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Hey, recently, i’ve been obsessed with HBO’s Band of Brothers. HBO has a historical site that permits searching by area for servicemen that had posted stories. I found a marine from Manalapan, a soldier from Eatontown who landed at Omaha Beach, as well as a bunch of others from New Jersey.
Hot dog! I think New York City gets free print copies of The Onion. sweet!
-> Mommy, what’s aerobraking?
=> Well, sweetie, aerobraking is a spaceflight technique wherein an orbiting spacecraft brushes against the top of a planetary atmosphere. The friction of the atmosphere against the surface of the spacecraft slows down and lowers the craft’s orbital altitude. The solar panels is are used to provide the maximum drag in a symmetrical position that allows some control as the spacecraft passes through the atmosphere.
I’m pretty relaxed these days. I’ve been keeping really busy with CTV and my UI job and, oh yeah, classes. Hardly any time is left to just loaf around. I think loafing around is the Activity of the young. yes.
I’ve had beef with the merger of AOL Time Warner for a while. That company is just way too big. You would not believe that stuff owned by one single conglomerate company. I’ve been meaning to do some research and create a graphical display of all its divisions, and consequently, scare the crap out of you. Fortunately, I found this page which has done that already. Take a look, don’t be afraid (although you should be.)
I have a five-day weekend coming up because of election day. What should I do? a cruise? how about a trip to the isles? road trip? ahh… to be young and free of responsibilities.
I love epiphanies. Tonight, while studying for midterms, I realized that I am a terrible terrible student. I rarely do homework on time; I am almost never caught up on the material during lectures; and I am perpetually kissing deadlines, waiting for the last possible moment to finish. I stopped caring about grades (which is good), but I also manage to not learn the material (which is bad for my life.)
How did a terrible student like me wind up at a place like this?
I realize that being a god-awful student qualifies for membership in a huge fraternity of people who are procrastinators, cheators, grade grubbers, and the like. It hurts me especially to find out that I am a terrible student because… I always thought of myself as an educated person who craved knowledge and despised ignorance.
alright, back to cramming…
Hey sorry about the lack of posts. As you can see from the long list of things I have to do this week, I haven’t had much time to post. I’ll have some stuff soon.
I think I need to let go of my obsession with finding The Answer. It’s starting to have an effect on how I view myself. That is, I should stop feeling like every personal truth I stumble upon is a Definitive Answer. Because several days later, I will find myself understanding it a bit more, and seeing it in a different light.
I think my love of the existence of The Answer is why sometimes I sound like an arrogant blow-hard, a pompous a-hole, and an overall horn-tooter.
I reread my post from yesterday. To be honest, I am a bit ashamed at it. I don’t think it came across the way I intended. The way I wrote it, I made it sound like my newfound difficulties in school was turning my world upside. It’s not like that. It should be read: “suffering cats, I am miserable. I feel terrible. I don’t know why I feel so alone. oh yeah, and it doesn’t help that I have ungodly amounts of school work that’s giving me hell.”
Right now, I am feeling a sort of refined sense of sorrow. Still emotional. I had an great contemp civ class today. [more to come...]
[EDIT: I didn’t say nothing. shhhhhh. I should stop writing when I’m emotional. (what a lie).
The following is one of many by-products of a six-hour study session at Butler with friends. a Bay creation:
“There once was a boy named Abhay Nihalani
Whose life was a collection of lousy origami
Each crease was a mistake, each fold was a vice
And the intended swan resembled the 3 blind mice.
My bathroom smells terrible. It reeks of discarded vaginal bandages. Ugh. I hate living with hemorrhaging females. Don’t even get me started about the toilet seat.
I think my Columbia University personal advisor is dead. I sent her an email a while ago and she didn’t respond. Well, if she isn’t dead, she sure is useless.
Beastie Boys’ Grand Royal label, as you may know, has gone belly up. They’re having a fire sale! Get what you can! FAST!
Please read the Onion this week.
Does your life lack direction? Do you have interests but do not know how to convert them into a career? Worry no more, the Bureau of Labor Statistics has a site for you! This is their explanation of a computer scientist:
“Computer scientists work in offices, labs, or at home. They work about 40 hours a week. They spend a lot of time in front of a computer and may develop eye strain, back aches, and hand and wrist problems.”
mmmm…. sign me up!
My suite/apartment has a fruit-fly infestation. I have never experienced something so benign yet so frigging annoying. Mendel must have drove himself nuts.