I am rather touchy about bugs. Well, that's not entirely true. I readily admit that arthropods are quite interesting, and one of my favorite exhibits at the Smithsonian's Museum of Natural History is the insect hall. I, like just about everyone else in existence, consider butterflies to be beautiful, and I have an odd fascination for ant ( Read more... )

My Crypto class must have failed kindergarten. They can't follow directions, they don't know how to use glue, and they won't clean up after themselves even when you explicitly tell them to four times. And yet we expect them to crack the Enigma. Right ( Read more... )

( Part 1 of many, I'm sure. )

6-person, 6-head-4-stomach grass orgy during break = THEO kids are awesome. They even invited me to join, but, you know, boundaries. That and I would probably have crushed someone's spleen ( Read more... )

As much as I have grown to be bored by orientation, I'm really wishing that we could, you know, get a bit more orientated this summer. ( Cut for extreme CTY bitch-and-moaning. Get used to it. )

Well, I recently picked up my cap, gown and hood for tomorrow's commencement activities. ( A couple of observations: )

Man, oh man. My spring break sucks. I'm in the home stretch of my thesis, but my progress on that front seems to be inspired by Zeno. I am yet again in denial about a paper for African Music, though in all fairness I shouldn't be too worried about that since the prof loves me. But still, I haven't a clue how that's going to go. I really really ( Read more... )

In which Nathan continues to whine about composition, and shares some amusing things he's heard lately.
( Whine... )

Yeargh! The last two weeks have been a relentless battle against my computer, and, most pertinently, Finale, my indispensible and normally irreproachable music notation software. ( Click here to hear Nathan whine... )

[Curtain rises to reveal a cluttered stage. Amidst the clutter is a young man, who seems to act as though the clutter is his natural habitat. The young man is TacoTortoise, and clutter is in fact his natural habitat. He turns to face an imaginary audience, and speaks ( Read more... )