My bike was stolen today. I don't understand what is wrong with people. Why steal a bike? I'm sure whoever stole it didn't really need it. I hope guilt plagues him or her for the rest of his or her life. Anyway, things are generally ok, if you discount my incredible annoyance at everything right now. Mizmor Shir is doing its first gig this saturday ( Read more... )

I complain too much.

Sorry.

It has finally occurred to me that I am back at school, as last Thursday I didn't really go to sleep; I was up all night working on a quantum mechanics problem set. And the night before, I only got 4 hours of sleep becasue I was busy doing a math problem set and grading problem sets for a different physics class, that I was already a day late ( Read more... )

Or rather, in it. Today I spent 11 hours in a "Magic the Gathering" tournament. Yeah, you remember that card game we all played back in middle school, the one with Vesuvian Dopplegangers and Black Lotusae. Well, it still exists, and actually is pretty fun. While the less nerdy of us continue to poke fun at those who find these kinds of things ( Read more... )

I don't understand physics. I just don't. And this isn't even quantum mechanics. There are no deep and unresolved philosophical implications to my work. I have to design some circuits. And they won't design themselves. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!! Who ever wanted a power supply without a ripple anyway?!?

This is me getting out of the shower : ).


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I would like everyone to know that my roommates are assaulting me with my own coinage. When they are not hurling themselves on to their beds. Just thought you should know.

These past few days were the Jewish Holiday Rosh Hashanna. Continuing in the vain of my recent turn towards more conservative judaism, i was unable to use my computer. Or do my homework. Or talk on the phone. My days pretty much consisted of sleep, eat, pray, spinning in endless cycles. A funny thing happened yesterday morning (the last morning of ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here, preparing to study complex analysis, remembering Lolita. Light of my life, fire of my loins. Nabokov was a genius. And he taught at Harvard : ). How does one convey the entirety of one's emotional state via a text editor? If someone figures it out, let me know. Two of my roommates are orthodox jews. I just thought I would mention ( Read more... )