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Biking back to the dorm, somehow a few lines from a song I heard a long time ago snuck into my head. "But in the light of the evening, sidewalks are teeming with the sound of the vendors, runners, I can't sleep-ers..." The miracle of the internet provided me with the rest of the lyrics and an mp3 clip based just on that snippet, which I share 'cause it's a truly gorgeous song.

Beth Amsel -- "Saint Mark" (mp3)

Acoustic and bittersweet and probably not at all like what you think my taste in music runs to. :p I do believe that I bought the CD it's on, long long ago at a coffeehouse performance with my family at home -- I wonder if I can find it? I really want to hear the ending again...

Damn guys, the high-pitched teenager-repellents won't work on me anymore!

You are about 20 years old

The teen repellent will no longer foil you, but you can still hear some pretty high tones.

The highest pitched ultrasonic mosquito ringtone that I can hear is 16.7kHz

Find out which ultrasonic ringtones you can hear!

(I can kind of hear about two up from there, but not well enough to convince myself it's not all in my head.)

The *real* interesting game to play with this set of sounds, of course, is playing more than one similarly-pitched tone at a time and listening to the tone that their interference creates. (There are a bunch in easy hearing range here. If you are super-badass, you can tune your guitar using this phenomenon...)

Is this week over yet?

No?

*hides under blankets*

(This is of course entirely my own fault for procrastinating.)

Performances in 21M.340 (jazz) class today: awesome. I have nothing but respect for the three gentlemen who played sax for us for two and a half hours straight (and the two guys from the class who did piano and "bass" on the piano), and everything sounds so different with the correct instrumentation. Different and ... legitimate. Or something. Further convincing me that I want to learn to play saxophone, once I graduate and start work and get settled and can afford it. :p

And now to write that UAP proposal and learn the bit for choir alto solo auditions. (Totally not going to get it, because I've looked at the list of people auditioning and there are several better than me. But hey, lots of the sopranos audition even though J is amazing, and the tenors in spite of S being amazing -- it'll be a growing experience.)

So, with my boy just having more or less dumped me for EPFL... this morning at church I happened to be talking to the mother of an acquaintance from way back, who offered/threatened to set me up with her Swiss-born nephew, who is currently at MIT after (I am fairly certain) doing undergrad at EPFL.

(Also, in unrelated news, much as I resent missing that hour of sleep last night, I gotta say it's worth it for the extra hour of sunlight at the end of the day when I'm actually conscious to see it.)

Current Mood: circular

Only one exam this semester! And it's on Monday afternoon of exam week, which is perfect -- I have the weekend to recover from the slew of final projects I'll have instead and to study for the exam, and then I'm totally free for the rest of exam week. Whee!

Recent grown-up discoveries that I really hate accepting.

1. Sometimes, people change, and you have to let them go. Sometimes, people aren't who you thought they were, and you have to let them go. And that's okay.

2. Sometimes, no matter how right you're sure you are, you can't change other people's minds, and you have to let that go. And that's okay too.

As usual, time to get back to breathing.

In other news, after how much I worried about writing my grandma recently, no reaction whatsoever. She's written again and it's all the same as ever -- enough that I wonder if she got mine, or read it, or cared. :/

In other other news, I am finally all out of Desperate Housewives episodes and can now go back to leading a semi-productive life. (With emphasis on the semi, i suppose.)

"A lot of the good chocolate is Swiss... or German... or... God I want chocolate." --

wumbology

I can has Heroes? NO. (till fall)

Looks like I have a six day weekend next weekend. I kind of want to go somewhere. Where should it be?

(I don't drive, so it's gotta be a city.)

Current Mood: contemplative

the line between "considerate" and "passive-aggressive" should be pretty self-evident, shouldn't it?

Current Mood: irrational

Done with the IAP job and it, uh, turns out that now I have two offers to consider for what I'm going to be up to come graduation. It seems like very much the {security, money, benefits} vs {interesting project, excitement, big-fish-in-small-pond} choice, and I'm not really sure what I'm going to do. (Besides, you know, try to wrangle more time to make up my mind.)

Now off to Haymarket to buy fruit to make pie in celebration of having some free time...

Current Mood: contemplative

Maple Syrup Pie: good idea, or awesome idea? Discuss.

( No, I'm not making this up. )

Current Mood: hungry
Current Location: work

I must've left work at exactly the right moment tonight, because on my walk from the Kendall T stop to my dorm, something about the clean white of the snow making lace out of the bare trees with the oranges and pinks and reds of the sky remembering the sunset above the river and the Dome made the concrete of campus look warm, almost glowing. (pregnant with ideas?)

Of course by the time I hit the door of the dorm the sky receded to winter-evening blues and violets. Which really wasn't bad either.

Current Mood: pleased

... that I am either far too nice or too much of a sucker to go place a couple strategic 7am blood-curdling screams in order to parallel the drunken 2am shrieks and revelry occurring directly outside my door when I wanted to be asleep. *sigh* Tempting thought though. Also, boy am I getting old and bitter.

Off to work, crankily.

Current Mood: awake

Imagine you have been hired to wrestle grizzly bears. You're cool by that, because you've wrestled polar bears before and it's about the same thing. You in fact practically have a degree in bear wrestling. So you show up to work and spend your first day figuring out the differences between the white fur and the brown fur and start getting some basic bears wrestled.

Then you come in on day 2 (which is very much a Monday) to be informed that from now on you will be wrestling tigers instead. And all you've heard from many wise wrestlers is that tigers have very, very sharp claws. And your boss says, not visibly joking, "That looks pretty straightforward, right?"

*headdesk*

Current Mood: nervous

I spent mine in New York, in happy awe at the lights and the organized chaos.

I was gonna answer a new year's meme or two, but mostly I don't like the questions or the answers, and I don't have any resolutions from last year to reflect on and I'm not planning on making any resolutions this year (mine generally end up unmeasurable or unachieved or both). But I think I'm going to want to have something to look back on a year from now, so instead, here's the grand summary:

( This year... )

And with that, I think I better stop staring at the computer screen, given how much of that I'm going to be doing over the next couple weeks...

One exam down, two to go.

I spent a distressing amount of exam time today trying to figure out how to reduce CLIQUE to SAT. (Which, uh, won't mean anything to you unless you're a CS person.) Upon leaving, it occurred to me that maybe the reason I was having issues is because it's only pretty and easy going the other direction (maybe, I'm not sure). I'll have to borrow someone's CLRS and find out.

And on our way out of the exam, the TAs gave us Hershey Kisses. The little tags sticking out of the top read "FEEL BETTER". ><

( Probably the only almost-poem you're going to see that's kind of about this. )

Current Mood: pensive

SOS. Send help. And chocolate. (It'll all be okay by the end of Friday, but till then yecccccch.)

Current Mood: whiny

Things that I am irrationally amused by: listening to people write on my door. Even (possibly especially) when I know exactly what they're writing. (What? I said it was irrational.)

Stayed up late last night writing an essay -- got to class, prof said "Didn't I tell you guys that wasn't due until Thursday?" (He didn't.) Turned it in anyways, 'cause good enough.

Need to figure out entire UAT project before Friday. Oh god.

Have hilarious story about coat karma which is probably only hilarious to me or in person or both.

Must buy xmas presents! And end of term approaching! It's kind of crazy how fast this semester went.

Finally, today underclassmen from my hall re-enacted (word for word) a flamewar from my freshman year. It was like the email equivalent of Revolutionary War re-enactments. Reading it was simultaneously cathartic and the best satire ever -- totally makes me love my hall again.

Also, evidently I am a time ninja. (Much to my surprise.)

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