The Netcast is dead. It’s just not worth the effort anymore. Radio is a swimming pool, and I am the lifeguard who just got the job to work on his summer tan. Sweet Avenue will be online every Tuesday at 6pm PST—eastsiders rejoice.
I have not been studying for finals very much. I’m a little scared about my grade in CS. Adleman is what you would call a stream-of-consciousness lecturer, which is wonderful when you’re listening to lectures but hard to digest when you’re writing an exam. Math is also scary, probably because most people who enroll for six classes end up dropping one.
Spelling out my schedule for next semester is harder than spelling bureaucracy. Registration is ridiculously complex. The colleges of USC are countries, and my program is an interdisciplinary border dispute. #
All of the odors we smell every day—like flowers, fresh coffee, or cigarette smoke—are actually made up of several hundred different chemical odors coming from the object. They all hit the nose at once. So we can assume that the brain recognizes a distinct combination of odorants and combines them into one unique, recognizable sensation of smell. Yet when we smell multiple things at the same time, say coffee and a danish, we recognize them individually, even though all the individual chemicals from each object are hitting the nose at the same time. What’s to say that combination of thousands of chemicals doesn’t actually smell like something else, say Tasty Wheat? How do I know I’m smelling two different things, and not just something new I haven’t smelled before that has that particular chemical signature?
I have a neuroscience final in five hours. #
