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When I'm sitting here in the evening with my Megan, I sometimes enjoy the quiet and the wine. But then the neighbor vacuums her hellish abode and my peaceful sunset has been obliterated into a million frenzied little emotions, none of which can be gathered to replace the red-fisted anger that crosses my brow like a million-foot-tall cat's paw scratching its name across the universe. Then that one song "Hey There Delilah" pops along on the iTunes and things are pretty good again. Nice how that works. I love you, oh wicked neighbor lady with the screaming kids and questionable cleaning habits. Oh yeah. We wartched "Across The Universe Yeh?" last night. I thought it was as koo-koo-ka-choo as it could be. Some of it was the eggman, other bits was the eggman. Mostly it was the walrus. Lots of walrus. I thought it interesting that Bono, who "took back" "Helter Skelter" from Chuck Manson, played the part of a cult leader, albeit a more timid leader. I like the Beatles and I like strawrbrees. And I lost, what, like 9 pounds so far. I'm going to be a freaking high school cheerleader again, baby. (Psst Megan... that's a reference to a show on CMTV. I'm not ashamed.) Tomorrow the ol' lady goes to Ikea which means I have the whole house to study in. I think I'll start off in the living room in my comfy chair and a cup of coffee. Read a bit of International Bidness. Then I'll roam into the kitchen for my IS assignment (I gave my kitchen-dwelling iMac a new desk today). Then I'll pop upstairs and read some essays for Organizational Systems. And did I mention I'll be completely naked? Maybe I'll also play an hour of Deus Ex since I can't watch the Seahawks game. That's what I do for kicks these days son. Tags: i keep telling myself, putting my itty bitty hands in the air
Current Location: Leaving Lilliput
Current Mood: be strong
Current Music: No More Kings
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I'm all about frames these days. As much as I don't understand my organizational systems class yet, I am extracting enough information to make enjoyable -- if not potentially absurd -- observations. Today Megan asked me to pop a zit on her back. I did, even though I dislike it. I told her I don't like it and she asked, "Why?" I found that I couldn't really explain it in any technical terms. So I spoke my initial reaction: "It's gross." She retorted that I have zits on my back, ya know. What's reasonable to her is a non sequitur to me. This brief conversation reminded me of two things. First, she and I have different perspectives -- perhaps polar perspectives -- about a single idea. Bridging the understanding is impossible if the effort and common goal are not there. I could go on and on about how civilizations have developed to mostly eschew direct contact with body fluids, and how it's reasonable for me to be grossed out by zit puss. She could go on and on about how healthy it is to release that puss from its constrictive environment, perhaps citing medicinal practitioners of cultures as often being the "wise ones." The strategy with each side is to "win over" the other. But I think that's the wrong strategy. The strategy should be to understand what the other is trying to say; how the other feels. Instead of me saying "It's gross," I could say.... The second thing the conversation reminded me of is that I don't yet have the tools to establish new coordinates for a fresh perspective. That is, I'm aware of my limited frame of reference, but I don't yet know how to open up the limitations. I guess it's a small victory: you can't improve if you're in denial. Tags: inductive logic is dead!
Current Location: Chair, after a nice morning walk
Current Mood: frankly, quite frank
Current Music: Does "Also Sprach Zarathustra" do anything for ya?
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I'm at the OSU library trying to get a bit of studying done. I've found a great secluded cubicle with comfy chair where I spend my Tu/Th mornings. It has a nice view and is low-traffic. Like many secret spots, however, it is quite popular. Today I discovered that I have an archenemy. I've seen this kid (20something, straight black hair, glasses, tucked in shirt, disheveled but clean, must be an engineer of some sort) a few times. Today he accosted me. He sat down in the cubicle abutting mine. Even though there were plenty of other cubicles in the area, he preferred the one near me. Perhaps it's an overture of some sort, or perhaps he's from a large family and prefers company at all times. Moot. He is evil. Getting disgruntled because someone sits next to me paints a picture of antisocial tendencies. This is true. But if he gently sat down and proceeded with his manifesto to overthrow the U.S. government, I would not be so bothered. Rather, there was much penciling of some sort. And with it, heavy violent erasing (easily a 5.3 or 5.4 on the Richter scale). There were headphones which did little to suppress the noise that emitted from them. There was much slamming of coffee mugs. He appears to have an allergy from all his heavy snarfing and sniffling and coughing. The man was out to remove me from my post, and I refused to oblige. I stood firm until the ends of time! I enjoyed the sweet taste of victory and its mild hallucinogenic side effect, glory! Well, that's not entirely true. When his erasing became so violent that my own coffee mug nearly tipped over, I decided to retreat. Within a minute, he had taken my former desk. Walking away from my defeat, I thought I heard the comfy chair softly weep. Forlorn and emotionally distraught, I moved my way through the aisles of books and papers to find another equally secluded spot. Serendipity had her way today. I found an even better position -- a full table! -- with no possibility of coughing sneezing aching NyQuil-avoiding neighbors. My learning shall continue uninterrupted. Tags: no, ted.
Current Location: Liberry
Current Mood: NyQuil rules
Current Music: Not Maroon 5. No. Not yet. It's too soon.
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Just got an update from a member of ourn: Two (2) minor changes to the site: I want to believe that he put that number in parenthesis as a little joke. Irony, perhaps? I dunno. I suppose it's a pet peave of mine when people offer me two choices of number. I mean, just because I don't have a degree doesn't mean I didn't muddle through first grade. The guy knows that I program websites. Maybe he doesn't think I can comprehend anything greater than 1's and 0's? I remember asking my contract law friend about this. He gave me a line about how it's tradition to include the two versions in contracts in order to make absolutely certain both parties understand the number. His example was something like "One-hundred fifty-one thousand and three" which would include "(151,003)" in order to differentiate from, say, "(151,000.03)" or "(151,300)." It's a stretch for me, but I'll let it stand. After all, I'm a huge fan of tradition and contracts. But in casual emails, I really don't need someone to offer me an alternate spelling for "two." Tags: work wok wo
Current Location: worky work
Current Mood: pathetiquette
Current Music: quiet hum of computer thinkering
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