Ok that title is a lie. I don't have any final projects to do, as all mine are already done. I just have to study for my finals and find time to not go crazy (harder than it sounds).
I had an interesting chat with a friend of mine today (I'll just call her the Redhead-she knows who she is). She stated that she was now following my blog and asked why I hadn't written anything in over a week. My first reaction was "Sweet, another follower!" My second reaction was "Dang, it's already been a week?" My third reaction was "OMG FINALS :(" and then my fourth reaction was to say "I've been a little too busy to write because of finals. In fact, I've been too busy to do a lot of stuff because of finals.
I've, in the past three weeks or so, spontaneously decided to take on a lot of projects. I'm really good at having impulse decisions and not thinking them through. This blog was largely an impulse decision. On top of that, I've attempted to teach myself guitar by borrowing my neighbor's every now and then, I've ran for and gotten elected to student government (we'll see how well I do with responsibility), I decided to write an article for the campus newspaper (and did it), and tis the season to do Christmas shopping.
What does this all mean? Well for one thing, I managed to fit a plug in for this blog in the campus newspaper, so Oh Snap It Went There just got a major boost to its cred. Nuff said. But it also means that I have a ton of junk I'm now a part of next semester. I'll start doing stuff for student government come January and I'll hopefully get to write for the newspaper again. I'm glad that neither of these involve responsibilities that I'm required to take care of right now, cause I would fail so hard. I already failed to buy Christmas gifts for everyone I wanted to, and have to get some belated gifts to hand out once the new semester starts. There needs to be a time in January where it's socially acceptable to give gifts to people you forget/spent too much time overthinking what to get them and thus didn't get anything. Christmas 2.0 maybe.
I haven't practiced guitar in a few weeks, mainly due to not having time because of all schoolwork I have to do. I missed a few people on my Christmas list. And this is without my new responsibilities as a part of student government or maybe a frequent contributor to the campus paper. Not to mention that I'm in Honor's so I have a larger courseload than the average student. I'm suddenly not sure if I'm going to be able to balance all of that next semester. I mean, I've already slipped up a few times, and instead of ditching the less important stuff, I'm just adding more. And having reviewed my schedule for next semester, I'm confident it will require more effort than the classes I'm wrapping up with this week. Plus, this blog ain't gonna write itself, so I'll have to actually set aside time to write a post if I actually want to keep going with it, which I so do. Siiiigh. At least there's not another Christmas next semester to add to my stress, unless Hallmark decides I was on to something with my Christmas 2.0 idea and makes it a legit holiday.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Technology and Logic: Does not compute
I think it's time I shared a secret with you guys, a pretty major one. This could alter the nature of our relationship forever. So brace yourself, cause here goes....
I am a computer science major with about as much technological knowhow as my grandmother.
Everyone still breathing?
Looking back on those words I realize I left a subtle clue when I said "a pretty MAJOR one." Anyway, back to my point. I don't know a lot about technology, nor do I pretend to. "Hey Brad, can you set up my printer? Your a computer science type" my roommate asks. "Oh sure, that stuff's easy" I reply. That happened like three weeks into the semester, and it is still on my to-do list (or as I call it, my stuff-I-really-should-do-sometime-soon list). So maybe I SOMETIMES pretend to know more than I do....
I wish that was the only example. The other night, just five seconds after I finished a phone call, my iPhone started vibrating. It wasn't like a normal vibrate where it goes bzzzz-pause-bzzzz. It was more like bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz until I turned it off, praying that it didn't explode. That seemed to do the trick, and when I turned it back on there were no issues. Do I have an answer for why that happened?
(Oh snap it went there!)
Then there was the time I spilt Mountain Dew on my laptop and it broke a day later. Now, to be fair, I do understand that soda (or pop, or sodapop, or however you say it) and computers don't exactly mix. We learned that the first day of Computer Science 160. However, what I don't understand is what the Genius at Apple told me. (I'm not trying to be sarcastic: their job title is literally Genius). Apparently, the problem wasn't that the soda damaged it, but that my hardrive just kinda broke. For no reason. A day after it was drenched in Mountain Dew. I'm not complaining: I didn't have to pay a dime to fix it (excluding cost of light-rail tickets). But I'm not sure that I can explain my luck.
I remember that I turned in a paper to my Scholar Citizen professor who majored in Computer Science (and now teaches philosophy: welcome to Augsburg). He told me it was very articulate for a Computer Science major, which is probably the closet to a complement I'll get from him. I later asked him if he could clarify that statement. He said that sometimes Comp Sci majors didn't know how to write. I think, given my ability articulate myself, and my inability to explain half the problems I have with technology, I might be in the wrong academic field....
I am a computer science major with about as much technological knowhow as my grandmother.
Everyone still breathing?
Looking back on those words I realize I left a subtle clue when I said "a pretty MAJOR one." Anyway, back to my point. I don't know a lot about technology, nor do I pretend to. "Hey Brad, can you set up my printer? Your a computer science type" my roommate asks. "Oh sure, that stuff's easy" I reply. That happened like three weeks into the semester, and it is still on my to-do list (or as I call it, my stuff-I-really-should-do-sometime-soon list). So maybe I SOMETIMES pretend to know more than I do....
I wish that was the only example. The other night, just five seconds after I finished a phone call, my iPhone started vibrating. It wasn't like a normal vibrate where it goes bzzzz-pause-bzzzz. It was more like bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz until I turned it off, praying that it didn't explode. That seemed to do the trick, and when I turned it back on there were no issues. Do I have an answer for why that happened?
(Oh snap it went there!)
Then there was the time I spilt Mountain Dew on my laptop and it broke a day later. Now, to be fair, I do understand that soda (or pop, or sodapop, or however you say it) and computers don't exactly mix. We learned that the first day of Computer Science 160. However, what I don't understand is what the Genius at Apple told me. (I'm not trying to be sarcastic: their job title is literally Genius). Apparently, the problem wasn't that the soda damaged it, but that my hardrive just kinda broke. For no reason. A day after it was drenched in Mountain Dew. I'm not complaining: I didn't have to pay a dime to fix it (excluding cost of light-rail tickets). But I'm not sure that I can explain my luck.
I remember that I turned in a paper to my Scholar Citizen professor who majored in Computer Science (and now teaches philosophy: welcome to Augsburg). He told me it was very articulate for a Computer Science major, which is probably the closet to a complement I'll get from him. I later asked him if he could clarify that statement. He said that sometimes Comp Sci majors didn't know how to write. I think, given my ability articulate myself, and my inability to explain half the problems I have with technology, I might be in the wrong academic field....
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Hello, and Other Greetings
I started a blog.
Yes, divine revelation right there, I know. I've been wanting to blog for a while now but I never really thought it would be productive. I'm learning about pragmatism in one of my classes (I am a college student), and one of the central tenants of their philosophy is that learning occurs through interaction. Which would defeat the purpose of this blog. I'll write stuff that I've been mulling over (or post a picture of a puppy-both are liable to happen here) and no one would read my blog. Why would they? Thus, I would be talking to the sky basically. That's why I've held out for so long.
Then I had a thought: forget that, I like to ramble. And so this blog was born (with a little extra push from some friends). Who cares if no one reads this? No one reads my thoughts (I hope), but I still think them. Why shouldn't I blog?
It took a bit of time to develop a suitable name for my blog, until I dissed one of my friends while brainstorming ideas. I had the page open and it told me to "Insert blog title...." and I stared at it, hoping words would appear in the box. Then the aforementioned dissing occurred. My friend's mouth dropped and I remarked "Oh snap it went there!"A spark illuminated in my brain ( I imagine thats how great ideas are expressed) and 15 minutes later, I finished this sentence.
I feel it would be pointless to list a bunch of facts about me you are likely to forget (like that my favorite color is blue), so I'll just continue to update this blog and you can learn more about me that way.
As promised, cute puppy photos:
Yes, divine revelation right there, I know. I've been wanting to blog for a while now but I never really thought it would be productive. I'm learning about pragmatism in one of my classes (I am a college student), and one of the central tenants of their philosophy is that learning occurs through interaction. Which would defeat the purpose of this blog. I'll write stuff that I've been mulling over (or post a picture of a puppy-both are liable to happen here) and no one would read my blog. Why would they? Thus, I would be talking to the sky basically. That's why I've held out for so long.
Then I had a thought: forget that, I like to ramble. And so this blog was born (with a little extra push from some friends). Who cares if no one reads this? No one reads my thoughts (I hope), but I still think them. Why shouldn't I blog?
It took a bit of time to develop a suitable name for my blog, until I dissed one of my friends while brainstorming ideas. I had the page open and it told me to "Insert blog title...." and I stared at it, hoping words would appear in the box. Then the aforementioned dissing occurred. My friend's mouth dropped and I remarked "Oh snap it went there!"A spark illuminated in my brain ( I imagine thats how great ideas are expressed) and 15 minutes later, I finished this sentence.
I feel it would be pointless to list a bunch of facts about me you are likely to forget (like that my favorite color is blue), so I'll just continue to update this blog and you can learn more about me that way.
As promised, cute puppy photos:
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