Quick update, since I’m busy studying. I’ve changed servers (again, I know). This means, however, that RSS feeds have changes, links have changed, etc. The new location of ANH is https://irrsinn.net/ethoughts/. The new RSS feed is https://irrsinn.net/ethoughts/rss.xml. Why the change? I changed my hosting plan to a higher one, which meant another move to another server. Why Brinkster can’t streamline this, I don’t know. But I’m happier nonetheless. And my site is sexier with a new facelift, methinks.

I’m having an interesting… dilemma with Dr. B, the guy I’m supposed to be doing psych research for. He has what he claims is a professional dispute with Dr. McKnuckleberry, and a couple of times in my discussion of The B*ll C*rve with Dr. B he has made barely-veiled ad hominem attacks against Dr. McK. That, and he seems to assume all students that have an opinion on The B*ll C*rve are simply regurgitating what they’ve been told by the professor that introduced them to it. Why even bother to have student researchers if you think they can’t think? So I called him on it. I want no damn part…

There’s enough social drama going on on my floor to make me want to get a single room all by myself next year. The girls in my roommate’s sorority are finally realizing that the sorority is not all its cracked up to be. And so they sit in groups of friends, or with groups of the older sorority girls, and talk about the passivity of the sorority. For long periods of time. Covering the same problems over and over again. I am becoming increasing convinced that next year will be strained with three roommates. I have reached an equilibrium with Bridget, but that’s probably in part because the woman hates…

NASA Develops System To Computerize Silent, ‘Subvocal Speech’. Good stuff. Go NASA. That’s right up there with Sedna, which just blew my mind when I read about it last Wednesday (Usenet’s sci.space.news, anyone?). Actually, higher, probably, since it can help people directly. This weekend has been all kinds of fun. It’s been Mom’s Weekend (essentially), and I had the joy of meeting Bridget’s mother. That’s not sarcasm. She’s very nice, and I see a lot of Bridget’s mannerisms and thought processes in her. I can’t help but wonder what she thinks of me, given the undoubtedly conditional opinion Bridget has of me; I’ve challenged Bridget on a lot of things…

No, no, no, Bridget. Not quite. My Gender Issues class, which is essentially human sexuality, is giving me plenty of reading. Not only are we working through Y: The Descent of Man by Steve Jones, which is slow going for me simply because non-fiction takes a lot longer to read, but every class, the prof has at least one journal article for us to read. The good thing is, these are frequently hot-off-the-presses articles that were just published that day, week, or month. The bad (sorta) things is, we can’t just skim through these biology- or psychology-loaded articles; Dr. B likes to randomly ask people what these really long words…