y=q(4w)+xI, where xI=How=Possibilities of the Universe*Infinity, and q(4w)=Questions With Respect to the Four W's=Who*What*Were*When, and y=Why=Purpose of Being
Today's Lesson: If you didn't like math then, you won't like math now.
September 28, 2003
Sesquipedalophobia- Fear of long words
Maybe you rememeber one of my blog entries noting sesquipedalophobia. Here is another word for it: Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, as in "Don't say Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, I'm scared of it."
September 27, 2003
Mer Bleu
the other day, i went to mer bleu. i looked at my childhood playground: a bog with a board walk, a tree, some cotton grass. once pretty looking things, now scientific data for my lab.
September 23, 2003
Work in Progress
why is It so? asked the inocent blink...
why would It not? asked the riddler, not stopping to think...
then how? the IB presisted...
that is a question that you can answer on your own! the riddler insisted.
the inocent blink became a man of science
his costume: the lab coat; goggles
his reasoning: through induction and deduciton
Dr. IB learned a lot about how It works,
leaving works of these workings.
So what?
Is there a use to know how It works
When the innocent blink know not why.
As if It were a clock in a world that was before or beyond time, and an innocent blink took it appart and discovered how a clock was made, and how to make one. Then the IB also learned how to tell time, and how to set the time. The IB could speed up the clock and controle the time of the clock, because he would know how, but what is the use when he doens't know why the clock was made.
why would It not? asked the riddler, not stopping to think...
then how? the IB presisted...
that is a question that you can answer on your own! the riddler insisted.
the inocent blink became a man of science
his costume: the lab coat; goggles
his reasoning: through induction and deduciton
Dr. IB learned a lot about how It works,
leaving works of these workings.
So what?
Is there a use to know how It works
When the innocent blink know not why.
As if It were a clock in a world that was before or beyond time, and an innocent blink took it appart and discovered how a clock was made, and how to make one. Then the IB also learned how to tell time, and how to set the time. The IB could speed up the clock and controle the time of the clock, because he would know how, but what is the use when he doens't know why the clock was made.
Some random thing i just wrote:
Why not? Why spend all that energy making a path in thick spiney woods, when fate clear cut a path for u?
September 22, 2003
Midterm Madness
My calc midterm is in two days, and i haven't evening penetrated the review problems yet. not even close.
Today's Lesson: Once a procrastinator, always a procrastinator.
Today's Lesson: Once a procrastinator, always a procrastinator.
September 16, 2003
Chocolate in the Morning
You hippocrits out there who can't stomach the idea of eating chocolate in the a.m. make me want to puke my breakfast on your shirt. You wanna know why? I'll tell you why! You are the same people who eat poptarts, strudles, sugar-coated cereals, syrop on your pancakes/waffles, put too much sugar in your coffee, and the occasional brown sugar on toast. How can you begin so say "ick, no thanks. Chocolate in the morning?" after scarfing down these sugar-loaded excuses for a 'complete meal'?
Today's Other, and Probably More Important Lesson: Often, you spend so much time scrutinizing the speck in my eye that you fail to notice the log lodged in your own.
Today's Other, and Probably More Important Lesson: Often, you spend so much time scrutinizing the speck in my eye that you fail to notice the log lodged in your own.
How Would You Respond?
The Greek philosopher Zeno of Elea posed the following paradox. Achilles can run ten times as fast as a tortoise and so gives it a head start of 1 km. When Achilles covers the km, the tortoise is ahead by 1/10 km. When Achilles covers this 1/10 km, the tortoise is 1/100 km ahead. This process is repeated ad infinitum: the tortoise is always some fraction of a km ahead, which means that achilles does not win the race.
I've Never Payed to do my Own Work Before...
I'm becoming simply livid about the things my money has to go into for this education to become a so called informed citizen. First I have to pay about five thou just to go to uni. Then I had to buy a book (one of three for the course in question) at fifty dollars plus fifteen percent tax. The price isn't so bad, you say? Well, let us consider the content of Reader's Choice 4th Ed. :
How to Write an Essay That Uses Examples
Preparing to Write. Before you can use examples in an essay, you must first think of some.
This insults my intellegents. How could this sentence have possibly been published?
No kidding? Does this theory apply to french language essays too? It's a pretty hard concept to grasp, I mean this book is geared to college and university students, so it must take some sort of brainiac to figure that one out.
Today's Lesson: Just when you thought spending fifty dollars on candy was a mistake, think again.
How to Write an Essay That Uses Examples
Preparing to Write. Before you can use examples in an essay, you must first think of some.
This insults my intellegents. How could this sentence have possibly been published?
No kidding? Does this theory apply to french language essays too? It's a pretty hard concept to grasp, I mean this book is geared to college and university students, so it must take some sort of brainiac to figure that one out.
Today's Lesson: Just when you thought spending fifty dollars on candy was a mistake, think again.
September 13, 2003
My blog will be 1 digit old on June 5, 2008
This poem is pretty lame, but I think it's neat to look back and see the things i wrote in the past. my whole outlook on life was very different when i was younger. this is not the type of poetry that i would write today, especially when this rhyming verse format has been over done in those inspiration junk forward letters your best friends send you so they don't have a bad sex life forever, and the evil spirit that haunts chainmail doesn't kill them in their sleep. Of course no one really believes in chainmail, but they do it just in case...
Poem by Karen (written in 1999)
The shadows lurked around me,
Coming from all direction;
But every shadow was cast from nothing,
I felt I needed protection.
I ran from my little safe spot,
And out into the world;
But once I was there,
I saw all evilness unferled.
I look around for comfort,
To ease my sadend soul;
But every where I turned,
It made a bigger hole.
Hatered lurched inside me,
decaying all hopes of peace;
I fell to the floor,
Begging for the pain to cease.
What could ever help me?
Forgive me of my past?
Give me peace and comfort,
and love that'd ever last?
I looked toward my familly,
long since I had known.
I looked toward my friends,
Who's loyalty had shown.
But still I had no rest,
Not a night that I could sleep;
Where that pain that lingered,
Would wake me and up-keep.
Then I herd of a savior,
who died for every one;
Who once was here,
And is soon to come.
I took him into my heart,
And felt new happiness;
That hole was soon gone,
I felt a brand new bliss.
I went back to my little spot,
But there, I did not hide;
I leaped around, and out of
Happiness, I cried!
I never knew such restfulness,
It was joy I never knew;
I tell you this,
So that you may feel it too.
Poem by Karen made up on the spot.
I have a new cell phone.
~~~~~woop-di-do~~~~~~~
It has so much crap on it, i can't even figure out how to set the time.
This new cell phone of mine -----> it has colour screne.
Remember when telephones were rotary?
Now we cannot live with out call display and special rings for close friend's calls.
Your number is on my phone¸.· ·¸.·´¯`·-> how convienient.
I'll call u sometime, if i know the time.
Don't worry, i won't forget...my phone has a day planner.
Poem by Karen (written in 1999)
The shadows lurked around me,
Coming from all direction;
But every shadow was cast from nothing,
I felt I needed protection.
I ran from my little safe spot,
And out into the world;
But once I was there,
I saw all evilness unferled.
I look around for comfort,
To ease my sadend soul;
But every where I turned,
It made a bigger hole.
Hatered lurched inside me,
decaying all hopes of peace;
I fell to the floor,
Begging for the pain to cease.
What could ever help me?
Forgive me of my past?
Give me peace and comfort,
and love that'd ever last?
I looked toward my familly,
long since I had known.
I looked toward my friends,
Who's loyalty had shown.
But still I had no rest,
Not a night that I could sleep;
Where that pain that lingered,
Would wake me and up-keep.
Then I herd of a savior,
who died for every one;
Who once was here,
And is soon to come.
I took him into my heart,
And felt new happiness;
That hole was soon gone,
I felt a brand new bliss.
I went back to my little spot,
But there, I did not hide;
I leaped around, and out of
Happiness, I cried!
I never knew such restfulness,
It was joy I never knew;
I tell you this,
So that you may feel it too.
Poem by Karen made up on the spot.
I have a new cell phone.
~~~~~woop-di-do~~~~~~~
It has so much crap on it, i can't even figure out how to set the time.
This new cell phone of mine -----> it has colour screne.
Remember when telephones were rotary?
Now we cannot live with out call display and special rings for close friend's calls.
Your number is on my phone¸.· ·¸.·´¯`·-> how convienient.
I'll call u sometime, if i know the time.
Don't worry, i won't forget...my phone has a day planner.
September 12, 2003
Annaversery
I have decided that it is really silly to celibrate dates anually.
I will only celebrate a day if it also falls on the same day of the year.
For example, I was born on a Saturday. January 21st on a Saturday occured again in 1989, 1995, and will again in 2006. That will make me three years old. Well, not years; we'd call them birthdays, but they'd be counted in digits...for lack of a better word. I will be 3 digits old.
In other respects, I will only lower my flag for 9/11 in 2007, when the incident will then be 1 digit ago.
Since no one know when Jesus' birthday was, I have to either celibrate his birthday every day every year, or not at all. The latter won't be to difficult, since Christmas is all about money, and I have none.
Today's Lesson: Don't celebrate birthday's anually, because you'll age faster.
I will only celebrate a day if it also falls on the same day of the year.
For example, I was born on a Saturday. January 21st on a Saturday occured again in 1989, 1995, and will again in 2006. That will make me three years old. Well, not years; we'd call them birthdays, but they'd be counted in digits...for lack of a better word. I will be 3 digits old.
In other respects, I will only lower my flag for 9/11 in 2007, when the incident will then be 1 digit ago.
Since no one know when Jesus' birthday was, I have to either celibrate his birthday every day every year, or not at all. The latter won't be to difficult, since Christmas is all about money, and I have none.
Today's Lesson: Don't celebrate birthday's anually, because you'll age faster.
September 08, 2003
Read Between the Lines
One of my profs has a very heavy oriental accent. Not that that is bad per se, b/c I like accents, but it makes things a little more difficult as u can imagine.
What is bad, is that he says, "uhm" and "ah" for long periods of time. Maybe three seconds, but he does it about every seven words. In a 1.5h lecture that would add up to about 20 solid minutes of "uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh".
If that didn't dry the paint, then his lengthy explainations would:
He went on about how we had to come to class, and about how we had to read our book. With this came a story. Many years ago, when he first became a prof, he had never taught before, because he was new and had never taught university students before. So he went to another wiser prof, and asked him what he should teach his students in the lectures. The wise prof said 'don't teach them strait from the book'. 'Fair enough', thought he new prof, 'b/c why would the students need a prof if they had the book, and he taught only from the book?' 'But' says the wise prof, 'don't teach nothing from the book, otherwise, why would the students need the book. They wouldn't spend the money on the book unless they needed it'. 'True again', thought the new prof. 'So, I know now what not to teach, but what do I teach?' The wise teacher said 'teach them what is between the lines'. So it turns out that now that this new prof has effectively gained many years in experience with teaching, he can now teach us what's between the lines...in our very books, between the lines....but don't be fooled it's not really in the book, you can't read it in the book, b/c what he teaches isn't strait from the book, it'snot in the book at all. But you have to read the book, b/c it's in there. Still though, you have to come to class, because it's not written...it's inbetween the lines.
:. Today's other, and probably more important lesson: Some times you have to read books with both types of heaviness.
What is bad, is that he says, "uhm" and "ah" for long periods of time. Maybe three seconds, but he does it about every seven words. In a 1.5h lecture that would add up to about 20 solid minutes of "uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh".
If that didn't dry the paint, then his lengthy explainations would:
He went on about how we had to come to class, and about how we had to read our book. With this came a story. Many years ago, when he first became a prof, he had never taught before, because he was new and had never taught university students before. So he went to another wiser prof, and asked him what he should teach his students in the lectures. The wise prof said 'don't teach them strait from the book'. 'Fair enough', thought he new prof, 'b/c why would the students need a prof if they had the book, and he taught only from the book?' 'But' says the wise prof, 'don't teach nothing from the book, otherwise, why would the students need the book. They wouldn't spend the money on the book unless they needed it'. 'True again', thought the new prof. 'So, I know now what not to teach, but what do I teach?' The wise teacher said 'teach them what is between the lines'. So it turns out that now that this new prof has effectively gained many years in experience with teaching, he can now teach us what's between the lines...in our very books, between the lines....but don't be fooled it's not really in the book, you can't read it in the book, b/c what he teaches isn't strait from the book, it'snot in the book at all. But you have to read the book, b/c it's in there. Still though, you have to come to class, because it's not written...it's inbetween the lines.
:. Today's other, and probably more important lesson: Some times you have to read books with both types of heaviness.
Heavy Books
There are two types of heavy books. There are books that contain a lot of mind bending phrases, where each concept needs to be drawn out and processed. Then there are books that are just heavy to carry around.
Today's Lesson: Don't read books which include both types of heaviness.
Today's Lesson: Don't read books which include both types of heaviness.
September 06, 2003
Universe(ity)
...and so a new chapter in the life of Karen began.
Scooting Through Life -by Karen M.
Chapter 1 Nativity Scene
Chapter 2 Father and Daughter Alone, Together
Chapter 3 Dull and Insecure Years of Grade School
Chapter 4 High School (Need More be Said?)
Chapter 5 Universe(ity) or "God, where's my money? God, where's my sleep? God, where the hell did I put the report worth 99.9% of my mark?"
Today's Lesson: Don't Read books written by, or about Karen: they are boring.
Scooting Through Life -by Karen M.
Chapter 1 Nativity Scene
Chapter 2 Father and Daughter Alone, Together
Chapter 3 Dull and Insecure Years of Grade School
Chapter 4 High School (Need More be Said?)
Chapter 5 Universe(ity) or "God, where's my money? God, where's my sleep? God, where the hell did I put the report worth 99.9% of my mark?"
Today's Lesson: Don't Read books written by, or about Karen: they are boring.
September 01, 2003
Look, Ma! No Sleep!
Well, it looks as though I am about to begin university. Four days before classes start I decided to register my last course: english. Unfortunatly, because I waited so long (registration began in April), my only choices for english were classes a 8h in the morning, or on Saturday at 9h. I could say that I've learned my lesson in procrastination early, but then that would be constructing false hopes for not only myself, but also family and friends.
My schedual isn't half bad, but when I'm not learning, I'll be working. When I'm not working, I'll be studying. When I'm not studying, I'll be partying. If I'm not partying, I'll be cleaning. Then, and only then, if I have nothing to do, and I don't feel like drawing, or checking my email, I will sleep. This is begining to sound a lot like my last year of high school. You know what? I also forgot to mention clubs and things of that genre that I may join. Acutally, it sounds EXACTLY like my last year of highschool, except now I have to pay for it.
Today's Other, and Probably More Important Lesson: Don't put things off!!!!
My schedual isn't half bad, but when I'm not learning, I'll be working. When I'm not working, I'll be studying. When I'm not studying, I'll be partying. If I'm not partying, I'll be cleaning. Then, and only then, if I have nothing to do, and I don't feel like drawing, or checking my email, I will sleep. This is begining to sound a lot like my last year of high school. You know what? I also forgot to mention clubs and things of that genre that I may join. Acutally, it sounds EXACTLY like my last year of highschool, except now I have to pay for it.
Today's Other, and Probably More Important Lesson: Don't put things off!!!!
Money is the Force That Moves People
I don't really feel like writing why, but you can prolly think of a million things on your own.
Today's Lesson: Don't start a blog, unless you plan on finishing it.
Today's Lesson: Don't start a blog, unless you plan on finishing it.
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