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    Celebrating a great data acquisition/data processing week, I saw Scott crush a 10 minute set earlier tonight (and made it to Bloomington and back without incurring any municipal fines! Unprecedented success!) and it was all I could do to not ask him to sign “Outhouse Counsel”, which is this happy character’s name and job. (Ratcheting back from historical Dr. Strangelove levels of awkwardness, one encounter at a time!)

    Celebrating a great data acquisition/data processing week, I saw Scott crush a 10 minute set earlier tonight (and made it to Bloomington and back without incurring any municipal fines! Unprecedented success!) and it was all I could do to not ask him to sign “Outhouse Counsel”, which is this happy character’s name and job.

    (Ratcheting back from historical Dr. Strangelove levels of awkwardness, one encounter at a time!)

     
  2. Plays: 70

    Where the devil is my Chooser, indeed.

    In 1999, that sound only meant pretty much the loveliest things.

    Submitted 2 abstracts with the winsome visitor from last week, AND collected data likely securing a fun overseas trip later in the year, AND I handled international training without probably causing any long term incidents (the day is still relatively young!), AND now I have this sound indicating the communiqués from the best people.

    (…And this one (via) for work stuff. Because: professional joy ≈ joy.)

    Though I have failed to keep my day-to-day log of activities up to date this month, the Friday rundown makes me feel preemptively a lot better about potentially just being a goof on the weekends.

     
  3. Day 144: The Champions of Breakfast Triptych Endures.
    I can make both the pro- and anti- preservative arguments.

     
  4. SKANG! 
    For those of you quietly and passively monitoring my worrisome coke problem and tendency toward pyramid schemes, I feel I should note that I drank none of those red capped cokes: I just find caps sometimes.  I did drink all the black ones though.  (Am I coke-racist? eee.) 

    Minutia:  I drank a Coke° this morning that was not a Sprite™ but tasted exactly like a Sprite™.  Or at least my 2-some year old mouth-memory of what a Sprite™ tastes like.  But the fluid was black.  It was like the me¹ of carbonated beverages, if I were slightly more effervescent.  Actually maybe just me¹ without any disclaimers, as pretty much no one would really choose to describe me as bubbly.

    I also purchased none of those little guys. 
    That’s a different set of problems, though.

     
  5. If I showed up at a party with a pope flag, I don’t think it would accord me very much…extra mojo.

    If I showed up at a party with a pope flag,
    I don’t think it would accord me very much…extra mojo.

     
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    Phase I: Steal University.Phase II: ???Phase III: Profit.




The snow-covered world is an abstraction of the world that lies underneath: the details are smoothed over, the color is removed, all that is left is an essence of shape. These are the forms that one can work with. This is how the mathematician thinks. This is what she does, in her minds eye, to the world around her.
(Cribbed From: this).




Fixing signs is almost public service.

    Phase I: Steal University.
    Phase II: ???
    Phase III: Profit.

    The snow-covered world is an abstraction of the world that lies underneath: the details are smoothed over, the color is removed, all that is left is an essence of shape. These are the forms that one can work with. This is how the mathematician thinks. This is what she does, in her minds eye, to the world around her.

    (Cribbed From: this).

    Fixing signs is almost public service.

     
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    It’s all too much!  (More after the jump.)
[Image of the ΛΕΓΟ statue, amidst the snow.]

    It’s all too much! 
    (More after the jump.)

    [Image of the ΛΕΓΟ statue, amidst the snow.]

     
  8. Ohman, back when I speculated about this, I didn’t realize this already existed.

    image

     
  9. I still tend to suspect feelings of wellness.

    (The Teamocil jingle has been stuck in my head since my “There’s no H in Car-ybdis, at least not in this garage” moment earlier.)

     
  10. The Hazards on my Daily Odysseys
    I only leave chalk-based graffito* because all entities move and nothing remains still.  We all can make everyone’s day a little more epic, though.  

    (There’s no H in “Charybdis" when it is in a garage.)

    *I park across from 20, which is the space I use to align myself when backing in, at constant peril to my mirrors.

     
  11. Plays: 9

    The Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library¹ Typewriter Hum²

    A. I didn’t break the typewriter, I swear.
    B. Did you see yesterday’s Adventure Time?  It was kind of an amusing twist on the recurring Vonnegut Dream.
    C. I was over there listening to this hum on Saturday for about 10 minutes before I recorded this and then the docent came over to chat so I left.  But I probably could have listened to it for an hour.  It’s really calming.

    ¹ They’re my neighbors and it’s where I go to sit³.

    ² It is a Smith-Corona Coronamatic 2200, but not THE Smith-Corona Coronamatic 2200  (I don’t think.)

    ³From the mightiest Pharaoh to the lowliest peasant, who doesn’t enjoy a good sit?

     
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    I’m not my own worst enemy.  Four smaller versions of myself working together against me: THAT would be a challenge.

    I’m not my own worst enemy. 
    Four smaller versions of myself working together against me: THAT would be a challenge.

     
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    I think I would be a “leave weird notes inside lunches” kind of parent. Even if they are all logged for controlled psychological experimentation* and monitoring purposes. Until then, I do enjoy *finding* these things after a couple weeks, that is why they get stuck 20-60 pages later in lab notebooks. Every day has surprises if you think ahead and have a bad memory.
Cf. this guy.
(*Mostly kidding. Only seriously in the awesome case of quadruplets.)

    I think I would be a “leave weird notes inside lunches” kind of parent. Even if they are all logged for controlled psychological experimentation* and monitoring purposes. Until then, I do enjoy *finding* these things after a couple weeks, that is why they get stuck 20-60 pages later in lab notebooks. Every day has surprises if you think ahead and have a bad memory.

    Cf. this guy.

    (*Mostly kidding. Only seriously in the awesome case of quadruplets.)

     
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    Champions of Breakfast triptych.  Per that toot the other day, the eggs are not amused, though—bad jokes about preservatives and perseverance aside—I am actually quite curious how things hold up with puncture wounds.
There’s a temporary lady doing books whose desk view just let her watch me eat breakfast.  I’m sure she is internally horrified.  I eat unamused eggs at my desk after I’ve taken enough data to earn them.  Sometimes that is closer to lunchtime.  It’s what I do.  Judge away!
Anyhow, Fridge Team Delta is go.  By which I mean done. I think I have quelled the completion anxieties for this week. No more scrimshaw. For now.

    Champions of Breakfast triptych.
    Per that toot the other day, the eggs are not amused, though—bad jokes about preservatives and perseverance aside—I am actually quite curious how things hold up with puncture wounds.

    There’s a temporary lady doing books whose desk view just let her watch me eat breakfast.  I’m sure she is internally horrified.  I eat unamused eggs at my desk after I’ve taken enough data to earn them.  Sometimes that is closer to lunchtime.  It’s what I do.  Judge away!

    Anyhow, Fridge Team Delta is go.  By which I mean done. I think I have quelled the completion anxieties for this week. No more scrimshaw. For now.

    (Source: m.flickr.com)

     
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    Though labeled “wrong color for a heart”*, this actually *is* the color of a lot of cardiac muscle tissue on slides I’ve seen.  It doesn’t seem right, but there it is.  This one bleeds natural and artificial cherry goop. I bought too many the other day, that is the why we’re revisiting this as media.  Not hearts: that’s offal. (Groan away, I can’t hear you!)  Anyhow.  Popt heart.
What’s the real lesson?Cryomicrotomatically broken heart: roughly the off-white to dusky color of non-enzymatically browned toaster pastries.
(*It’s a good turn of phrase, cf., E01.)

    Though labeled “wrong color for a heart”*, this actually *is* the color of a lot of cardiac muscle tissue on slides I’ve seen.  It doesn’t seem right, but there it is.  This one bleeds natural and artificial cherry goop. I bought too many the other day, that is the why we’re revisiting this as media.  Not hearts: that’s offal. (Groan away, I can’t hear you!)  Anyhow.  Popt heart.

    What’s the real lesson?
    Cryomicrotomatically broken heart: roughly the off-white to dusky color of non-enzymatically browned toaster pastries.

    (*It’s a good turn of phrase, cf., E01.)