...Prove Their Worth...

"Problems worthy of attack
prove their worth
by hitting back." - Piet Hein

A kind of running diary and rambling pieces on my struggles with assorted books, classes, and other things, as they happen. You must be pretty bored to be reading this...

Sunday, May 25, 2003

I also need to visit the UK. My reasons range from the general touristy ones, to the availability of certain books there which are hard to find in the US, and to the fact that in Manchester, a rabbit got a parking ticket.

Saturday, May 24, 2003

Oh my fuckin' God. I have got to visit Japan some day. I just found a link to the most hilariously bizarre thing ever while reading Charlie Stross's latest update (highly recommended web log, by the way [and read any of his stories you can get your hands on - he's a fantastic scifi writer]). It's well known that there exists anime for every taste. Well, it turns out that even those whose tastes run to 'hamster sex comedies' aren't left out. Ladies and gentlemen, I point you at Oruchuban Ebichu (and that's a link to the first of several DVD collections). Here is a review. Apparently, this is a special 'housekeeping hamster', and it's somehow involved in the explicitly rendered sex lives of the humans it lives with. It gets better. The studio producing this is Gainax, and the creative mind is Anno Hideaki. Not only that, but the starring female role is voiced by Mitsuishi Kotono (you may have heard of a character of hers named 'Misato' before). Yes, ladies and gentlemen. The creative team behind that famous pinnacle of mind-bending anime, Neon Genesis Evangelion, have managed to top themselves!

[cue uncontrollable twitching accompanied by maniacal giggling]

Lazy bums of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your laziness. Or something like that. It's been another few weeks since I've deigned to update this thing. I'm lazy.

Nothing spectacular occured in the interregnum. I finished out a semester at the world-famous locus of academic (and tobacco-smoking) excellence known as my local community college. (R3pr3s3nt!) My age counter got incremented, and my decrepitude and general old-fartness are now reaching truly impressive heights. Or should that be lows?

I'm getting closer to finishing a text on vector spaces. In fact I'm supposed to be working on some problems from it right now, and I'm procrastinating by updating this page. I bought a used book on differential equations, and it arrived today. The idea is to get to know (in an intimate yet platonic way) a lot of the short-bus-riding differential equations with funny French names (Bessel, Laguerre, Jean-Luc Picard, et cetera), as well as various nifty equation-solving techniques that I haven't seen before. I know the text I just got to be good, because I'd been working with a library copy for a while now. Well, anyway, this particular used book was advertised as being in 'near fine' condition, and that seems to be more or less accurate. There was, however, an amusing surprise. Across the front of the text, in large golden embossed letters are the words "Professional Review Copy. Not For Sale." So if I ever want to sell this thing, people will think I stole it. Ah well. What's between the covers is what matters.

I also got an impressive amount of white paint in my hair this evening. This was due to a room-painting mishap involving paint (duh), a paint roller, a wall, a step ladder, duct tape, and my legendary clumsiness. I'd describe exactly what happened, but it was sufficiently confusing that I'm not going to bother. I was probably quite a sight while jogging tonight, what with the half-white hair, paint-spattered shorts, and a scent that would best be described as 'eau du paint factory'. No rabbits this evening, and I don't blame them. I wouldn't want to run into me tonight either.

Saturday, May 03, 2003

I know I haven't updated this thing in quite a while. That kind of sucks, I suppose, but the trouble is that I haven't been very motivated to write about anything lately. Go figure.

In any case, winter is now officially over, and I've got two pieces of unrelated trivia. First, Mr. Thumpy is alive! Or, to be somewhat more precise, there is still a wild rabbit prowling the neighbourhood at night, and I had a close encounter with him while jogging a few days ago. He gave me a chilling look, and then hopped away.

Also, if you go to see the new X-men movie (it's a fun one!), and manage to get super-duper-mutant sticky gum all over your shoes at the theater, take heart. As it turns out, acetone is sticky gum's kryptonite, and rubbing at said gum with an acetone-soaked paper towel will get it right off. Acetone, for what it's worth, is a neat organic solvent, and you can get it at any supermarket, where it's sold as 'nail polish remover'.