Well this looks entertaining.
GOD NO NOT WEST VIRGINIA!
West Virginia bugs me, man. That shape. UGH.
*Looks at neuroticism ranking* Oh yeah, well okay, then. I guess I am a West Virginia.
Edit: If I change my answer on the last question by one number, I’m a New Mexico. Which isn’t too bad. It’s got that foot thingy on the bottom of it and it’s butt-buddies with Arizona.
(One of these days I need to do a blog about how I feel about the 50 states.)
Linear Algebra class has apparently turned into “let’s see how many stupid math puns we can come up with in a 50-minute time period.” Including figuring out the plot to a movie about null spaces.
And then I come home and do this nonsense:
(Yes, I know that’s the symbol for the empty set. It needed something, okay? In the epic movie we’re planning, the empty set saves the day anyway, so there.)
I think I have an idea for my NaNoWriMo endeavors this year now.
Look at these freaking caterpillars. They look like fluff parties. I want to roll in them.*
These are asp caterpillars (or puss caterpillars) and they grow up to look like these badass moths (flannel moths, they’re called):
(Pic from here)
And I found a video! Tell me this isn’t the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. It’s like a sentient cotton ball.
I love these. They’re Donald Trump in insect form.
*Not a good idea. Their soft-looking coats are actually a ton of spines full of skin-irritating venom.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
2. Fack (long story).
3. Professor Mahler (which is definitely not what I am, but I still kinda like it when my students call me that, haha).
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
THREE THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
3. Times New Roman.
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
2. THE FUTURE!
3. My own inadequacies.
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
2. Ostentatious clothes.
3. A(n) (un)healthy level of anxiety.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Doin’ It Right – Daft Punk
2. Chocolate – The 1975
3. Madness – Muse
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order)
1. I’m not a big Harry Potter fan.
2. I have a Twitter account.
3. I would move back to Tucson if I could.
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN’T DO:
2. Touch my toes.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Go walking in Vancouver.
2. Know what my plans are for the next year.
3. Blast my music really, really loudly.
THREE CAREERS [YOU'VE CONSIDERED]:
3. Anything that would get me down to Antarctica.
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION/HOLIDAY:
2. Vancouver, believe it or not.
THREE FUTURE POTENTIAL KIDS’ NAMES:
3. Bottomless Potamus.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Get a novel (or something) published.
2. Become a tenured professor somewhere and teach stats FULL TIME!
3. Go visit Leibniz’ archives in Hanover. IT IS A NEEEEED!
Here’s this glorious video that’s currently making the rounds:
I needed something to brighten my day. This was it.
(Don’t read the description until it’s over.)
So raise your hand if you knew that in 1963, MIT launched 480,000,000 copper needles into space with the purpose of creating an artificial ionosphere.
‘Cause I sure as hell didn’t.
Wiki: “At the height of the Cold War, all international communications were either sent through undersea cables or bounced off the natural ionosphere. The United States Military was concerned that the Soviets might cut those cables, forcing the unpredictable ionosphere to be the only means of communication with overseas forces.”
And the US Military is not the US Military unless they take DRASTIC MEASURES! So up went the millions of needles. Welcome to Project West Ford.
And what makes it even better is that THEY SCREWED IT UP THE FIRST TIME SO THEY HAD TO DO IT AGAIN. “After a failed first attempt launched on October 21, 1961 (the needles failed to disperse), the project was eventually successful with the May 9, 1963 launch.”
Worldwide criticism? Yup. “British radio astronomers, together with optical astronomers and the Royal Astronomical Society, protested this action. The Soviet newspaper Pravda also joined the protests under the headline “U.S.A. Dirties Space.”"
But some good did come of it: all the protesting eventually resulted in a provision about consultation in the 1967 Outer Space Treaty.
As of 2008, there were still clumps of needles out there. The needles occasionally re-enter, just as they have been since the start of the whole thing.
MY LIFE MAKES SENSE AGAIN.
*Spends an hour perusing all pages*
- Nothing conflicts with my teaching schedule! (I already knew that, but it’s good nonetheless.)
- I can pull off a Writing minor if I want to.
- ADVANCED CALCULUS I!!
- If I miraculously don’t botch things up, I can graduate in the spring.
- No History of Math. (I already knew that too, but it’s bad nonetheless.)
- To pull off said Writing minor, I have to take Beginning Poetry. *gags in iambic pentameter*
- Since I’m “off” by a semester (I took calc III over the summer), I have to take Advanced Calculus I via Engineering Outreach. That means that it’ll cost me about $800 for that single class.
- I don’t think I’ll be able to pull off one of my signature “all my classes are in one solid block and my week is symmetrical, look at all this sweet, sweet homework time” schedules.
I shouldn’t be surprised by this, of course, but it’s nice to finally put a name to it.
The aura I get before I have a migraine is called a scintillating scotoma, which is a super cool name for a super crappy experience. What happens is this (this is actually so accurate it’s scary):
Then it spreads to the periphery and then, for me, everything goes black for up to half an hour. However, from what I’ve (hastily) read (over the past few hours), the total blindness thing doesn’t seem to be very common.
That freaking flashing color thing, though…