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My old montreal roomate has offered to send me a pencil case (of awesomeness). Yeah, that's right, they are made entirely of zippers.

Which one should I choose?


ahh, the problems that make life so completely unbearable.

psuedo

I am pretty anti-psuedo science, but I remember being pretty excited by the idea that at one point humans were connected in some fantastical way. When I was younger, my mother swore that whenever she would start to get really worried about me I would contact her somehow.

Anyway, while I was reading about the Global Orgasm project (oh yeah!), I started to explore the way they plan on measuring whether there is a change in global consciousness.

I was surprised to find that the measurements were to be done by a group at Princeton and even more surprised when I looked at some of the data.

I have not explored the site extensively, but I believe the basic idea is that they have placed Random event generators around the world, which should, measured over an average of events, give the same value (like 200 coin tosses should really give 100 heads and 100 tails). Deviations from the norm are looked for an correlated with world events, the idea being that major world events would increase global consciousness and effect, somehow, randomness.

Okay. whatever. but then I saw the graph of data from the week around sept 11.

The y-axis shows the odds against the deviations from norm with each 0 being the start of a day (so from sept 6 - 13th).

That is pretty fucked up. A good question was brought up regarding increased electromagnetic (i.e. due to increased use of internet, cell phones, etc.) but they say that they have corrected for this.

Anyway, interesting to look into. Global consciousness potentially affecting randomness.

oh, global orgasm day is Dec 22nd. Y'all ready?

alive

and going to pender!!!

although Rob won't be there, so with whom will I fight. Tippi? Seems unlikely. He whines like a little girl.

Yeah, that's right Tippi ... like a little girl.

Went on the chemistry pub crawl (for cheap because the shirts were ones I helped design. Slogan: "Nothing's Forbidden in an Excited State.") Not unexpectedly, I spent most of the night not at the pub crawl, but rather talking to friends from exotic places ... like locked in Market Square and under the bridge.

While there, I drunkenly agreed with Vanessa to have a psuedo-pot luck. A bunch of people came, but hardly anyone brought food, but it didn't matter because I made samosas (sp?) and they were amazingly tasty. True, ashley guided me through it the first time, but, last night, I made dinner for a friend and I and made them all by myself!! and they were good. And I made a sweet chili dip, with brown sugar, which was also good. And Gomae (spinach and sesame seed sauce). And the other person made stir fry. And we finished the apple crumble (delicious apple crumble) that vanessa made. It was a 4 course meal. I had to put on my suit. We tried to go to the Fernwood Inn (which is the upscale replacement of the George and Dragon) but it was far too yuppy-ish so we just bought beer and listened patiently to crazy people.

Tippi found a salt-water public pool in Esquimalt which was awesome. I am glad that weekly pool sessions are back.

done

Well, at 11:56 pm (it was due by 11:59pm), I submitted my first (and only Canadian) law school application.

It feels ... hectic.

Anyway, now we wait and see how I fare. I should start to submit my US law school applications soon. This is going to be an expensive season. I am going to be very poor for a long time. I guess I will spend about $1000 on applications in total. That is actually not all that bad. Especially since, if I do decide definitely to go to law school, I can drop most of my classes next semester. I will practically be saving money.

But medical school. How you taunt me. Why must you look so appetizing?

Anyway, what have I done in the past few days? Well ...

This weekend I attempted to make it to Azim's halloween party. Went to kerria's house where her, John Bean, Pamela and I drank until far too late and then attempted to run to the bus. We made the last one (although Pam and John disappeared at some point), only to have angry teenage girls cause the bus to stop. Apparently transit and assault do not good bedfellows make.

So, unable to take transit to Azim's and unwilling to pay for a taxi, we tried to climb Science World. Well, I tried to climb Science World. I was unsuccessful. Kerria was able to climb a slide (I was again unsuccessful) so I guess she wins some sort of prize. But I was more ambitious! that has to count for something.

Back to Victoria on Saturday for a quiet night which was interrupted by Tippi and parties. 4 of them. I just wanted to sleep. I didn't even have a costume, but apparently I can put on a safari suit and an early 80's hat and go as ... something. We ended up at a party at the house of the front man for 54:40, where I met with his wife who may have been very friendly or extremely concerned about the sledge hammer that had become part of my costume. The funny part was that, while I was explaining that it was a joke, I only narrowly avoided knocking down a number of plates that were hanging on the wall. Luke from IM was there, and we got to chat, which was very nice. I like Luke. This is what I looked like:



Sunday, I did nothing ... I think. Yeah, nothing.

Monday we went to the haunted house. 2 hours of entertaining line up for 5 minutes of haunted house, haunted by undoubtedly tired ghouls, including a Volcom weaing zombie who, because she was finished for the evening (we were essentially the last group) followed us around the house. The best part: the spinning hallway. A vampire had to repeatedly ask me to leave. It was too much fun falling over when you knew there was no reason. Take that body ... think you are so smart.

Midterm this morning and then law school apps. Now, I am drinking wine, worrying about money and contemplating Cranium. I should probably continue working on apps. Once they are done, I never have to think about them again, and that would be a distinct pleasure.