*sigh* No new journal articles for me. THe only UCB library open after nine is Moffitt, for which one must attend Berkeley or have a visitor's pass to access. So I shall go another time, not at 8:30 at night, and get more pieces of paper ( Read more... )

I just had what may very well be the worst dream ever ( Read more... )

As I sit in class, I try to take it as a learning experience for if I am ever in front of a classroom again. The real world spoils you, you see. At work, you may be giving the most boring presentation in the world, but (unless it's a really big room) people will not be actively disrupting you. They may be sleeping, they may be doodling or ( Read more... )

I'm not certain if it's because I have my intellectual arrogance back. (I have a master's degree in chemistry, and you think that a stats class that has intermediate algebra as its prerequisite is going to phase me? Try again when I have to have calculus in order to understand the class.) Or maybe it's (to paraphrase Fried Green Tomatoes) ( Read more... )

I have learned how to purl. I am good enough at knitting to have my stiching show what using big needles is about. (I wanted to get 8 gauge needles. So I bought the big shiny metal ones that said "8." Unfortunately, that's 8 in metric, 11 in American. I have big honking needles.)

I feel accomplished.

And I want to make myself a halter top. ( Read more... )

I have a Bachelors of Science. I have a Masters of Science.

If I have to take a math assesment test to get into a basic stats course, I will be annoyed and amused.

And yes, I am planning on taking said diplomas with me to prove that I have the aforementioned degrees.

[Paraphrased from my interview with an Extremely Nice Professor at the UW yesterday ( Read more... )