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F. Nietzche
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"in pitch dark I go walking in
   your landscape.
"broken branches trip me as I
   speak.
"just cause you feel it doesnt
   mean its there...
"we are accidents waiting to
   happen."
Monday, February 23, 2004

In a noble attempt to prepare for my exam tonight, I stumbled upon the following statement:

“This problem reminds us of our first encounter with instantaneous velocity in our beginning mechanics course…. We never forget the wonder and amazement that was caused by the idea when it was first introduced. A similar experience awaits the reader with the concept of instantaneous frequency.”

Clearly the author has a sense of humor. I can picture him writing it, beer at his side, chuckling to himself at the thought of students reading his extraordinarily dry textbook. He’d throw his head back and laugh, “Chumps!”

I’m no chump.

So, to express my indignation, I packed up my books and abandoned my studious efforts.

Take that, B.P. Lathi!

Tuesday, January 6, 2004

Winter break? Just about finished. Alas, the lengthy to-do list I compiled at the start of break isn't much shorter. I’m hoping, however, that I'll be able to check one item off the list tomorrow.

I'm getting a haircut. Biting the bullet, if you will.

It seems I developed a phobia of sorts last spring, after the encounter with Peanut, who haphazardly hacked my hair with a straight razor.

I haven’t been to a salon since. Consequently, my hair has reached an unattractive, unmanageable length. I’m in dire need of a trimming.

But rest assured: if the hair dresser pulls out a razor tomorrow, I’m making a run for it.


Lhasa apso bearing a strong resemblance to my currently under-groomed appearance.

Friday, December 12, 2003

My adorable, though slightly paranoid, roommate bought pepper spray for the four of us. But I’m afraid that, wielding it, I’m more a danger to myself than any potential attacker. It’s sitting on my desk, and I’m currently resisting the urge to spray it on something.

Maybe I’ll give it a try on Jeff. After all, I need to make sure it works.

Thursday, December 4, 2003

Slept until 11 today, despite the three alarms that went off between 7 and 7:15 this morning. Funny thing? I don't remember shutting any of them off. Not even the one strategically placed on the opposite side of the room.

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Finally saw the latest (last) Matrix. It was almost everything I was warned it would be. Poorly scripted. Cheesy. A plastic, CGI nightmare.

The key, however, is that premise worked. It’s worth seeing, but only if you can sit down and philosophize afterwards. There’s plenty to discuss.

Though I was a little disappointed that no one I talked to was willing to take my AI bait. Ah well.

But to all those who left the theater confused and disappointed, rest assured. They answered most of the critical questions.

And the ending made plenty of sense.

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I've started working on a pictural summary of my road trip this summer. I know I've been slow to start working on it, but it's coming soon.

Thursday, November 27, 2003

I hate to break a pattern. So I’ll start with the cursory line:

I’m back!

(As if I ever really left.)

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My mom took me aside this morning and said, “Jen, you’ve turned 21. And that means you’ve changed ranks.”

I was excited. “You mean I won’t be eating dinner at the kiddie table?”

She laughed, “No, no. I mean, you get to help with the clean-up after dinner.”

This year, that’s what I’m thankful for.

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