Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
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20090220

My Art

This was what I did tonight/this morning.

Media: Duncan Donuts coffee grounds (regular blend), rubber cement, old coffee, old green tea, Colgate Whitening Bubbles toothpaste, Jelly Bellys, echinacea supplements (pill and crushed), Edge gel shaving cream, Joy ultra concentrated lemon dishwasher detergent, Speed Stick deodorant on 8.5x11 medium weight copy paper.  "Paintbrush" constructed from wooden chopsticks, Kleenex tissue, rubber bands.

I call it 'Collapsing Hydrocarbon Waveform'.

20090110

SCTA-1

Since this is my personal blog, I thought I should share a bit about a personal project.  Sherwin and I have just finished what we think is a stable build of our encryption algorithm SCTA-1 (Stream Cipher Test Algorithm 1).  You can read about and download it at our SourceForge.net site.

Don't trust it for your encrypted data just yet though.  We're going to see if we can find any cryptanalysts willing to find weaknesses before we get too excited.

It's definitely been a fun project to work on, though.  Lots of brainstorming, mathematics, and even some physics.  I wouldn't mind doing something like this for a living.

20090109

exposition on the paradox of philites

Jackson, I stole your phrase "convenient fiction" from Facebook.  I liked it, and I hope you don't mind.

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EXPOSITION ON THE PARADOX OF PHILITES
Matthew Daniels

There is a curious force behind the Philites which one can only know once one associates long enough and close enough to that group. A race of would-be intellects, seeded with the forlorn philosophies of a more cynical age, the Philites are to be found in most corners of the developed world.  They are oftentimes sad, in pain, or in a state of distress, oftentimes of their own choosing.  This is the paradox of the Philites; they submit themselves to these states of what we foreigners can only surmise to be the manifestations of awkward philosophies of life, from which happiness will bloom at some time and location to be announced at a later date.

Why does the Philite do what he does?  Why does he shun reason?  Why does he profess stupidity at every turn, but continue to act in the manner with which he claims to clearly see the fault?  And why is that anger blinds him so much more quickly than his fellows?
This may be a task more suited for the psychologist than the philosopher, but we shall take a stab at it nonetheless.  What follows is what we hypothesize and investigate.

The Philites are a weak-minded group; not necessarily in the realm of intellect, but it is clear that the survival of their mental state depends on social confirmation.  This is odd, indeed, since each and every Philite will undeniably claim to be a unique individual, and that this individuality is indeed the highest trophy of their being.  Those of us on the outside looking in, of course, can clearly see how false this is.  I do not argue that each and every person is not unique - it is my belief that each soul is built with a bit of a craftsman's touch, and that the slightest details can make a person a special character unlike any other.  But I do argue that in a quest for individuality (which we may all face at some point or another), the Philites take the easy way out - they conform to a culture whose members claim not to conform.  It is a prebuilt package for freedom; a cookie-cutter philosophy for those rushing to establish with the world that they are, in fact, individuals.  The Philite culture is a convenient fiction of rebellion and contempt for society, fabricated and delivered to those not ready to pursue their own dreams.

The adoption of Philite culture is not unlike subscribing to some magazines.  The middle aged man who has always wanted a sailboat, but is too nervous to pay for one or to sail one, may just subscribe to a sailing magazine to satiate his own fictions. The widow who no longer tends her garden may nonetheless subscribe to Better Homes and Gardens, if only to remember what her garden was like and fantasize about the new flowers she might - but will probably not - plant in the spring.

In the same way that the woman hides in the colorful pages of Better Homes and Gardens instead of tending to her own garden, thirsty for attention, the Philite hides beneath the mask of a synthetic freedom as his life and its opportunities shrivel up.  He may adopt habits that accent this lifestyle, as well - he is oftentimes a smoker or drinker trying to relieve the "pain" of life which his culture seems to pursue so vigorously.

The practicing Philite will loyally argue that this is all false.  He will likely maintain that all the choices he made were unbiased and simply the manifestation of his own being. In particular, he is quite certain that no Philite representative knocked on his door one day with a membership form.

But of course, a representatives have been knocking on his door for years.  These representatives are the music, movies, and other cultural pressures which together are the identity of the Philite way.

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To be proofread, edited with a hatchet, edited with a scalpel, and concluded...

20081201

a not immediately pertinent dilemma

So a few weeks ago I decided to pick up a double major in math (in addition to physics, my current/primary major).  I emailed my adviser about it and she said she thought it looked like a good idea, but today I went and talked to her; partially, just to talk.

That was the beginning of my little pre-life crisis.  We talked a bit, and she suggested a few different options for my undergraduate career:

  1. Follow my current plan; double major in math and physics.
  2. Major in Physics and graduate in 3 years.
  3. Major in Physics, graduate in 4 years, and - as a result - have a light course load, allowing me to do lots of research.
  4. Become an economist instead of physicist - it pays way better, has way more job options, and is still mathematics-based, so I'd enjoy it.
Karen later suggested that I consider Law school.

What do I do?  The worse part is that Dr. Marinesque actually gave some pretty good reasons for not being a physicist - which is doubly disturbing, seeing as how she's a physicist.  I guess it seems like such a different profession, since we learn about the glorified scientists of Bell Labs and in government research programs and such.  It turns out that, today, employment rate for physicists in industry is effectively zero, because nobody does any fundamental research anymore.  National Labs (under DoE) does virtually no research either; there is no market for physicists.

So where do you get hired (currently) as a physicist?  Academia.  And she said that there are 20 to 30 jobs available worldwide per year.

Now, having checked Wikipedia as I write this, I see that she kinda tricked me.  Sure, no physicists are hired... to be theorists and researchers.  But as I had predicted, physicists are hired in lots of fields where either a general knowledge of science (or just proof that one is an intelligent person) is needed, so I feel kinda better.   It was still disturbing, though.

One thing she suggested was that, since I like math, that I become an economist.  She cited that:
  1. Economists are very well paid
  2. Economists are very much wanted industry/the economy
  3. I could have an awesome, rich, happy life
But I'm really feeling the physics/math thing, to be honest.  Oh, and Karen suggested that I go to law school, which I wouldn't say no to, but that I probably wouldn't say yes to.

You know, I just feel like I'm fooling myself into a romanticized life that'll end up being a huge failure, eh?  I don't want that.  I want to be successful in whatever I end up doing, so I can live comfortably, support my family.

Perhaps most importantly - and this, I think, is what's the core of my being worried - I want to have time in my life to do what I want.  Namely, besides my work responsibilities, I want to have time with my family, I want time to do cool projects with poetry and coding and music, and I really, really want to keep doing martial arts.  Like, for the rest of my life.

I mean, I tell people this, but I don't think they take me seriously: I would be really happy opening a kung fu studio.  It would make me happy, it would be profitable if I did well with it from a business perspective, et cetera.  I would love to do it.  But the strange, invisible pressures of society tell me that I can't do that.  Something forces me to think that by getting a college education, especially in a science, and then applying that knowledge to the "real" world, I'm a better person.

*sigh* @ being mildly depressed.

20081107

clemson chinese martial arts club

So, in light of my recent Cuong Nhu fallout, I've decided for several reasons to start my own martial arts club.  I hope nobody takes it the wrong way; I'm not mad at Darius or at Cuong Nhu.  I respectfully disagree with their philosophies on the martial arts, and I also am disappointed that there isn't already a Chinese marital arts club at Clemson.  In an effort to "be the change you want to see in the world", so to speak, I've started designing my own club that I can hopefully start in the spring semester, although I may wait until next fall so I can have a larger student starting base (since I can have an exhibit at the club fair then).

I had an issue when I was coming up with this in my head, though.  The issue is this: I know a lot of kung fu, but I don't want to rush the teaching of it.  I want to teach the forms slowly, and include lots of applications, breathing exercises, and drills.  This means that if I teach a linear curriculum to all students, I would get through perhaps a quarter of what I know before I graduate.  But if the club is going to continue after that, they would need to collectively know a bit more than that.

Instead of using a linear curriculum then, I took inspiration from both sifu Yao Li's curriculum, as well as an idea of specialization that you see in lots of RPGs (sort of like sub classes), and have decided to use a curriculum that offers several paths of study.  Observe my cool image:
In my curriculum, everybody (with some exceptions) would start with learning 1st Long Fist.  The reasoning here is that 1st Long Fist includes a lot of general movements and patterns in it that are seen throughout the martial arts.  In this way, everybody can at least come from a similar background when discussing mechanics of kung fu.  The form would also build flexibility and endurance, which is good for all branches of martial arts.  Finally, it will let everyone get to work together before being in more specific groups.  The rare exception I would make to this rule would be if someone wanted to take Tai Chi but didn't feel like they had the capacity for the kind of exercise required for a wushu form.  This might pop up if an older adult or someone with health problems wanted to take tai chi for its health benefits.

After learning 1st Long Fist, students could choose their next form out of these three: 2nd Long Fist, the 24 move Yang style tai chi form, or the baby mantis form (which I may start calling "junior" mantis to remove the negativish connotation).  After learning this form, the idea is that they would continue along the track they chose, but they could always change tracks if they so desired.

As for the different tracks, I tried to place forms in what seemed to me to be a logical ordering.  For the Tai Chi track, I started with the 24, which seems like an obvious starting point and is kind of a universal standard for starting off with the Yang style.  After that, I inserted some Chi Kung, and some philosophy will probably go in there as well, in addition to push hands exercises and meditation.  Following that, the student can learn, in whatever order they wish, the other three forms: the 42 combined sword form, the 48 combined open hand form, or the fan form I learned.  Of course, after that, I'll hopefully have learned more myself so there is something else to teach!

In the Wu Shu track, the students would learn 2nd Long Fist right after 1st Long Fist.  Following this, they would get their first exposure to a weapon with the 32 long staff.  From there, they could pick up the 32 short staff, 32 spear, or compulsory (108) long fist.  If, god forbid, they finished all that, I would still have plenty to teach them, so I'm not so worried about that.  They would probably continue with the two 32 swords, compulsory long staff, compulsory broadsword, double broadsword, etc.

The last track is an odd one.  Since I made the first two tracks kind of pure in their topics, I didn't know what to do with the other stuff I knew.  As such, I created what I initially wanted to call an "Exotic" track, but decided to call the "Survey" track instead, which was probably a good decision.  It would start of with the mantis form and then go either to some southern forms like nan chuan and nan quin, or they would learn fonza and eagle.  Beyond that, they might pick up things like bei shaolin (if I ever learn it), and 18 elbows, which my instructor said I'll be learning at some point.  If nothing else, they could pick up some more long fist forms.

So that's that.  If any mandarin speakers are reading this, please excuse my awful romanizations.

20081105

vitamins and vector fields

We'll discuss the title in reverse order though.

Remember those useless slope fields we got in Calc AB?  Turns out they were just special cases of vector fields, which are both awesome and powerful.  We took notes on them today, so I've included said notes here as photos.  I may type them up or properly scan them at some point, and I'll put them up then.  I have also included some notes on triple integration over spherical coordinates for the overachieving reader.

Finally, I'd like to let everyone know that I'm having a pure fruit breakfast this morning, and that the smoothies are pretty okay.  They're pineapply, which is good.


20081027

martial philosophy fallout - my story of cuong nhu failure

Tonight, I'm considering quitting Cuong Nhu.  And, strangely, although it's been sitting in my mind for a while, everything has been put into place by one of the people I've come to respect most at Clemson - Darius Jones, my Cuong Nhu teacher.

I originally started Cuong Nhu because I was afraid to lose the aspect of my life which is so centered on martial arts.  Looking around at what clubs existed at Clemson, I found a disheartening lack of any Chinese martial arts (which seem to be going strong at all the other institutions I have friends at).  The closest thing I could find was Cuong Nhu, which blends several arts together including Wing Chun and T'ai Chi Chuan.

So I enrolled.

A particularly interesting thing about Cuong Nhu that attracted me was its similarity to Kempo.  With that in mind, I felt pretty good about how I was doing in class.  I tried to be very careful about over-performing, so to speak.  And I did pretty well at that too.

Soon, though, I came to realize that something was missing.  I'm not sure if it was because I knew too much already, or if it was because of a lack of something in the instructors' roles, but I was certainly not being mentally stimulated.  The physical conditioning was great, don't get me wrong.  But I hold the strong opinion that the martial arts are not just physical, but also both mental and spiritual, and I was not getting the latter two of those stimulations.

I had kind of known all along that this was going to happen to a degree, because I would initially be training alongside less experienced martial artists; and that's okay.  I actually enjoy watching them learn, and I'm glad that I can help them when I can.  So I knew this was coming, but I had a plan.  To compensate, my plan was to make an effort to more deeply understand the art.  My plan was to examine every part of it carefully, with scrutiny, and perhaps understand the both the mechanics and the philosophy of it with more depth.

In the first few weeks of my classes, this kinda worked out.  And to my surprise, some of my instructors even seemed to supplement my training.  I remember that during our first class about rolling, Sensai Nick coached me on new, harder things try since I initially knew how to do it all or picked it up with a good bit of ease.

I'm not saying that I got everything right, of course.  Many things were harder for me, since I was accustomed to other philosophies of fighting.  But that's okay.

Sadly, though, things like that faded.  I was back to my initial plan; criticize, examine, scrutinize, disassemble, and comprehend.  I didn't have malicious intent with these things; my plan was not to expose flaws in the system.  I figured that if a scholar learns by careful analysis of literature, why shouldn't an martial practitioner learn by careful analysis of his art?  So this is what I did, and I kept it in my head, in notebooks, and some of it in my muscle memory.

Today, though, I was corrected for the form I took on my "inner chop" strike (crosshand shuto strike).  I didn't really mind, and I corrected it, but I asked afterwards why we should fully chamber the hand instead of striking from the waist.  I knew the answer, of course, because I had been asked the question seemingly hundreds of times by white belts, especially the younger ones.  But I asked anyway, because I felt that having mastered the basic strike, it was more efficient and practical to not fully chamber to the ear.

This is the point at which our marital philosophies took separate paths.  My answer to this question would be "because we learn it this way to make your strike better as you perfect it", meaning that we learn it this way as white belts so that we understand the outline of motion, but that it is clearly ideal to generate equal force across a shorter (and therefore quicker) path of attack.  We will also, then, eliminate telegraphing the strike to the opponent.

Sensai Darius's answer, however was simply - and I paraphrase, of course, because I can't remember verbatim - that we do it this way because that's the way it is.  This answer was, on the whole, not what I expected.  I've given that answer to questions before too, but usually when it pertained to the order of moves in forms and katas or the names associated with techniques.  I almost never given such an answer when a student has questioned the mechanics or practicality of a strike, and neither have my instructors before me.  Even if the answer is "we'll talk about it later", I try to explain the reasoning behind the move.

I was so surprised by this answer that I was actually somewhat... distraught?  From a man I had come to respect and, to a degree, admire as a martial artist, I had expected a more elaborate comparison of my suggestion against his dictated form.  He acknowledged that my way might make sense sometimes, but that we did it this way for basics.

Clearly, this makes sense, right?  Well, sort of, but not really.  I understand that this would be the answer to someone who has just learned the strike, but he and I both know that I've been doing the strike for 14 years.  I can do the strike in my sleep.  If our roles were switched, I would have allowed it to be done differently in basics if it made more sense and wasn't too big of a change.  Why?  Because basics are where we engrain technique into our muscle memory.  In a fighting situation, simply knowing that it would be faster to throw a shuto from the hip means nothing if all you've ever done is thrown it from the ear, just like remembering what a technique looks like doesn't help you until you've practiced it over and over.

[On a separate note, I also asked why we have to start our wrist from a weird rotated position before executing a middle (#1 or #2) block.  He did give me an answer this time; but I can't make sense of it.  He claimed that by rotating the arm as it blocked, it would "torque" the arm to give it more power.  I can't make sense of this, though; the only effect outside of the arm would be a (very!) slight increase in angular momentum, but on the axis of the arm, not the axis of motion.]

Anyway, I asked him this while everyone was getting water, and class restarted afterwards.  It continued and ended.

After class, he pulled me aside into the equipment room, along with Sensai Bruce.

The first thing he told me about was that some of the time I was standing with my arms crossed or on my belt, and that it wasn't really following etiquette.  Mreh, I think, okay.  I know that I do that sometimes, especially when I'm tired, and I understand where he's coming from (even though it's not in the etiquette list that he claimed stated it).  So whatever.  I'll try to fix that.

But then... ugh.  Then it came.

Paraphrasing (hopefully not too unfairly), he said that my question was to some degree out of line, but that my follow up response of dissatisfaction with his answer came off as arrogant and cocky.  To his credit, he did allow that perhaps it just came off this way and that I didn't mean it, but it was quite clear from his manner of speech and his follow up remarks that he was quite convinced that I was was being cocky and arrogant.

Which is untrue!  If I write a critical analysis of Kant, am I claiming to be a superior philosopher?  If I question the mechanics of a proof in calculus, am I claiming to be a superior mathematician to my professor?  Can I not question - and requestion, if necessary - the mechanics of a martial art?

Apparently, the answer is no.  He made it quite clear (although Sensai Bruce seemed to keep contradicting him on a few points, a pattern for which I was quite thankful) that Cuong Nhu was static and, to put in short, set in stone until his superiors say otherwise.

In some ways, I find this to be arrogant.  Consider the various styles of Chinese wu shu.  They have been around for millenia, and are still being refined - not by some core board of directors, but by both masters and students across the world, bettering styles and letting them be adopted through a genetic natural selection of sorts.  But in accordance with Taoist philosophy, there is very little close-mindedness in the Chinese arts.

I thought this was true with Cuong Nhu, considering that one of their "Five O's" is "Open Mind."  But I suppose your mind can only be open to yourself.

What came next was a bigger surprise; after I talked a bit about practicality in self-defense, Darius made the (in my opinion, very broad and philosophical) claim that Cuong Nhu is not primarily about self defense, but about self betterment.  I could see where he was going until he said that "the moves are irrelevant... if we are told [to load a shuto from the forehead], then we should do it."  While many martial arts are deeply rooted in philosophy and many, especially Chinese arts, ultimately aspire to other than physical perfection, I have never heard of a respected martial art which disregards the "martial" aspect as nothing more than a medium for self improvement and "following orders" (as he said).

I don't just want a self-improvement program, and I don't just want a physical fitness regimen.  I want an art.

This is why I am considering quitting, but I'll probably let the semester run through and see how I feel then.  If I do quit, I will probably start a Clemson Wu Shu Association of sorts, since I know some people who have expressed interest.  It seems to be pretty popular at colleges these days anyway, and I know a few people from Charleston and North Carolina who I might be able to get to do some cool seminars on occasion.

Blegh.  If you got all the way to here without skipping, you gain 450 exp.  Congratulations.  I have more to say, but this is way too long as it is, so I'll discuss it later.

20081015

o2 shortages

I'm getting lightheaded, singing these songs too much and too loud:

Across the Universe
Let It Be
Girl
Hey Jude
Norwegian Wood
I'll Be Right Behind You, Josephine
Naked As We Came

Can you guess what mood I'm in?

tea in the mic

I just came back from dinner at Harcombe (a fairly unimpressive meal), but the few hours before are what I want to blog about.  At 4:30 today, I went to the Hendrix Center for International Tea and Coffee Hour.  It was pretty neat; I talked to this grad student from Sri Lanka about research he's doing on synthesizing membranes which can sustain hydrogen fuel cell reactions at 120 degrees, I talked to an electrical engineering guy from India, also a grad student, who's working on voice recognition improvements by analyzing mouth movements.  I also talked to a girl from Beijing (her name I forgot, but she told me to call her Summer).  We just talked about tea.

But sadly, I was out of place.  They were all grad students, and they were all foreign.  And everybody asked me... "What country are you from?"  And when I answered, they said "Oh... I thought this was just for International Students."]
What they meant was,
"Oh, you're just a dumb white person."
Well, perhaps that's not what they meant.  But it did feel like it at times.  Anyway, after that, I went outside to lay on the grass and I tried to write a poem for the open mic night tonight.  I started writing several, but finished none.  Here are the ones I had:

The sky was cerulean, that day.
Like the polish, flaking from her fingernails.
But the cornflower and cotton clouds were less kind,
Last night.

Last night started with a bang - not
The fun kind, nor the fucked kind,
But the loud kind, as the
Electric potential ripped down across the mountain.

That one was going to be about my first LEAF, when Anastasia, Catie, Katherine and I were running through a thunderstorm and I remember Catie falling into the mud as we ran.  But I couldn't get the poetry out.  Here was the next failure:

In my world, there are two ways to play the guitar.
You can strum the strings, and
You can sweep them.

The musicians may tell you otherwise,
And the musicians may say "but he doesn't even
Play the guitar!"

And the musicians who do play guitar
Might just scoff and block me out, but that means
That they are strummers.

I learned this in Physics class -
When you play all the strings at the same time
If things are just right, then
You get a chord.

And don't get me wrong, musicians; I love
Chords.

That's all that came out of that one.  It was supposed to evolve into a piece about both individuality and caring about details, paying attention to the leaf and not just the tree.  But it fell apart as well.  Here were the next two that fell apart immediately:

This is a poem.  As I sit down to wr
and
Hannah McClesky is my hero.

Both failures in the first line.

The next one had more promise:

My best friend owns a white Volvo.
It isn't brand-new-macbook white,
But it isn't really off-white either, it's just
White
And you'll have to trust me on that,
Kinda like I trusted him.

I figured that as Jack left for college, he would
Lend me a final
Chuckle
From the white machine,
That carried away,
Half my heart that day.
And he did.  But the first time he came back
The chuckle way changed (but the Volvo was not).

That was going to be a piece on how college changes people dramatically and how you absolutely cannot understand it until you've been there.  That's what I didn't trust; don't think that I lost faith in Jackson's honesty, or anything.

The next one I wrote was pretty sexual, so I won't repeat it.  But let it suffice to say that it also failed.

And that's that.  Dinner sucked.

And now I frankly don't care about going to open mic night, and since I can tell that Karen, Sarah, and Sammie don't want to go either, I probably won't go.  I was hoping they'd come with me, but I won't make them.

And that's that.

20081013

jjw v leaf

Or, more verbosely:
"Jump, Jive, and Wail, versus the Lake Eden Arts Festival"

They're both fun!  I'm going to JJW this weekend.  To be honest though, if it were possible, I would love to go to LEAF instead.
But since it isn't really possible, and since I do want to spend some time in Charleston and with Anastasia, I am happy to be going to JJW.  It's a pretty awesome event.  My first JJW was in my sophomore year of high school (2005).  Jackson took me, and I remember that Sytske was the first person I danced with.  I didn't get to go the next year, but I went with Anastasia in 2007 and we're going again this weekend.  This is seriously a high class event; much nicer than any other school event I've seen put on (except, of course, Harmony Fest).  If you haven't been, and you get a chance to go, you should definitely take advantage of it.  It's a great night, and you get to dress up but not uncomfortably so.  It's in bus depot by the visitor's center (I remember being scared of "The Bus Depot" the first time Jackson told me its name).

Oh, and if you don't know how to swing dance, it's okay.  All the cool people from contra are there, and - just like at contra - they'll help you out.  That's how I learned... although I'm actually not too good.

LEAF... god.  Leaf is like heaven.  It's the most amazing event of the year.  It's just full of art, music, nature, rhythm, life, harmony, beauty, humanity, poetry, euphoria, peace, and oneness.  If you ever - ever - get a chance to attend, please do it.  You won't be sorry.  As soon as you take up the courage to remove your shoes and turn off your blackberry, you'll love it.  It's definitely a release from technology, as Araba advocates in her recent draft article.  You can learn to heal, to dance, to love, and to listen, to play, to poet, and to eat all around the beauty of Lake Eden in the mountains of North Carolina.  

If there was any one place I could go, Leaf is pretty well tied with Charleston.  

Man, why did you put so many tags on this post, Matthew?  Well, probably because Leaf represents them all.

is there anybody...

going to listen to my story? Cause it's pretty long, unlike the Beatles song.

Part I: The short part.

My presentation went very well today!  Also, I had some tea!  Also, I feel pretty good!

Oh, so also, my STS professor (who's running my Creative Inquiry class on SR) comes up to me and is like "Hey, Matt, I realized last night that you're not going to learn anything from this Creative Inquiry class.  I think you know more about this than I do." Which is true, but I would never actually say that.  I think he just figured it out.  But here's the exciting part.  He told me that he really wants me to get something out of it, so he's going to start giving me my own side assignments specifically focusing on the philosophy of science (his specialty). It made me feel like I was at magnet, getting personal attention from a teacher who had my learning in his best interest.  It was nice.

Part II: The long part.

Last night, laying in bed, I reflected on who my closest friends were.  It was a good thought-session, honestly.  So with this post, I'd like to go through and talk about some (but not necessarily all!) of my closest friends.  If you're not here, no worries; I just happened to not be able to analyze you.

This non-all-inclusive list is alphabetical by first name.

Anastasia: Strangely, I can't think of too much to say; not because there's nothing to say, but because it's so hard to put in words.  You know I love you, Anastasia, and I doubt we could ever be any less than closest friends (not to say that we aren't more).  What appeals most to me about our friendship (on the non-sexual/romantic plane) is your hippie-insightfulness.  Your creativity fused with your free spirit, good nature, and - although you might not admit it - high intelligence, makes you a great person to lay with on damp grass, under the stars, with warm tea, and talk about everything... or nothing at all... *sigh*.  I miss you, love.  I miss everything about you.  I want you back.

Araba: Oh, Araba.  I love you a whole lot, as well (although in a different way, of course).  I love talking to you, especially because our talks seem to be so unique, you know?  I'm not really sure if I converse with anyone the way I converse with you.  Like you kinda said once, we're, in a way, spiritually similar. I think our world views - though unique - share lots of values.  And of course, I admire to a huge degree your intelligence, passion, and determination.  I still need to take you out for coffee... or maybe we can make it tea.  I think we should also take some good long strolls this winter and have some good long talks, in person.  I really miss your conversation.

Jackson: Hey, buddy.  Whatever is between us is amazing.  We really don't talk a whole lot over long distances, but whenever I'm with you I feel like you're my closest confident.  I can tell you anything.  I'd like to think that you can tell me anything.  Your eclectic knowledge of everything that seems important at the time is astounding, and I love being with you, even if it means buying your coffee.  I hope we can get together some time soon.  I miss you.  You know, the other day, I came across that poem I wrote a long time ago, before you went off to college.  The one that ended "the white machine/that carried away/half my heart that day./Luckily, today is not/that day."  I love you, man.

Karen: Hey, dear.  We aren't exactly best friends.  But since we hang out a lot, I have a feeling we might get closer, so this is a preemptive paragraph of admiration.  You're a lot different from most of my friends; your personality is less reserved, less controlled, and has a strong wild streak.  It's a nice contrast; I'm not used to that kind of thing.  I look forward to being your friend, and, hopefully, playing guitar with you.  I would say the same about Sarah and Guillherme, but they always "study" instead of hang out...

Mark: Hey!  If you come to Clemson, I really hope we can room together at some point.  I just enjoy talking with you, you know?  I love arguing for the sake of personal development, and I think you do to.  We can argue without sour feelings, because it's a good exercise.  You're also, of course, just a generally level-headed and intelligent guy.  I look forward to seeing you!

Sally: WTF IS MY YEARBOOK SALLY I WOULDN'T HAVE TO BE WRITING THIS IF I HAD MY YEARBOOK TO REMINISCE ABOUT PEOPLE WITH GIVE ME MY YEARBOOK BACK!!11!one!11!  Really, Sally.  I do love you.

Sherwin: Let me tell you, sir, what's great about you.  You're like... the person I miss most when I look around my classes.  You're the real-life hacker, the person who tries to understand, create, solve, fix, and build everything.  I miss working on problems with you, you explaining stuff, and me arguing with you until we finally work it out.  I'm glad we got to do that SR last night on my whiteboard... it reminded me of the good old days.

I have the feeling, of course, that I left someone out.  If someone notices, please alert me quickly so I can fix it before they see!

special relativity and journal

First thing to note:  I'm kinda splitting my writing between here and my dA journal.  I've added it as a blog in my sidebar, but I'm going to include my most recent post here, because I like it.  It's called: "tea with milk".
Last time I wrote a journal, I was drinking coffee quite regularly. But now, with the realization that I have tea bags and the dining hall has hot water, sugar, and milk... I've been drinking almost all tea! And I like it much better.

Don't get me wrong. The coffee pot on my desk is still an active little guy, and he makes a lot of coffee. But whereas before I drank coffee in my room and in the dining hall, I now drink tea in the dining hall and, it seems, slightly less coffee in my room as a result.
Yay!

The tea makes me feel more at home.

I thought last night of sitting with someone on a bench at water front park, sipping a latte.

It made my heart stop.

I miss water.
So yeah, that's that.  Anyway, today I have to give a presentation on Special Relativity to my physics class.  Much thanks goes to Sherwin for helping me clarify things in my head and bounce around different ways of looking at things.  If you'd like to see my presentation, I'd be more than happy to show it to you.  Since I'll be using a department laptop to display my powerpoint (and hence not deal with the really frustrating projector) I'm going to use my laptop to record my presentation, and I may put it on youtube.  I'll link to it if that ends up being the case.

Anyway, I was going to rant more about SR and give you guys some good science education, but I need to go to class now.  I just wasted some time reclaiming 10 GB of hard drive space.

20081010

english skies

It really feels like it, anyway.  I'm sitting in Schilletter dining hall right now, and it's 9:01 AM.  I just got out of Calculus.

The skies are kind of dreary outside.  They're that blegh gray color where you can't quite tell if it's going to rain or not, but you know there won't be any sunshine for a while.

To add to the English feeling, I'm sitting here with a cup of tea. I drink green tea in my room all the time, but it just occurred to me as I was leaving class that the dining hall has hot water, milk, and sugar; all I needed to bring were tea bags. (I could theoretically make tea like this in my room, but it's a pain to go get milk that won't last long anyway just for a cuppa.)

So now, for the first time in too long, I have a cup of tea, and it feels great.  For some reason, tea always feels better with gray skies; I'm not sure why.

In other news, I'm thinking of taking some green tea to the meditation gardens this weekend.

My only regret is using a full teaspoon of sugar in such a small cup.

20080930

fail: (time, care) → fail

So, it was not uncommon for us in high school to randomly graph things against other things, usually as a form of humor, and sometimes as a form of venting frustration.  Especially popular was graphing variables against the fail-axis.

Frequently, we would graph "fail" versus things like time of day, time of year, weather, teacher, amount of homework, amount of Halo involved, how much coffee was available, side of the room you sat on, amount of time sleeping the previous night, volume of music... et cetera.  At the end of senior year, as a way or reminiscing, many of us would plot our Care vs Time Since Freshman Day 1 plots on the same plane to compare.

But now I'm in multivariable calculus, so no more of these petty 2-D constructions!  Here's my latest graph: it's basic, but it's a start.  Keep in mind that fail is not necessarily the reciprocal of care.
The average student tends to follow the path represented by a plane cut through the graph at any point such that the plane is normal to the origin.

Note that the more you study, the more you stretch the graph along the care axis... but no matter how much you study, enough time spent on an assignment will inevitably lower your care values and fail will go up.

+ 20 points to whoever can figure out why the paper is upside down.  I did it on purpose, and there is a good reason.

Finally, on a side note, I'd like to let everyone know that I did some research and that John McCain was assigned as an Ensign to the USS Enterprise on Stardate 14161.8.  However cool this is, though, it still doesn't make up for his Palinitis.  Read Araba's blog for some views on the almost-Ms. Alaska.

20080929

a poem.

As we drove along one day,
And gazed into the Sun,
You quoted Shakespeare, in my ear,
And changed the station, some,

And when we got there, to the park,
We laid down in the grass,
I rubbed your shoulders, soothed your back,
And you dozed off to sleep.

I watched you breathing to the beat
Of birds across the way,
But I wish I would have asked you if --

20080926

books and books... but mostly books

(Title half-stolen from Araba's blog.)

Oh my god... I had a shopping spree, this morning.  A book shopping spree.
Cooper Library (Clemson's main library) had a gigantic book sale this morning with incredible prices.  All hardbacks were $2, all CD's were $2, all paperbacks were $0.50, all magazines were $0.10, and I can't remember the rest but I do know that they were all $2.00 or less.

So I spent $23 or so.

Here's what I got.

Book #1: Encounters: an Introduction to Philosophy

Book #2: Elementary Differential Equations and Boundary Value Problems

Books #3, #4: Theory of Functions of a Complex Variable, Volumes I & II

Book #5: Analytic Geometry

Book #6: Modern Abstract Algebra

Book #7: Operating System Design: The XINU Approach

Book #8: Operating Systems: Concepts, Policies, and Mechanisms

Book #9: Vector Analysis

CD #1: Kiri Te Kanawa - Exsultate Jubilate (London Symphony Orchestra & Chorus) 
and CD #2: Birgit Nilsson - Wagner, Strauss, Verdi, Beethoven (Opera Gala)

Magazines: Mostly Scientific American, one National Geographic.



Now, let me tell a story about how hard it is to pull yourself away from such a book sale:

"One day, Matthew tried to pull himself away from a great book sale.  It was absurdly hard.  The end."

My suggestion?  Try to avoid news of book sales, because once you know about one you will undoubtedly spend lots of money there.

But hey, I actually kinda like what I bought, so there.