tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169084932024-03-13T16:01:45.528-04:00The Happy Idiot"My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer." Psalm 45:1Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-52150311618882570752011-11-19T14:46:00.001-05:002011-11-19T14:47:14.296-05:00My sister is amazing. She has reminded me what I thought I learned from <i>Man Alive</i> by G. K. Chesterton but which I realized I had forgotten.<br />
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Living is sometimes too big for me. I see all the bad and am frustrated because I can do nothing to change it, so I sigh and say "I will wait for the return of Christ when all things shall be made new". This is true because the world we see is simply a shadow and a twisted reflection of what is to come.<br />
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But it is also a world God has created and there is much good in it as well. I forget this sometimes being stuck in the sorrow and stop living in sheer enjoyment of the good God has given me.<br />
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This is what my sister reminded me of. Now I will go happily solve some differential equations for homework, dance around my kitchen cleaning, and throw my arms up in the air and sing because God is good and I can see his grace and beauty in the world around me.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-49950404458707377312011-09-25T02:25:00.001-04:002011-09-25T02:26:34.300-04:00<a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/serious">se·ri·ous</a> [seer-ee-uhs]<br />
adjective<br />
1. of, showing, or characterized by deep thought.<br />
2. of grave or somber disposition, character, or manner: a serious occasion; a serious man.<br />
3. being in earnest; sincere; not trifling: His interest was serious.<br />
4. requiring thought, concentration, or application: serious reading; a serious task.<br />
5. weighty or important: a serious book; Marriage is a serious matter. <br />
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Being serious is usually associated with being solemn or not laughing a lot or something like in definition 2. But to be serious about something means you take do not take it lightly, that you have given it thought.<br />
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I call myself a very serious person. A number of people disagree with about this. They point to my hilarity when I eat ice-cream at 10pm, to the way I like to think that elevators are magic, to the way I wave my arms around and sing in the kitchen, and to the way that I laugh and smile all the time. So yes, it is true I do very silly things and you cannot use the second definition of serious to describe me.<br />
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But I am truly a serious person if you mean that I take deep thought about things. I am deadly serious about my walk with Christ, about my aim to bring joy to others. So I pretend to be a clown when someone is sad. I take care in the food I cook even if I am singing. Actually I sing because I am having so much fun taking seriously the food I am cooking. And when I decide to eat ice-cream at 10pm, I seriously consider the consequences and whether I will act appropriately in the situation at hand if I allow myself to do such a thing.<br />
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Also I am slow to get jokes and puns and I am not quick at thinking them out myself. If I say a joke, it is usually by accident and I am the most surprised. Because I always try to say exactly what I mean and to answer as fully and truthfully as possible (this is harder than it seems because my answers are never simple to explain, so I usually end up just not explaining to save all the time I would need and so the person I would be explaining to would not get bored. See? a long explanation in parentheses for example). Because I am like this, I tend to take what other people tell me as true and therefore I don't always get the jokes and puns and stuff. But since starting work, I have learned to think twice before saying things because some things can be taken in a dirty way, so I have to consider what I am saying even more. But my friends do not think these ways (or at least, they have learned not to take it that way if I say something) so I don't believe they think I am a quiet person.<br />
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Ah the only thing I am not serious about, I think, is my manga reading. Except that I call myself an otaku (Japanese word for someone with a nerdy obsession for something, American for someone obsessed with Japanese culture). But I read very light happy things. And I use it to take a break or as relaxation. That is why I think I do not take it so seriously.<br />
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So I guess maybe it's just that I think too much...<br />
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Also, why am I posting around 2:30 in the morning? Ah, I have been reading manga and stayed up too late. It is definitely time for bed.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-54440989289432497952011-09-23T21:37:00.000-04:002011-09-23T21:37:43.945-04:00I just realized why I would hate to have my sense of taste and smell to go away.<br />
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I like cooking and making things taste good...smelling the spices and guessing how to make things taste the way I want them in my head or how to improve something or to figure out what is missing.<br />
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That's why I would hate losing this sense so much. I think I'd almost rather lose my sense of hearing or sight rather than this, although those are usually considered the things people would not want to lose the most.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-56639201598430845862011-09-20T21:29:00.000-04:002011-09-20T21:29:39.627-04:00If God made man in his image, then we should be able to see traits of God even still in man although twisted with sin.<br />
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We should be able to see things that reflect God's character even in very wicked people like people who kidnap little children for sex slavery and people who torture others for their own amusement. But I always think of reaching out to the victims rather than the wicked (using victim and wicked in a very laymanish manner since technically all human beings have sin and are thus wicked). I thought this would be amusing: someone is called to be a missionary. Oh, to whom are you called? To the Wicked!<br />
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Which is true always, although I do not think about it.<br />
So then, my coworkers whom I hope to be a witness to are wicked?<br />
Well, yes.<br />
One of them confessed that he enjoyed instigating pranks. But the pranks mentioned were rather harmful. If one find pranks that hurt others amusing, then they are doing just as people who find pleasure in torturing others. It is the same thing, even though on a different scale. <br />
I guess this must always be the case, since in Matthew, Jesus talks about how even looking at a woman with lust is committing adultery. The sin is all the same, although the magnitude is different. Like a vector. Different magnitudes but same directions.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-62268423153946876402011-09-18T19:15:00.000-04:002011-09-18T19:15:42.754-04:00I finally got internet again after moving from my old apartment complex to my super sweet second floor apartment. I now live in a very nice old place with a lot of character. And also a cemetery about 1 mile away that is easy to walk to.<br />
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So I walked to it today because it was so nice outside, cool and sunny. It is a large cemetery, at least large to me. I haven't gone around comparing cemetery sizes too much. But there were people born in the 1770's and people born in 1980's. There were babies who lived only two days and old persons who lived to nearly 100. There were also many tombstones of various kinds. Large, small, ornate, rough. Some of the newer ones had pictures on them. And some of the older ones had various vegetation carved on them.<br />
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But all the larger stones cost so much money. So why would you spend so much money on your tombstone? So you wouldn't be forgotten? But I don't know your names from anywhere. You are all dead. And the things you said and did are so long ago. And all the times you came home for dinner, and the times you brushed your teeth (or not), and the desserts you ate...no one cares anymore. So then why do I care? Do these things matter? What you did doesn't seem to have any effect on me. But maybe they do. I just am unaware of it. But after all, you did live, and love, and laugh, and have thoughts, and helped people. And although I don't know your names, God does. So somewhere you are all worked into his great dance. I just have such a small piece of it, I can't see the whole. So I will stop trying. It is too tiring and frustrating to be always trying to see what I cannot. And I will look at your tombstones and think that maybe your lives were good ones and now you are in peace and able to see things as I cannot. And you can see how your lives meant something even though I cannot.<br />
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Thus, I shall no longer run around in circles in my head wondering what point the little things I do every day mean. Perhaps I shall eat brownies for dessert. Or ice-cream. Or both...Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-50834846548169252672011-08-24T21:39:00.000-04:002011-08-24T21:39:26.238-04:00My sister said "I often wonder where I would be if I didn't have Dad".<br />
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Now besides the obvious that if our Dad wasn't our Dad, we wouldn't be around, or we would just have a different Dad...or would we not be around?<br />
Because if you are the product of your Dad and Mum, then you could never be the product of a different pair, I think. Now I'm confusing myself.<br />
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But supposing instead that it wasn't that he wasn't our Dad but that he died tragically or something, then the question is good.<br />
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My answer: possibly dead. Because I very often get stuck in my head and cannot get out myself. I cannot remember why I exist or what the point of the world is. But by God's grace, my Dad is good at preaching the Gospel. And the since the Gospel is the answer to all questions (hold that thought, I need to investigate that statement more) then my confusion about my existence and the rest of the world is answered. So my Dad, being this great dad that he is, is sort of like me, so he understands when I get stuck in my head and then preaches the Gospel to me.<br />
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And then I get unstuck from inside my head. Because, you see, when you think that there is a reason outside of yourself to live and that, though the world may seem hopeless right now, there is a time when all things will be made new, that the longing will cease, and the joy shall be fulfilled, then one can no longer wonder about one's reason for living.<br />
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But now I am thinking about the statement "joy shall be fulfilled". Now having two thoughts I need to think about more, it is definitely time to end this post.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-905280448710762782011-08-19T22:09:00.000-04:002011-08-19T22:09:02.559-04:00I think I must look very strange watching "Gosick" tonight. The evil villain makes me so mad I cannot watch him sensibly so I stick out my tongue at him and make rude remarks while he talks. Also I wave my arms around and block his face with my hand. Since I am watching this on my computer with its dying audio, I have my earphones in my ears (it is really the only way to hear properly anymore). Thus you must picture me sitting in the middle of my living room, on the floor, with my piano stool in front of me holding my laptop. There is no sound coming from the computer, just me making weird noises and gesturing wildly.<br />
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But in the end the evil villain was killed. I was glad. I found that rather strange. I am not usually glad when even villains die. But since I very much wanted to slap him in the face very hard myself, somehow I was glad. Slapping someone very hard in the face is usually the most violence I can picture myself ever doing. I am still thinking how one can be glad with an evil villain dying when I know my heart has the same potential to wickedness as his did.<br />
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That was the second to last episode of "Gosick". And then I watched the last and almost cried. Do you wonder why stories of two people who fight so hard despite losing so much to be together again are so moving? It is because in their trust in one another and their fight to be rejoined we see a picture of something greater. As a Christian, this is our story as well. Thus we trust that the one who loved us is with us and will be with us always. So we fight hard in this wintery life until we see the spring bloom...Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-49809244406140658192011-04-26T23:23:00.000-04:002011-04-26T23:23:16.658-04:00ExercisingI have begun <a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/p90x.do">P90x</a>, an intense exercise program that all my coworkers seem to be raving about. I sometime enjoy putting myself through intense pain and torture and I also like to exercise, so I am trying it out.<br />
This is week 2. Today I did plyometrics which is basically jumping around many many times. More times than I normally jump around...so now my legs are killing me. I have to be careful too that I don't make too much noise for the neighbors downstairs. But I was able to follow the workout better today than last time. And I didn't feel like I was going to throw up either. So I guess it went well.<br />
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Beside exercising, there is a diet you follow too. You end up exercising so much so you need to make sure you are eating right to make up for it. Today I had eggs and bacon with toast and then chocolate milk. I'm not sure chocolate in the milk technically follows the proper diet, but that is pretty much the only way I will drink milk. And then I had yogurt and grapes and a salad with avocado and tuna fish and cheese. And then I ate a protein bar and soup and hamburg. That is a lot of food, but I am apparently still hungry, so I guess I must have sweat a lot tonight...Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-26236008863951201582011-04-01T17:42:00.000-04:002011-04-01T17:42:05.283-04:00On changing the nameYou may (or may not) have noticed that the name of my blog has recently changed.<br />
Formerly, it was "The Young Thinker". Now it is "The Happy Idiot".<br />
Back when I first began this blog, I fancied myself to be something of a thinker or philosopher full of many unusual and interesting thoughts.<br />
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Now I see more clearly. I am, in fact, nothing more than a happy idiot.<br />
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I expect by the time I am fifty that I will be calling myself "The Clueless Baby" or something of that sort. You begin to realize how little you know as you grow older.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-69072152035393094582011-02-03T20:21:00.001-05:002011-02-03T20:27:44.898-05:00On Mice and SpidersA friend lent me some books. So I dumped them out of my bag and left them in a heap (please note that this was because I was so excited about them I dumped them out and spread them all over to look at their titles...so I guess it wasn't really a heap afterall). When I came back to read them, a large spider had joined the books.<br />
Obviously this was because the spider was interested in the books. So I read to him.<br />
Then I exercised. And then I read more to him. But just before I was finishing the last section I was going to read that night, he ran off toward the stove in my kitchen, disappearing underneath it soon after. No! Why Melvin? (his name was Melvin) Why must you run off while I was still reading to you? That was very rude you know!<br />
But he didn't care.<br />
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Thoreau also lives under the stove. He is a grayish mouse with white paws. He likes to pop out while I am sitting on my kitchen chair. But he never does much more than stick his nose out. I sometimes bang on the stove down by the floor just to make sure he stays inside his house. His name is Thoreau in case I catch and kill him because I dislike Thoreau's writings. He seemed to be a rather selfish man (the man, not the mouse) not wanting to share anything even if it was a velvet cushion. He wanted it all to himself and he'd rather have a pumpkin to sit on if he could have it all to himself. Also I think he didn't understand the chief end of man. (which is to glorify God and to enjoy Him forever, if you didn't know either). Anyway, that was the plan, calling Thoreau that (the mouse, that is; the man was already called that). But unfortunately, some portion of my brain thought he was cute and wanted him to stay and thought I was Japanese. And so I subconsciously began referring to him as "Mouse-kun" thus doing the very thing I was trying to avoid by naming him after something I didn't like. I have no idea now what I shall feel when I actually set a trap to get him. Also I must do something about my brain using Japanese honorifics...maybe I'm reading too much manga or something.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-42848248125628733272010-11-16T23:08:00.000-05:002010-11-16T23:08:17.607-05:00Ceiling FansMy ceiling fan makes a peculiar humming noise. It makes me think about how the fan is spinning at some frequency and causing vibrations in the blades. Perhaps the vibrations of the blades are resonating. Or perhaps the humming noise is simply from the lights on the fan.<br />
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I'm not sure but it may be spinning at approximately 70cylces/30sec (~14Hz). My eyes feel weird now. Counting spinning blades is trickier than I imagined.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-50508231079166971412010-11-10T23:11:00.001-05:002010-11-10T23:15:14.505-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><br />
At a team meeting last Thursday, two guys from my group came wearing similar shirts:<br />
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The key difference we all noticed was the way the stripes were different. We declared the stripes to be the inverse of each other.<br />
And our principle engineer suddenly said "Then together you are an identity matrix!"<br />
To which, the response was chiefly "I cannot believe you just said that!" and "Once a nerd, always a nerd" and other similar things of that sort. There was also a great deal of laughing.<br />
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In case you are wondering a matrix multiplied by its inverse matrix produces an identity matrix.<br />
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For example, if I had a 2x2 matrix (called <strong>A</strong>) like this: [1 2<br />
3 4]<br />
the inverse (called <strong>A^-1</strong> would be: 1/(1*4 - 2*3) X [4 -2<br />
-3 1]<br />
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Multiply the two (<strong>A*A^-1</strong>) gives you the identity matrix (called <strong>I</strong>): [1 0<br />
0 1]<br />
Ones run all down the diagonal of an identity matrix, while the rest of the spaces are filled with zeros.<br />
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For a better and more clear explanation visit <a href="http://mathworld.wolfram.com/MatrixInverse.html">Wolfram MathWorld<br />
</a>. They can definitely explain much clearer than I just did.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-18165247063830092502010-11-02T22:58:00.001-04:002010-11-02T23:00:50.944-04:00Noise and BubblesI voted today like all good Americans should have who can. Voting in my new city in CT was different from voting in my old city in NY. Today I received a paper sheet with lots of bubbles and I went to a little table thing and filled the bubbles in with a special black marker. It was like voting for our union president and grand marshal back in college, except we used pencils then. And then I took my piece of paper and inserted it into the optical scanner with apparently scanned my votes or something. Previously in my old city we had a gigantic machine thing that you went in and close curtains around you and then pushed levers. It was interesting.<br />
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Speaking of voting, two of my coworkers began discussing parties today. And then they realized they had opposing views. So they decided to postpone their argument over healthcare until after they left work.<br />
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Although I graduated as an aeronautical/mechanical engineer, I'm working sort of as an acoustical engineer in the acoustics department at my job. As a result, I have learned much about noise and sounds and things. So while driving my car home today, I turned some music on and immediately began thinking about the structure-borne vs. airborne noise radiating from my car due to the music. And I even thought a little bit about the paths that the structure-borne noise would travel through. I love my work!Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-35651254836705174212010-11-01T18:10:00.000-04:002010-11-01T18:10:18.377-04:00Walking and EnchiladasI walked three miles yesterday because I discovered there was a sort of park practically behind my apartment complex.<br />
It was very beautiful. All the birds were out looking for last minute food, I think. It was a little chilly, but I didn't notice it until I put my hands up to my face and felt how cold it was. I love chilly days. They make me want to eat hot and spicy things.<br />
So I made hot and spicy enchiladas for dinner when I came home. Except, they were almost too hot for me! So I had to drink much milk while eating dinner.<br />
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Today I had two coworkers trying to help me debug my code. The three of us sat (or stood) there in puzzlement for an hour and a half as we ran through checks. Afterall, it turned out I needed to change a constant because the code didn't like dealing with such large negative numbers (-100 is very large negative number). I figured this out after another hour and a half of debugging. One of my coworkers was very confused about how this constant could even be negative. But I couldn't answer him because I did not know myself. My knowledge on the subject is still very small. Perhaps after I have worked for a longer time here, I will understand.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-91611603024869419762010-10-27T17:25:00.000-04:002010-10-27T17:25:52.104-04:00A Borg CubeAt work, I frequently use the computer to look at models of engineery-type components that either I or some other engineer has drawn. Today I was looking at a large box with lots of lines creatively named something like "large box". Somebody coming to visit another guy in our four-man cube saw this box on my computer screen and commented that it looked like the Borg from Star Trek. So I promptly renamed all my files from "large box" to "borg cube". I love my work.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-38579312939606678592010-10-26T18:52:00.000-04:002010-10-26T18:52:17.403-04:00So having announced that I now supposedly have more time, I went off and never bothered posting again. But, you see, I had to get settled in first. And it is ridiculously more hard getting settled in than you might imagine.<br />
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First, you must find a place to live, call the electric company, and call the internet company. Then you have to buy furniture, transfer your license, change your vehicle registration, notify your insurance company...<br />
And you have to update your address for your bank and your credit card.<br />
And you have to update your email address (once your college one finally expires) for your facebook account and all your online bill paying things.<br />
And then your dmv sends you letters saying you have no insurance, but it turns out it is because you still have to send in your old plates from your previous state.<br />
And you have to find a new doctor and a dentist.<br />
And your phone is beginning to die so you need to get a new phone, and your own plan (or else start paying your dad for you share of the bill which is increasing).<br />
And you must find a new church and begin talking to strangers (oh horror of all horrors!) and actually attending things so you meet people.<br />
Did I forget anything?<br />
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Oh well, if I did, I'm sure it will occur to me later. <br />
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Anyway, all that is what "settling in" has meant to me.<br />
And all the talking to strangers and things! I have talked to more new people in the past several months than I have before! Although, that may be because I have moved to a new state where everybody is a stranger...<br />
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I have a post about bus boarding coming soon.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-35713415947048358272010-08-14T14:14:00.000-04:002010-08-14T14:14:25.520-04:00I have moved!And am happily ensconced it my new apartment.<br />
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Here is a picture of my balcony from my living room door:<br />
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I now have a little table out there as well. My mum brought me the window boxes and I filled them last week.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-15459568219614252032010-06-30T21:11:00.000-04:002010-06-30T21:11:02.218-04:00Changing LocationTomorrow I am moving. Moving away from home and everything I've been around for the past 22 years. Right now it is mostly sad, but since I am sure that this is the direction God is leading me towards, it will become happy. For example: my apartment is six minutes driving from the library and there is a pizza place right next door to the library too. Plus one of my sisters is visiting with me the first week.<br />
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And hopefully me job will be fun and exciting. I think it may involve some small computer programming or complicated differential equations or both, so I am looking forward to it.<br />
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And then I will decide what I should start putting on my blog since supposedly I will be leading a normal life with no homework...meaning more time...meaning probably not since I'll be so excited about reading books from the library. But we'll see.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-14627322244094632282010-06-19T14:06:00.000-04:002010-06-19T14:06:32.992-04:00No longer a college studentI have officially graduated and gotten a piece of paper to summarize all my hard work for the past four years.<br />
It is very wierd.<br />
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I must say however I would never have made it all the way through without God.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-5269524297832042892010-05-14T23:54:00.003-04:002010-05-15T00:04:10.852-04:00Roommate M to Roommate M's brother-in-law D___ (playing some shooting war video game): Does this mean you are a violent person?<br /><br />D___: Yes.<br /><br />Laughter from Roommate M, friend B___, and myself.<br /><br />D___: What did you want me to say? I play this because I want to hug teddy bears?<br /><br />More laughter.<br /><br />Roommate M: Oh! look at that cute teddy bear!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Random conversation which occurred this evening while we were all dying from heat and humidity. Roommate M's brother-in-law D___ is not really a violent person. He just enjoys playing video games. Previous to playing random war shooting game he had been playing online-bridge. Bridge, by the way, is a fascinating game which can bring much enjoyment both to the players and to spectators. We (meaning all us girls...myself, Roommate M, friend B___, and roommate M's sister) watched the bridge playing for a bit, made cookies, and then watched the <i>Wall Street Journal's</i> fashion week videos online which may be considered girly and therefore D___ felt the need to do something manly, I believe.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-69979787591089769502010-03-27T21:16:00.004-04:002010-03-27T21:26:53.038-04:00How to Train Your DragonBestest movie in a bit. It's full of swirling and dipping and flying and it has even got vortices swirling off the dragon's wings! I mean, come on! who wouldn't like a movie where even the vortices produced by wings are portrayed? And the dragons were pretty cute too.<br /><br />Ahem...or maybe it's only us aero people who've already got our heads in the clouds who enjoy that sort of stuff.<br /><br />Oh well, I guess normal people will enjoy the cuteness at least. But wow! the clouds and the ocean and the sailing and dipping and soaring! My study buddy for my aero classes and I both wish for dragons now. But we think maybe hang gliding will be a close approximation. Or maybe kite jumping. I want to go kite jumping. I hear it hurts horribly when you land, but you get to sort of fly for a little bit, and anything is worth that.<br /><br />They mixed up the music a little. They play Celticish music in the background for a bunch of Vikings, except Vikings were more Scandinavian and used to raid the Celtish people. At least, this is what we remember from our history. But it was pretty nice music, nonetheless.<br /><br />And the dragons were so cute and colorful. And the flying and the soaring and the skimming and the skipping! That's really what this movie is all about. Just flying, you know.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-21657516290314900212010-03-26T11:19:00.003-04:002010-06-19T14:00:00.852-04:00Microgravity and its effectsThe effects of microgravity on the human body are quite nasty actually. Do not believe all those science fiction stories where people travel nilly-willy without a thought of bone loss and heart problems and brain changes and gastrointestinal problems. Gravity is far more important in the functionings of our bodies than you might at first think.<br /><br />So my senior design team is trying to simulate gravity in our project by spinning our station. But then we had to figure out how much spinning the human body could take before getting sick. Try walking around with a slow spinning motion for a bit. You get dizzy after only a short time (I know because I tried).<br /><br />Anyway, it is most interesting work and way more complicated than we initially thought.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-278395393332220812010-03-05T13:07:00.004-05:002010-03-05T13:16:50.082-05:00Spring BreakTuesday night I slept only and half to two hours. During that brief sleep I dreamt that I had gotten stuck in some time warp at some point in my life and became my own grandmother. And then something else happened and I ended up meeting my grandmother self. She was actually a pretty cool lady. Anyway, then my alarm went off. But my grandmother self told me I could set it for ten minutes later and then I would get to sleep for ten extra minutes! I decided my grandmother self was so smart and cool.<br /><br />My dad's response to me telling him this yesterday: "sounds like you were almost hallucinating. You should definitely get some sleep tonight." So I did, which was good because Tuesday night was not the only night I was skipping sleep. And when you skip sleep often enough, it gets really hard to talk clearly and you find yourself rambling a lot and people's words to you don't always make sense. This is why I am really glad it is the beginning of spring break.<br />I think I get more sleep in general though than some friends I know. So there is no need to get worried about me. I'm doing way better than a lot of other people.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-66937172476397398812010-02-03T13:12:00.007-05:002010-02-03T13:17:59.217-05:00Wind Tunnels and Ear PlugsThat has been my day thus far. The ear plugs came in when we ran the wind tunnel in my fluid dynamics lab at greater than 150 feet per second. It gets very loud with a high-pitchy sort of sound. But, hey! we're doing stuff with a real live wind tunnel so everything's okay.<br /><br />And some time today I have to leave my comfy warm seat on my couch and drag my aching muscles (from exercising yesterday) out into the cold again so I can walk around and talk to recruiters at our spring career fair. Botheration, I probably have to wear high heels again, don't I...Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16908493.post-44836829321972838142010-02-03T13:10:00.003-05:002010-02-03T13:17:51.361-05:00Let's blow up the moonWell...that's not actually the goal of my senior design class. But it is a possible outcome to some of our current ideas for launching a space module from the moon to Mars. It's been quite funny as we throw out the wackiest ideas and then realize what we just said and what the possible side effects would be.Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000788491850052802noreply@blogger.com0