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2.09.2010

Awe - capella

Some a capella best ev's:

(but first, do your 'reading')

1) Poker Face

"Poker Face" Lady Gaga music video

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A Capella!

- UCB Noteworthy -





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2) Umbrella

"Umbrella" Rihanna ( ft. Jay-Z ) music video

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A Capella!

- Duke's Men of Yale -




(with choreography)






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3) Annie Waits

"Annie Waits" Ben Folds music video

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A Capella!

- A-Men -

diff'rent strokes?

"What's this?" he asked, picking up my jar of coconut oil.

"Coconut oil!" was my obvious and enthusiastic reply.

"Oh!" he said. And then, "Where I'm from, people use this to put in their hair."

"Oh." I said. "I like to eat it."

He looked suddenly at me, at the coconut oil, back at me again, and laughed.
It was funny.

2.05.2010

rar fox

Here are my notes (collaborative) from one of the Languages and Compiler Design lectures.

The notes start at the top left and proceed clockwise around to the bottom right.



If I did more of this kind of thing, I would want to create a short video that showed their sketched progression.

10.01.2009

10-01=09

I like today's date

9.21.2009

Other peoples' birthdays

I like other peoples' birthdays because on that day, you are allowed to show your appreciation and admiration for someone else by doing things for them, wishing them well, or giving them things that, based on knowing them during at least some of the other 364 days, they will enjoy having.

On other days, such things can sometimes seem out-of-place.

There are so many obstacles to communicating to people that they are loved. Even if I can learn the language (including not just words, but gestures as well) with which to say it so that they might understand, it can be hard to say in a way that will be accepted. Even then, I'm subtly ignoring the fact that it might even be hard to actually say - in any language.

One of the things that I am vaguely selfishly aware of having wanted for a long time, is the ability - the freedom - both to love someone and to tell them so - the satisfaction of feeling that I have been able to communicate to someone I love, how I love them - it is a gift that I would most like to give and to observe being opened. And further - to know that they understand how I love them.


There are some that do.

Interestingly,
I think they are the ones who would know anyway.

2.26.2008

Slam Newton: a Paleography

(with apologies to the imcomparable Sir Isaac Newton, but he should've thought about that before he wrote his articles so difficult to parse)




CURVES. The incomparable Sir Ifaac Newton
gives this following Ennumeration of Geometri-
cal Lines of the Third or Cubick Order; in which
you have an admirable account of many Species of

Curves which exceed the Conick-Sections,
for they go no higher than the Quadratick or Se-
Second Order.


The Orders of Geometrick Lines.


1: GEOMETRICK-LINES, are beft diftinguifh'd into

Claffes, Genders, or Orders,
according
to the Number of the Dimenfions
of an Equation,
expreffing the relation
between Ordinates and the Abfiffae;

OR, which is much at one,
according to the Number of Points in which they may
be cut by a Right Line.


Wherefore,
a Line of the Firft Order will be only a Right Line:

Thefe of the Second or Quadratick Order, will be
the Circle and the Conick-Sections;

and thefe of the Third or Cubick Order, will be
the Cubical and Nelian Parabola's,
the Ciffoid of the Antients, and
the reft as belew ennumerated.

But a Curve of the Firft Gender
(becaufe a Right Line can't be reckoned among the Curves)
is the fame with a Line of the Second Order,
and a Curve of the Second Gender;
the fame with a Line of the Third Order,
and a Line of an Infinitefimal Order, is
that which a Right Line may cut in infinite Points,
as the Spiral,
Cycloid,
the
Quadratrix,
and every Line generated by the Infinite Revolutions
of a Radius or
Rota.


(this concludes part 1:)

10.23.2007

I Had A Dream,

I say to you today dear friends, that in spite of my general inability to recall them,
that last night, I had a dream.

I had a dream,
that I returned to my homeland in Wisconsin to find the land covered in snow and the roads partially plowed.

I had a dream,
in which my family had, in my absence, acquired a system of transportation to suit the snowy weather. Ordinary bicycling was out of season.

Brothers and sisters,
I had a dream last night,
that the sensible alternative transportation was to adjust your bicycle by hitching a team of adorable sled kittens to the front fork. They were cuddly and soft. They work just like sled dogs, but they are much smaller.

It did not occur to me
until I had been awake for at least several minutes and was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, that a team of sled-kitties hitched to a bicycle is not a normal mode of transportation.

8.28.2007

Time Travel

Last night/This morning,

We gathered for lunar eclipse and tea
(having considered that yelling and beating drums to scare off the beast devouring the moon would be inconsiderate of others' desires to sleep).



However,
when I woke up again,





Traveling back to the present was remarkably easy,
although perhaps I should've taken time to walk around and feel anachronistic first.

8.27.2007

Once in the CoOp, Always in the CoOp

It was so good to hear the words I'd used
to verify community
spoken back to me in invitation

8.08.2007

Pseudo-Persephone

Yesterday, 8/6:

"It's like, a chocolate pomegranate thing," he said, intently applying teeth to the still some-frozen cold dome of chocolate.

plastic wrap lining a small bowl,
microwave-tempered chocolate shell filled with
freshly-picked blackberries (and more chocolate for structure),
set in shape by time and a freezing,
chocolate leaves and berries added at the end

I watched
the chocolate hull of the cake hemisphere gradually give way under white enameled pressure, revealing an interior of many cold juicy beads.

I built him a cake that won't leave anyone stranded in Hades

7.31.2007

A Toast!

(posted 12 18 2007)

7.23.2007

23 July

Upon returning home late at night after a visit home,
I was tired.
But as I approached my bed I found... this... thing...






HelloCthulu

Wherever I go,
It's good to be back.

7.22.2007

22/7

Rough Approximation of Pi Day*


A Rough Approximation of Pie Cake was necessary...

7.15.2007

All Together Now

Two of my friends were married today.

To each other.

It doesn't feel weird. - People my age (and younger) getting married.

I think because it felt like just another way that we could be there for each other as two of us moved through a particular stage of life.

I'm glad I got to come back home for this.

I was prepared to train-hop, carpool, or hitchhike home for this, but fortunately things worked out such that I could just fly.
No way I would've missed it.

His parents adopted me when I befriended his brother in high school. They were all brothers in some sense - some biologically related. With the exception of her brother, the groomsmen were also guys I knew from high school. They made the whole groomsmen thing look like a developing inside joke. We are a dependable, though scattering, friend group. And now he's getting married, so - although not all of us could be there - it seems natural that we would come back together and contribute to his wedding ceremony by providing groomsmen, two (count 'em) two best men, and music. The wedding was held at home in his mother's garden. It was a beautiful day.

I actually don't really know her all that well, but she's certainly a mature, capable, responsible (not to mention beautiful...) young lady for whom I have tremendous respect.

Inevitably, we shall enjoy this time together and will then disperse to the lives we are finding separately. But, it seems that inevitably, some event will prompt our mutual support, and we shall condense again.









7.11.2007

Back at the driveway in W I

Airport Security

They've always enforced the 'take off your shoes' rule whenever I fly.
So I generally comply before they ask, because it takes less time.
however,

...

They never tell me to put my shoes back on again



So I like to walk around in my socks on the carpet
and pretend I can moonwalk on the moving walkways

7.03.2007

July.03.07: 21

I very much enjoy these numbers

Tuesday
July
07.03.07
21
7*3 = 21
21 is one of my favorite numbers.
It looks smooth and white. It's relatively quiet. I like its personality.


And the day is an accordingly beautiful one.

I feel that my assigned numerical value has caught up with my age.
I have been engaged in a continuing process of refinement, sometimes by fire.

I wonder about the different ways by which I could've reached this age and am thankful for the things and people that have brought me to where I am.

I sometimes write notes for my future self.
Or, by then, from my past self.



It's *Tuesday
So I leave work early to bike to my tutoring job. I will go home first to get a different set of clothes and will check my email just before leaving work. In the 5 minutes it takes me to get home, I will get several new messages, one of them being
this awesome birthday card-like thing which will provoke a response of gleefully cackling laughter from me. I will reflect on how nice it is that some friends have left me pleasant messages.

Then I will have a lovely, though rushed, bike ride to NorthEast where I will explain some very nice properties of the unit circle and convenient triangles. The physics professor/tutor will notice my copy of Griffith's Introduction to Elementary Particles and will want to talk about gravity, but I won't really know enough to say anything intelligent.

After tutoring, I sit on the grass in the sun under a sunny blue sky and think about how I am a product of my experiences and of the things that other people have done for me. I wear the red patterned bandana that my brother gave me and the blue running top and shoes that my mom gave me. I sit next to the bike that a friend has let me borrow to replace my usual bike (which was given to me by my Aunt and my Mom). I will eat the snack that I brought: raspberry pie from one of my friends at work, bread that my roommate brought, and an apple (I got that one). I will watch the sky and sing to myself and to God, feeling grateful for events leading to, and carrying through this day.
Eventually, I will pick myself up out of the warm grass and head home.

On my way back, I pull over to watch a response team deal with a man who looked like he was suffering the affects of heat and recent abdominal surgery. I will donate a jar and my white bandana toward the cause of cooling him off (I need to get a new emergency bandana...). I will discover that my friends' bike has a whopping 24 gears which enables me to cause passing cars to slow down and even stop in my frame of reference. I will arrive back at my apartment to discover that my roommate wants to mix me a white russian and a good friend is there baking delicious things.

After running some errands and taking some pictures,
I will talk to my family on the phone. My mom will ask how it feels to be 21.
I'll tell her that it feels appropriate.
She will sound a little surprised at that response.






I think it was less of my first day of being 21 and more of my last day being 20.

6.24.2007

Keeping Portland Weird

First,
after the fashion of so many great discoveries,
I accidentally created an interesting snack.

Feeling hungry, having cheese and crackers on hand, and trailed by a thought bubble depicting a friend of mine making a snack of microwaved cheese on bread (cheesy bread!), I put a few slices of white cheddar on one of those little Breton crackers and stuck it in the microwave. For 30 seconds.

Yes, that is kind of long. ideally, I would've done like, 11 or 12 seconds. But it's one of those microwaves where as soon as you hit the '1', it starts itself up for 1 minute. I am not patient enough to figure out how to stop it from doing this and usually just mentally subtract my desired amount of time from the 1:00 and manually override the microwave when I see fit. There is also a button that says 30sec. This one is useful if I am concerned that I may forget to stop the microwave soon enough (yes, this is actually a valid concern)

So I hit the 30 sec button.
And walked off to put something away in the bathroom, allowing all 30 seconds to elapse. I figured the cheese would just be very melty and very hot and I would suffer for this by trying to eat it too quickly.
I was wrong.

This is what I found in the microwave:



The cheese did not just melt over the cracker.
It solidified in a bubbly crispy lace pattern.

This is interesting because the cheese lace pattern part is actually an acceptable fancy appetizer. You take a baking sheet, spread some oil on it, and arrange shredded cheese in a small flat disk pattern. When baked, the cheese becomes this lacy crispy cheese chip.

Apparently, you can do the same thing, but on a cracker in the microwave.




Also,
last Friday:

Hearing of a strange occurrence to befall the fountain downtown, I biked over:

Just some pudgier-than-usual looking people loitering by the fountain. I suppose, Portland was ranked as the Fat Capital of the US a while back wasn't it? (Come on Milwaukee!)



Oh, but then:



I think there was supposed o be an official beginning,
but when 1800 hours came and no such signal was forthcoming, a friend of mine jumped up, yelled "PillowFIIIIIGHT!
and that was it.


And I saw this cool shark-looking car on the way home.



I wonder if the lady behind the car saw me take the picture and knows she's in a photo somewhere. I wonder how many photos I'm in the background of.