Post a poem, day 2

Emily Dickinson, Life, XI:

MUCH madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
’T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.

All I have to say is: indeed.

Wonderful cartoon

The Sexy Leprechaun drew a cartoon for us this week detailing his opinion of the anti-President Midgley rally being held today. Since I don’t appreciate being torn limb from limb by Luke, Bob, and Dr. McKnuckleberry–and because I didn’t want it associated with the damned good article J. wrote–I decided not to run it. But the cartoon is kinda funny, even from a neutral perspective such as mine.

(WO ended up drawing us an angry protester with a big sign showing a question mark. The point was very clear, wasn’t any more offensive than the article was, and went well with the article. I’ll try to post the PDF of the page later today.)

For info about the Rose Controversy, see I still stand by my original position on all this mess. Message of the day: “Sweet persistance”.

Why, no, that’s actually not related to the presidential stuff. Bru-ha-ha…

I am Jack’s jangled and distracted neurons

Andrea came over last night to study for our analytical chemistry test. Problem is, I’ve got about 1.5 things on my mind, and ain’t a damn bit of it is chemistry. We stayed up late chatting about.. well, about one-and-a-half topics. Andrea was surprising unannoyed with my tenacity and circular thinking and wailing. The test went well despite my early morning cramming session.

I had a superlative weekend. Friday night I went over to Dr. 7’s and he bought us pizza (although I drove to get it, of course). We watched Eddie Murphy’s Raw and Stephen Lynch’s Live at the El Rey. I’d completely forgotten how well Murphy does Sanctimonious Bill Cosby and Vulgar-per-Usual Richard Pryor impressions better than any other I’ve seen. Watching Raw reminded Dr. 7 and me both of Pablo Francisco. There’s definitely some influence there. I went home early on account of fatigue and slept the night away.

Saturday morning, midday, and early afternoon was Programming Language Concepts (PLC) project time. We went out to breakfast and got a nice chunk of work done before we adjourned. I didn’t have to whip out the opening lines of the Serenity Prayer much at all…

I’m joking. We had fun. Geek jokes abound. Gotta love it.

Later that evening, Jenn took me out to get Thai food for dinner. We talked about Antarctica and research and mental states and relationships and friends and careers. Awesome food, delightful company.

I got back to my room and relaxed for a while (i.e. did no homework) until close to 22:00, when I began listening and taking notes from the 004 Show (which reminds me, I need to write my article…). I went down to the station around 22:30 and loitered for about an hour until I was hit with a writing bug, at which time I slipped out and ran back to my room.

I will say this: if you haven’t written a word of fiction in four months, it’s damn difficult to do so with four voices talking and laughing in your ears. So I waited until the show went off to really get started, but I wrote (interspersed with some always-amusing chatting with WO) for about three hours or so before I got tangled up in the ending. See, I can write very easily (although perhaps not very well) when I’m sleepy and fatigued. In fact, that’s probably also the best time to question me or attempt to hold an honest conversation with me, because my inhibitions hit a minimum and I’m more willing to ramble on about anything asked than at just about any other time.

At any rate, I can get all the character development and action flowing when tired, but wrapping up becomes next to impossible. See above about rambling.

So I went to bed, story unfinished, and was up at 09:00 for another PLC team meeting. At that point, the weekend was pretty much over, although I did have a nice conversation with some folks in the Thorn office, many of whom will be graduating soon or absent next year. I sat there on the desk facing a semi-circle of many of the seniors I’ve grown to be comfortable with: Dr. 7, Luke, Big V, O., and even Phil, who I used to vehemently dislike, but who has grown on me, steadily but surely. I still can’t mention anything tangentially related to either Microsoft or Open Source around him, but he grows on you.

Four weeks before finals. Five before commencement week. I still don’t know about my living situation for next year, and Dr. M is pushing for a decision on the Antarctica/summer thing pronto; we’ve got a meeting in two hours, in fact. I still have one other summer offer very much open, and may have a second, depending on the response from NASA.

Honestly, I just want to sleep this summer. Sleep, run, read, write, think, visit North Carolina for a month. I don’t want my work to own me (again).

At least things will have to be resolved soon. Well, the 1.5 things Andrea and I chatted about could drag out longer than I’d prefer, but I suspect they won’t…

Friendly plug

I have to plug the Weir(d) One’s (and company) radio show: The 004 (“double aught”) Show. I listened this Saturday night (from 22:00 to 00:00, to complete the plug) on account of the institute president making an appearance, but I honestly think I’m hooked. I mean, seriously, conjectures on the best cast for Star Craft: The Motion Picture? Love it. Particularly given the problems with Jim Varney of “Ernest” fame being just a little dead and John Wayne being sort-of-maybe-kinda dead. How Jeff Foxworthy is a suitable replacement for Varney, I have no idea… (*cringe*)

On top of that, I went down to the studio during the show and watched. I’d only been in a radio station once before, back when I was in first grade, maybe, and the YMCA took us on a field trip to a local rap station. I remember we all requested to hear Kris Kross’s “Jump”, but although we listened for the next several hours, they never played it.

Odd, how one remembers these things.

Anyway, the station is a cool, cozy little place, despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that it’s in the basement of the old residence hall I lived in last year. The cast of the 004 Show are too funny, and have wonderful conversation. The two hours of the show seemed to fly by.

Oh, and the station streams audio, too.