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I feel very caffinated. I am not. But my heart is pounding from a conversation with Chimno about our exams/papers/labs due next week, and that kind of physical reaction (unpleasant) (worrying) (distracting) doesn't usually happen unless I've had more than the unusual amount of coffee (but 0 <= 0) or less than the usual amount of sleep (but x >= x-bar).

Okay, new post, since the above is obsolete.

You may or may not know that I don't celebrate Halloween. It's one of those admissions I like getting over with as quickly as possible so we can get to talking about what you have done / plan to do / did.

HOWEVER. This year, there was a holiday related event: [ profile] cyloncurry and I helped Helen with her costume via non-toxic markers.

Bethany watched over us and commentaried and disapproved.

The overall design and pattern is Helen's, as are the supplies, as is, ah, her body. Ela and I worked together on the flowers and the stems. The leaves were pretty much all Ela's. Don't they look all awesome and 3D? I did the buds and bud-shaped-things.

Derp )
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"Autobiography in Five Chapters" 
By Portia Nelson
Chapter I
I walk down the street 
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk 
I fall in 
I am lost . . . I am helpless 
It isn't my fault 
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II
I walk down the same street. 
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
I pretend I don’t see it. 
I fall in again. 
I can’t believe I am in the same place. 
But, it isn’t my fault. 
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III
I walk down the same street 
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
I see it is there. 
I still fall in . . . it’s a habit. 
My eyes are open. I know where I am. 
It is my fault. 
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV 
I walk down the same street. 
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
I walk around it.

Chapter V
I walk down another street
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"The second class is an all day field trip on the research vessel seawolf on the Hudson river. So hopefully you can make that."

Right now, I love my major so hard.


See how I feel tomorrow with some (perspective) sleep in me. It's also Day One for this class. They say the workload is killer, but worth it. (... number crunching wise, it's probably not worth my entire future. BUT OH EM GEE SAMPLE COLLECTING EEEEEEEE ?!)
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Packing for school tomorrow and I can't believe that after all those months of longing for it, I'm going to have to leave my bookshelves behind again. I wasted twenty minutes of last minute packing time just staring at the rows and double-rows of books that I'm not going to be able to have, like, in my hands any time I want, for the next few months. It was kind of really pathetic.

The few I'm taking back with me... a disproportionate amount are children books I read in, like, elementary school. I'm thinking of it as comfort food. Something warm and heavy and not especially challenging to tide me over this coming half-year when I'm losing my shit because science no longer fits into my skull.

Speaking of which, just looking at my schedule for next year makes me want to curl up in a little ball and cry. And there are only four classes? And one of them is karate? And this is really pathetic? (There are now four five four sciences, karate golf? lap swim, and a Global Core (African Civ!). It seems more doable, somehow. An illusion.)

Of course the other three are all hard core sciences, but come on, self. Remember when all you lived for was to be a good student? Remember when academics was your element?

Oh, and then remember the past two years. What the fuck was that?

... This isn't helping with anything, but on some level, I feel like if I scare myself enough, I'll perform better. This used to be how it worked. Scare myself, work harder, ???, profit. But now I think I've reached the limits of how far threats can take me. Paralyzing fear, or just procrastination from packing? Either way, this is pretty terrible.

I'm so terrified for this coming semester. Why on earth am I... Why do I have ambitions? Why doesn't that at least make me ambitious?

Talking to Second helped. We are, all of us, scared. I'm going to go hide under a chapter book.
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Things on my Flist:

1. Sherlock. I can't actually watch it from Taiwan so I've been avoiding your joy. Out of spoiler fear (which is unwarranted; everyone cuts), and out of mad jealousy. It is so on the list of things I need to watch once I get back to the US.

2. Inception. Very... Vivian Vande Velde, thinking specifically of User Unfriendly and Heir Apparent (if that means anything to anyone, which, actually, it probably doesn't?). That means I love it, by the way. Meta-ing it out with Shyue in emails but... yeah. So much tighter than I'd expected. And obviously provoking because, oh em gee, so many views. Flist, you are lovely.

3. Aaaaaaand a meme that I'm too lazy to do. It's here if you want it. I'm going to assume it's good because half of you are doing it.
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Monday morning (that is, uh, now), I arrived to the lab early and waited around for a bit. XiaoJuan got there shortly after and let us both in. We chatted about inconsequential stuff like food and the movie she'd seen over the weekend (Inception). Actors whose names I don't in English, I'm not going to know in Chinese either. It was while I was plugging in my laptop that I noticed the trail of water. Quite a lot of it.

XiaoJuan and I traced the source from one side of the room to the other, suspecting and then absolving each of our bags in turn, and marveling at the amount of water. ... So. It was the refrigerators. Remember that thunderstorm I was so happy about on Friday? Three of our lab fridges, all connected to the same outlet, had stalled out during a power outage and, possibly unlike the other… one-or-two-I-can't-tell other fridges, they never came back online.

Aside from the damage likely done to expensive things like enzymes and grown factors (we'll need to test the rest of the stuff out to know if it's still functional), the water also soaked through some plastic wrapping for a cardboard box full of paper for western blot; at least XiaoJuan and ZhiYi (the next to arrive) agree that the top part is still okay to use if we slice off the bottom portion.

XueJie (which is a title, not a name, but I have enough memory issues as it is, thanks) jiggled the outlet extender just a little and power came back, so we're not sure what's up with that.

Someone has come by to mop up the spill with, if I'm understanding this, a Special Mop because the water may be polluted? Otherwise everyone is settling back into routine (everyone is here now) and the water is mostly gone, so I'm off to go do actual work. (XiaoHei is letting me help her "lo jiao".) Whee.


Okay, done. Science apparently involves a lot of waiting around. I can't figure out how to brew this delicious tea so that it's dry (sweet) but not bitter or dry (bitter). ... Lalala waiting around.

If you give me a moment, I'm going to wax lyric about my labmates )

P.S. Oh hey guys, look: it's my hospital! Because the Medical University didn't have room for us. Oh well~
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So. Watching the Mists of Avalon miniseries. And there is Edward Atterton.
* Sword swinging: check
* Period dress: check
* LOL dialogue: check
* Getting the ladies (or just, y'know, Lancelot): check

But one new addition to what I'm (prematurely?) thinking of as standard Atterton. This time, he's blond. He's blond. Sort of curly, really artificial, and just, just, LOL.

It's so distracting. I kind of can't stop laughing every time I see it. ...him. It. His hair. I love it, even while I feel it's a little... hideous? Hair in this miniseries is awesome, guys.

... OMG Arthur/Morgaine OTP! SHUT UP I CAN'T HELP IT. OH EM GEE. CUTEST. EVER. From 5:58 on. Poor Lancelot. Poor Gwen. "But I am sworn to Arthur." "As am I." Honour ruins everything for everyone. Honour and love. So much suck, guys. Sigh.

I don't think there's a KevinMerlin in this miniseries. Too much trouble to explain. I am not yet in love with mini Mordred. Oo, or older Mordred.

Let's get these Avalon priestesses to meet the Bene Gesserit because I think they are distantly related. "Witchcraft" and political meddling and bloodline manipulation and crazy self control and so on. The only major difference I can think of is their official stance on religion, and that depends on how Merlin-esque you take the philosphy of Avalon. Also, uh, birth control.
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天黑黑 (Cloudy Day?), Sun Yan Zi / Stefanie Sun

We sang this karaoke on the bus during the five day tour thing for my program, along with a ton of other songs. They were all pretty much Mandarin or English, with only a smattering of Taiwanese. It was rattling around in my head today so I decided to look it up. There are several others I need to search for as well.

Very appropriately, it is thunderstorming like mad over here now, warm and sticky and absolutely thrilling. If only I had any faith in the puddles of these streets (I don't), my walking commute would be much more pleasant.

RL/Fandom/RP )
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PCR today

Got here in this fashion: L'Engle --> Narnia --> Merlin

I haven't even really started trawling fandom for fic, but I already know I want a:

* Dragon fic throwing light on his captivity, how he feels about being the last of his kind, and his beliefs about destiny. And maybe his relationship with various marginal people who come seeking things from him.

* X-over with Nancy Springer's world, or Mists of Avalon, or ... both?

*-n RPF, weirdly enough. Someone gave me a taste for it in this fandom. (But only if it's x-overed with the original universe.)

* better look at Uther and Arther's relationship

* lot of Mordred fic. Lol.

It is Thursday, 5:30pm. Tech-ily off work but still here because the girls are going out tonight and I'm going along.

It took four days of being employed to start explaining RPG to my coworkers.

... Sigh. (:
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Half my LJ text is in Chinese. It took me a really absurd amount of time to realize that I could read nearly all of it. A lot has happened. I haven't slept in a long time.

It is one hot, humid, but fruit-packed (wax apples are in season!) island here. Going to spend some time playing, but then have to focus on that research internship. I'll be staying with my great-aunt because of how close she is to the university. And because her house is kind of big.

It's probably safe to say that I'm the only one who finds these little details in combination funny. And even I think it's a little sad.
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This post is full of whining :(

1. My total GPA just broke the 3.6 line. That's right, in the wrong direction. I did mention I was doing poorly this semester, didn't I? I'm more afraid of my cousin's disappointment than my own.

Why do I even bother with ambitions? It's not like they motivate me. Supremely unmotivated, me.

2. In only moderately related news, I am tired of being my current self and am ready to try pretending to be someone else. You know, again. Because it seems I've turned into that guy I never liked anyway, and I've nearly forgotten why I love the things I do which was the whole point of the weirdo I am trying out at the moment.

Hm, whining. Hopefully you'll see less of this. I'm too old to get my teenage angst on. Thank goodness it's summer.

3. I apparently need to read more 17th century poetry. Or just poetry in general, but I was just recommended the whole of the 17th century. Should keep me busy.

Oh, also this: Song on the End of the World - Czeslaw Milosz. Not related to anything in particular. I... like this guy's stuff? I don't know.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
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There was a story my dad once told me. I think it might have been a joke. It goes: there was a store - actually it might have been a restaurant - that sold everything at great price. The service was also very bad, minimal, etc.

"This place is terrible!" one costumer informs the owner (manager?). "I am never coming here again!"

The owner replies, "I knew that you would not come again. That's why I charge every item so highly and do not spend very much on service!"

My dad turns to me and asks, "Does this make sense?"

'Well, yeah,' I think, young and not exactly up with economics, 'If someone comes once and only once, you must get as much out of them as you can, because the goal is to take in as much money as possible and this is your one chance!'

"Of course not," he answers for me, which is just as well because I was incorrect. When I return with a blank look, he explains, "If he charged less to begin with, the costumer would return, and ultimately spend more."

This was my first economics lesson.*

Sometimes, I still revert to this immature way of thinking. And I think... that's enough about that.

*Actually, this was not, because in an earlier one, mom cut a mooncake into fractions and asked how many cuts she should make. I learned very quickly that one of two pieces (1/2) was bigger than one of four (1/4), even though 2 < 4. Yay, fractions. After I learned this, I felt that I had always known this and had only forgotten. This is probably just hindsight bias.


the fear that i should overwhelm your smile
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As captioned in my textbook:

"An overhead view of a frog that is being levitated in a magnetic field produced by current in a vertical solenoid below the frog. (The frog is not in discomfort; the sensation is like floating in water, which frogs like very much.)
(Courtesy A. K. Gein,
High Field Magnet Laboratory,
University of Nijmegen, The Netherlands

Image and more information from: ("In addition, the frog picture will probably help students studying magnetism to get less easily bored.")

( Because not everything has to be exams and final projects, gee dee ai. Sometimes there are frogs. )
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I had a small scab on my arm for a long while now. Actually, I have a few. This past week I left it alone and tried not picking at, and guess what? Today, it finally fell off on its own and the skin underneath it was healed.

A bit of a scar, but basically, all patched up. All by itself. It blows my mind that this blows my mind.

Is it not written, "It won't get better if you pick at it"?

Another point for the Way of Mrs. Cosmopilite.
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A continuation? Addition? Six Records is slowly becoming one of my favorite books ever. Who'd' a' thunk it?

An excerpt from the INTRODUCTION for the Drumknotts and Alfreds and ... Iantos? of fiction.

Shen Fu was, by his standards and by our own, a conspicuous failure in many ways... )
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My clever clever cousin is one of the best things that ever happened to me, although I certainly wasn't convinced of this as a tiny child. He's now studying in a great school about four hours north of me doing insane things with time management (!!) and Game Theory in addition to his double-major-plus-premed shaped thing. Among the other wonderful and RL-relevant things he sent me that will no doubt involve me actually being motivated and, well, awake for starters, he sent me this:

Pancakes Every Morning!

Reproduced because I'm afraid of the internet eating these things years down the line. )

I can't decide whether I feel inspired or exhausted.
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Appendix I: The Ecology of Dune
Beyond a critical point within a finite space, freedom diminishes as numbers increase. This is as true of humans in the finite space of a planetary ecosystem as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who do survive.

-Pardot Kynes, First Planetologist of Arrakis

The Effect of Arrakis on the mind of... )
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Back at school now. I'm watching season 4 of Dexter now. Thanks a lot, Guagua, Kaka; somehow this is your fault. :P

Meanwhile, also doing work this looked fun? I maaaay have done this before. It's been going around forever.

Give me a fandom and I will tell you my...

One True Pairing Ship:
Canon Ship:
"If this happens I'll stab my eyes out with a spork" Ship:
"You are one sick bastard" Ship:
"I dabble a little" Ship:
"It's like a car crash" Ship:
"Tickles my fancy but not sold just yet" Ship:
"Makes no canon sense but why the Hell not" Ship:
"Everyone else loves it but I just don't feel it" Ship:

SP warning, but go for multiples if you like.


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