Archive for April, 2002

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Why hello there! My friends are starting to complain, so it’s time to post again.

Oh oh oh! Soul Asylum - Misery. Why did they stop playing stuff like this on the radio?

I got me some housing. It’s nice. New two-bedroom apartment overlooking downtown. What’s that? You need someplace to live? I need roommates. Email.

Finals are approaching with a quickness. A little scary… in a lot of my classes this semester, the final is worth about 45%. I have to smoothly operate next week if I want good grades. Which means that I need to regulate the studying situation now. H-dog.

I’ll own EE. Utopia shouldn’t be too bad, with a little creativity. Physics will be hard, but I’ll be prepared. Today, in calculus, I learned the Grand Unified Theorem? of calculus, which is the culmination of everything from Calc I to Calc III. Just one simple equation (Generalized Stokes’ Theorem, for the mathies in the audience). Wow! It all makes sense. How cool.

A few weeks ago, I somehow discovered this sparkling gem of a government website. I haven’t stopped laughing since. It’s started conversations like this:

   Chris: digz, lezz get in your golf and have us a clam bake
   Joe: lol…shit dawg, you be trippin’
   Chris: i be trippin’ on the chunky

I was also pleased to learn that marimba is slang for marijuana. Those federales be dope wit’ my lingo, yo.

It’s time to go to bed, so that I can get up tomorrow and study. It’s an official USC study day, so I might as well. Did I mention that I have three (3) exams on one day next week? Oy. Six hours of tests. Hardcore.

Flashlights Moving at the Speed of Light

Yes, I hardly write here anymore. I’ve suddenly lost interest. I guess most of the things that I want to write about are private and don’t belong on the Internet. Those things are the elements of the more depressing moments of my life, anyway, and they wouldn’t be very much fun to write about.

Suffice it to say:

Girls are responsible for most of the high points and low points in my life. Mostly low points, recently. I won’t get into detail. My happiness practically varies with the phases of the moon, corresponding only to the random whims of these strange, strange creatures.

My therapist is the man. I haven’t missed a single appointment since I started with him. I have more of the will to get up at 6:30a three times a week recently. Might have something to do with the lack of electric current awaiting me. We do hot, we do massage, we do ultrasound, we do cold. Today, we made the discovery that tendonitis isn’t my only problem. You see, there’s only one thing that travels all the way from the base of your skull to your fingertips, and that’s the ulnar nerve. I have some bad neck problems — the pain (which I’ve learned to ignore as a “normal level of pain” in my neck) radiates down my arm. Yay. That explains why I have general pain through my wrist, instead of the kind of pin-point pain commonly associated with tendonitis. Although I have that, too. Oy.

I love physics. It’s all I do anymore… not that it was my choice. But really, it’s good stuff. We just finished up special relativity, which is one of the first things Einstein came up with. It’s amazing. He pulled this stuff out of thin air — and it makes no sense — and it works experimentally. Wow. And he did it all in his head. No experiments. Crazy. While he was working a dumb job in a patent office. So, what happens if you get a flashlight moving at near the speed of light, and turn the light on in the direction of motion? Opposite the direction of motion? Not what you would expect, non-physicists in the audience. Black magic, that’s what happens.

We’re working on a quiz right now that’s all about the Fourier Transform. Anybody familiar with SETI@Home knows about FFT, the Fast Fourier Transform. Well, I’m busy deriving it. Hehe.

Music is great. I think I want to stick with the music minor… I just hope my arm heals. The therapist says that there’s hope. I hope he’s right. I want to be in the band again. I miss it. It’s a time commitment, so what. I’m sure there’s nothing quite like marching into the LA Coliseum, entertaining 100,000 people.

I have my highs and my lows. The lows are more pronounced. But, all the time, I think about how beautiful and amazing the world is. Life is good. I think.

Sleepy

Comedy gold.

Sorry that I haven’t updated here in a while — particularly for those of my friends that use this as a way to keep up with my life. I never seem to get motivated enough to post here.

Well, I guess I’m just about to go to bed. I really should try to go to sleep earlier. The more I sleep, the more tired I am during the day (or night, as the case may be). Hmmm.

My wrist hurts (I should say forearm, really), but my appointment with my new therapist on Friday went very well. I’m confident in his ability to make the pain go away, and to make things better in the long run.

I live a very lonely life out here. To be honest, I’m ready to be done with the semester and go home. I’ll sleep for a long time when I get home. In my big warm bed. In my quiet room. Spring break wasn’t long enough. I’ll play some video games, and do some web design. Things that I like doing. Things with less responsibility.