Long-Winded.
When I speak, I tend to use too few words. Alternatively, I may just not be structuring my thoughts and sentences in ways that make immediate sense. The meaning is all there but they tend to be hard to parse. A third possibility is that my speech may not be clear or, even more woefully corrigible, loud enough. For any or all of these reasons, and countless others that were not mentioned, my discourses are short and infrequent.
Same with the blogging. My writing is labored and I can't blame my fairly crappy typing since my thoughts are even slower. So not much, infrequently.
But, damn it, I can not stop writing when I write science. I'm presenting a thirty page report tomorrow. In fairness, much of it consists of figures and code. Still. And it's the follow-up to a previous thirteen page report, on the same topic. Two weeks ago, I could have written the thing as Use SVR. It's magical.
and that would have been the end of it.
Moving on to other things I have to write, I think my grad school personal statements are going to be a recapitulation of the stupidly giddy "CMYK" essay I used for the college admissions process. I think I'll talk about how functional analysis, which I found somewhat useless a year ago, is now underlying the data analysis and the computational chemistry that I am doing at work. Isn't math swell?
Brother makes fun of me for tagging just about every entry as "incoherent." This should show him that the tag is fully deserved.
In further Daniel is pathetic news, I am now downloading the Junior Boys album So This Is Goodbye from the ITMS. What sealed the deal was the final line of the review. Otherwise, this is a make-out album destined to be played most often by loners who, for whatever reason (a crippling breakup, a fear of human contact, the snowman melted, etc.), are only able to commit the act in their minds.
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Same with the blogging. My writing is labored and I can't blame my fairly crappy typing since my thoughts are even slower. So not much, infrequently.
But, damn it, I can not stop writing when I write science. I'm presenting a thirty page report tomorrow. In fairness, much of it consists of figures and code. Still. And it's the follow-up to a previous thirteen page report, on the same topic. Two weeks ago, I could have written the thing as Use SVR. It's magical.
and that would have been the end of it.
Moving on to other things I have to write, I think my grad school personal statements are going to be a recapitulation of the stupidly giddy "CMYK" essay I used for the college admissions process. I think I'll talk about how functional analysis, which I found somewhat useless a year ago, is now underlying the data analysis and the computational chemistry that I am doing at work. Isn't math swell?
Brother makes fun of me for tagging just about every entry as "incoherent." This should show him that the tag is fully deserved.
In further Daniel is pathetic news, I am now downloading the Junior Boys album So This Is Goodbye from the ITMS. What sealed the deal was the final line of the review. Otherwise, this is a make-out album destined to be played most often by loners who, for whatever reason (a crippling breakup, a fear of human contact, the snowman melted, etc.), are only able to commit the act in their minds.
The above is reprinted without permission or further comment.