November 14, 2005

hollywood stars

i noticed something about living in la today walking back from campus late. living here, you come to expect to not be able to see the stars at night, so you stop looking up. there was one spot of light that shone clear and bright well above the horizon that caught my eye. far brighter than a normal star or even a planet, so perhaps it was something man-made. a satellite, most likely, beaming brightly the the middle of some strange constellation to faint to make out. so i stopped a moment and squinted at the other points of light in the sky, which slowly resolved themselves in front of my eyes. and the more i looked, the more i could make out, across the entire sky. many more then i ever expected to see. hell, living where i did freshman year, the entire sky was taken up by a sickly green haze of light, bounced off the tennis courts. the night sky from home isn't terribly distinct, either, but in certain neighborhoods nearby you can see an abundance of stars in a pitch sky. it's even better out in the hills. getting a little taste of the natural world, paltry as it was, i now want badly to go out into green space. maybe enjoy the pacific coast highway, get out of the city. it's a bit tough without a car, though. but it would be really neat. oh well.

November 06, 2005

my name is a killing word

oh my god. dune is on tv right now and i can't go to bed. i can't. stargateis on the channel just below, so during commercials i get to switch to other sci-fi staple. though, seriously, it doesn't hold a candle to the 4-hour glory that is dune. there are the scenes that are in the tv movie version of dune that are missing from the dvd movie version and they're some of the best scenes in the damn thing! like every scene with shadout mapes. what's that about? and the supercool fremin fight. i already own the movies, but i'm completely desperate for the extended version to become available. anyone trying to think of a birthday present for me, think no farther! yee-hee-hee! kat only watched a little bit with me because she has work, which is sort of depressing, because i so love getting to watch this with others, but i never get to see it all. but before she left she made a brilliant comment.

Mentat Piter (to Jessica): Desire for you clouds my judgment. That is not good; it is bad.
Katherine: I'm a math geek and I'm not getting any!

sadaf, who hasn't even seen star wars wishes to learn the ways of teh sci-fi geek. i think she would benefit greatly from sitting in on one of our conversations. we can sometimes hear the guys across the hall having conversations, or mostly yell at football. we yell at sci-fi. "oh my god! it's wormtongue!!" "i can totally see it!" this movie is great for the famous cameos. we have "al" from quantum leap, and captain picard, and "trey" from sex and the city, of course, "wormtongue" from lord of the rings and the dr. from alien:resurrection, and sting. sting! it's a veritable buffet of references. but i will introduce sadaf to star wars first. it only seems fitting. and shit, it's shorter. i think next weekend, i get to introduce her to proper dorkdom. she's already a programmer, this must be done. anyone interested in helping is welcome to join.

i'm going to continue to watch now and try to think up drinking games based on the movie. it would be too easy to do an "every time they say 'spice'" thing - wouldn't last halfway into the movie, and the thing is damn long. maybe every time they say "thumper." every time baron harkkonen makes you queasy. any time someone mentions "the prophesy." hmm, damn, this is actually really easy.

November 02, 2005

don't forget to dance

today, rather than study for my evolution midterm, i'm going to give you, the audience, a crash course in natural selection.

now, there are 3 conditions necessary for natural selection to exist. let us explore them.

1) there must be variation in a population. let us perform a scientific observation to demonstrate this fact. go outside. do not turn on the tv. (tv people are a special sub-species homo sapien coificus and are grossly inbred. needless to say, variation has been reduced in that population.) go outside. see the pretty people? see the ugly people? see the asians? see the jews? that is variation, baby. let us put a big check next to that box.

2) this variation must be, at least in part, heritable. find a photograph of your folks. stare at it for a while. then start yelling at the picture, "i am not like you, daddy! i will never be like you! i am my own person! i am an adult with my own mind to make up about things and i will not marry my mother i will not turn into you, daddy, i will not be like you!!" and sob for a bit. then realize you are exactly like you parents, and pour yourself a big scotch. QED.

3) this variation must confer variable success at survival or reproduction. go to a middle school dance. stand in a corner and watch the kiddies for a bit. maybe request a slow song or two. that should give you a pretty clear picture of things.

that is how natural selection works. the things that make us different also make us better or worse than one another, in pretty much the same way our parents were better or worse than other people. the best people will get all the tail. and possibly go on to become television personalities.


You look out of your window,
Into the night.
Could be rain, could be snow,
But it can't feel as cold as what you're feeling inside.

And all of you friends are either married, vanished,
Or just left alone.
But that's no reason to just stop living.
That's no excuse to just give in to a sad and lonely heart.

Don't forget to dance, no, no, no,
Don't forget to smile.
Don't forget to dance, no, no, no,
Forget it for a while.


November 01, 2005

improbable joy

i have an important midterm bright and early tomorrow morning, i just finished going through all the info for the first time, and it is 3 am. yet i am happy. here's why:

i created a giant poster-sized printout of an excel document with all the relevant data on 3 classes of blood parasite and it's beautiful. and it's hanging above my bed.

i got a new bed the other day. now i have a bed. i no longer sleep quite so near ground leveland i can tuck my sheets nicely in.

i got to justifiably cuss at people. it was past midnight, i was in the lobby of my apartment building waiting for the elevator. button was lit, no elevator. push button repeatedly in ire. wait. no elevator. wait. then i start to hear voices drifting down through the elevator shaft. a couple is arguing. the might be holding up the elevator, i think. but no, who's that stupid? i wait. ire. voices continue. i kick the elevator door a little to relieve frustration. impatient ire. i consider going on a search of the stairs that i know have to be somewhere in the building. finally, i yell, "stop arguing in the fucking elevator and send it down!" i half think that they're not even in the elevator and i'm just yelling at doors. there is silence. pause. elevator noises. guy steps out of elevator, glances at me and rushes out of the building. i get to go up to my apartment feeling all self-righteous. hah!

i am listening to what, with my horrid language skills, i can only assume is a direct translation of that aqua song "barbie girl" into dutch...or german. it is the most spectacular thing i ever makes me wanna hug a guy in leiderhosen and maybe give him a stuffed pony or a shiny apple for a present.

am happy, so i say, "choose life!"

(that's not so much a pollitical statement, as an endorsement of george michael. pretty sure)