first claim: The heart is made up of an infinite number of feelings/characteristics.
The most common idea or word associated with the heart and its use in the non-biological sense is love. Now, we can make this a philosophical question and ask "What does love mean?" but for the sake of my argument, suppose that love is anything you can use in a sentence that makes grammatical sense. I love coffee; I love my mother--two very distinct entities on their own, but both are true of me. So what does this say about the heart?
I propose that the heart is made up of an infinite number of divisions, and these divisions make up a whole. How is that possible? How can an infinite number of items add up together to equal one thing? Well, it's a mathematical idea that has been around for years. Suppose you have a tape measure. A standard tape measure probably reads to 1/16 of an inch. You've got hash marks at 1/2, 1/4, 1/8, 1/6, and you could keep dividing that ONE inch into millions and millions of fractions--an infinite number of times! Scientists are measuring at nano-levels, but there are smaller units than nano, an infinite number of smaller units. So as a summary, 1 inch = an infinite number of units all added together. Not very logical sounding, is it? How does one quantify infinity and then assume it equals one?
Okay, enough of the math lesson... how does this apply to loving my mother and loving my morning coffee and all this schmutz about the heart? Well, I think that the heart has an infinite number of ways that it can love, or hate, or feel pity, or feel embarrassed, or feel sad, or feel angry. We can love watching Star Wars, but we don't love watching movies like we love our family. We can feel bad for the bunny we ran over last night (or maybe not...), but we can feel bad for the kid whose mom is on drugs. It doesn't make those two situations equal to each other.
Feelings lie on more of a continuum, I think. The heart doesn't operate at one level. Man, would that suck! Like my heater/ac fan in my car -- always on high or always on low, there is no middle ground. How would you like to scream "OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS AIR FRESHNER!!!!" just as loud and as exstatically as you would if your best friend told you he/she was getting married. "OH MY GOD I'M SO EFFING HAPPY FOR YOU!!!" Talk about embarrassing. Good thing we've got some dials on this heart thing...
Therefore, the heart = 1inch. Or something like that.
Well, the perceived problem is that our heart contains elements that mostly don't make any logical sense and can't be quantified or qualified. If we could quantify or qualify the elements of the heart, then the mind can pose questions in hopes of seeking a rational answer.
If I were to tell you that I think that heart can be quantified or categorized, or otherwise examined in a logic unique to the science of mathematics, you would probably call me crazy.
But as a math major, I'm learning new things every day, and sometimes those things don't even make sense. But someone wrote a proof, proving an otherwise ridiculous claim to be true, so we should believe it, I suppose.
My first claim: The heart is made up of an infinite number of feelings/characteristics.
The most common idea or word associated with the heart and its use in the non-biological sense is love. Now, we can make this a philosophical question and ask "What does love mean?" but for the sake of my argument, suppose that love is anything you can use in a sentence that makes grammatical sense. I love coffee; I love my mother--two very distinct entities on their own, but both are true of me. So what does this say about the heart?
I propose that the heart is made up of an infinite number of divisions, and these divisions make up a whole. How is that possible? How can an infinite number of items add up together to equal one thing? Well, it's a mathematical idea that has been around for years. Suppose you have a tape measure. A standard tape measure probably reads to 1/16 of an inch. You've got hash marks at 1/2, 1/4, 1/8, 1/6, and you could keep dividing that ONE inch into millions and millions of fractions--an infinite number of times! Scientists are measuring at nano-levels, but there are smaller units than nano, an infinite number of smaller units. So as a summary, 1 inch = an infinite number of units all added together. Not very logical sounding, is it? How does one quantify infinity and then assume it equals one?
Okay, enough of the math lesson... how does this apply to loving my mother and loving my morning coffee and all this schmutz about the heart? Well, I think that the heart has an infinite number of ways that it can love, or hate, or feel pity, or feel embarrassed, or feel sad, or feel angry. We can love watching Star Wars, but we don't love watching movies like we love our family. We can feel bad for the bunny we ran over last night (or maybe not...), but we can feel bad for the kid whose mom is on drugs. It doesn't make those two situations equal to each other.
Feelings lie on more of a continuum, I think. The heart doesn't operate at one level. Man, would that suck! Like my heater/ac fan in my car -- always on high or always on low, there is no middle ground. How would you like to scream "OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS AIR FRESHNER!!!!" just as loud and as exstatically as you would if your best friend told you he/she was getting married. "OH MY GOD I'M SO EFFING HAPPY FOR YOU!!!" Talk about embarrassing. Good thing we've got some dials on this heart thing...
Therefore, the heart = 1inch. Or something like that.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Summer is...
... going to be interesting, I think.
Woah! March slipped through my fingers; April almost scraped by without a new post.
Research in June and July = $1,200 minus rent for June, July, August = $0.
Awesome.
In other news/thoughts, I have decided to become a sheep herder. Just kidding, but it sounds like fun, right? I thought so, too. Wow, I can all ready tell that this post is going to be extremely sporadic. That's what happens when you try to sit down and write something after two months of it being in the KitchenAid mixer of a mind that I have.
Well, let's address the first part of this post. For the first 8 weeks of summer I'm going to be gathering information for a literary review of educational psychology research as it pertains to learning with computers. Basically a big paper about all the papers that have been written on our research topic... and I get paid to do that. Nice.
I have (hopefully) found a place to live. This lady in Mankato has a brand new house and rents out the extra bedroom since her son is in college (and is graduating this year). I saw it today and instantly loved it. Very nice. I also have my own bathroom. That has never happened even once in my life. It will be a tough transition back to the dorm next fall, me thinks.
Besides finishing up the semester, finding a place to live, etc., I am also looking for a job. Still. I feel like it never ends. I will find one, I hope, I hope, I hope.
I think that is all for now.
Woah! March slipped through my fingers; April almost scraped by without a new post.
Research in June and July = $1,200 minus rent for June, July, August = $0.
Awesome.
In other news/thoughts, I have decided to become a sheep herder. Just kidding, but it sounds like fun, right? I thought so, too. Wow, I can all ready tell that this post is going to be extremely sporadic. That's what happens when you try to sit down and write something after two months of it being in the KitchenAid mixer of a mind that I have.
Well, let's address the first part of this post. For the first 8 weeks of summer I'm going to be gathering information for a literary review of educational psychology research as it pertains to learning with computers. Basically a big paper about all the papers that have been written on our research topic... and I get paid to do that. Nice.
I have (hopefully) found a place to live. This lady in Mankato has a brand new house and rents out the extra bedroom since her son is in college (and is graduating this year). I saw it today and instantly loved it. Very nice. I also have my own bathroom. That has never happened even once in my life. It will be a tough transition back to the dorm next fall, me thinks.
Besides finishing up the semester, finding a place to live, etc., I am also looking for a job. Still. I feel like it never ends. I will find one, I hope, I hope, I hope.
I think that is all for now.
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