Last weekend I was making soup and I cut my thumb with a knife. The cut is just starting to heal, and I can see the skin that is filling in the space between where the cut was and the skin surrounding it. Where the cut was, I can see that the new skin has my fingerprint on it. Isn't that weird? Even though I cut my thumb, the "replacement" skin has ( Read more... )

I'm going to play some music I got acquainted with during college and look back on things ( Read more... )

It's almost March, and I'm getting there. Getting toward the end of the semester, getting toward the end of my second year project, getting toward feeling better ( Read more... )

Well, the time has come to start another semester. It's only my 12th semester of college. Not too many, really. By the end of this semester, I will have spent 6 years in college. About 6 years ago I got my driver's license. Think about how long ago that was. Crazy ( Read more... )

Well, I thought a break might help, but not so much. I tried analyzing some data today, and I found it just as frustrating as I did before break. Bummer. Major Bummer ( Read more... )

It's been a little while since I've updated. And because I don't seem to update more often about more minute things that occur, I suppose I'll update on a whole bunch of things at once, none of which will have the detail they deserve ( Read more... )

It's been a little while, and I suppose I'm due for an update. This last weekend Amy and I celebrated our 4 year anniversary. We went out to dinner on Friday night then spent the entire day together on Saturday. We made breakfast, went to the zoo, went for a walk, went to the mall, watched a movie together, then went to a program at Canisius. It ( Read more... )

I've been thinking lately. I'm in a very intensive research program that's full of lots of work on lots of the same kinds of things. I remember when I left Albion, I was a guy full of varied experiences--from athletic, to creative, to analytical, to social, to empirical, to philosophical, and so on ( Read more... )

Grrr, I hate to make my journal just a place for bitching, but I feel the need to write a bit about things as of late ( Read more... )

It's funny. In some ways this seems like the worst time of my life, and in some ways it seems like the best time of my life. I'm in between a rock and an awesome place ( Read more... )