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I spent the weekend learning about fuel cells, nominally.
Fuel cells were okay. Football (on a stomach full of pizza) was good. Ultimate (subs) was better.
My roommate first struck me as an amusing asshole, then later as an interesting guy who could be an asshole if he wanted. Sometimes when I talk to someone for a while, I get an idea of what their life looks like, even the parts they haven't told me about. We talked a lot, and I knew that he was deeply different from me -- and yet, not so different that I couldn't understand. He gave me some advice that I count as valuable, because it's not advice I'd have gotten from anyone around me.
Talking to him was like looking at a familiar object from a slightly altered perspective -- not so altered that I couldn't recognize it, but altered enough to bring out details not visible with either view alone. Binocular depth perception sort of thing, I guess.
The whole program ("Fuel Cell Engineering") was run by that Duke TIP, by the devices of which I took the SAT way back in 7th grade. Guess they've been keeping tabs on me since. Began Saturday morning, ended late Sunday afternoon. More tiresome than intense, I think.
Anyway, school today wasn't much more than dull, but walking with Hannah afterward washed my memory of today with beautiful colors. So much sunshine and blue sky, so many frustrating pedestrians.
I'm sleepy now and my essay's still not done.
I slept this morning, right up until the alarm. If only I could keep doing that... well, we'll see.
posted on Monday, March 29, 2004
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Tired, blurry days, these are. Fast-forward through most of the time, slow-mo for a few grand seconds or minutes.
posted on Wednesday, March 24, 2004
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Finally done with my research paper, at least to the point that I don't feel wholly foolish turning it in. It's not as long as it should be, but if I can write seven pages in three days, I can probably get another few pages done in the next few weeks.
This is a fairly pathetic entry. You'd think I'd have something to say, infrequently as I post these days. But I've spent far too many hours tonight, last, and the previous saying all the things I have to say, and then some -- in Microsoft Word, and most of it was about spacecraft or Soviets or Kennedy or the moon.
Tomorrow -- glorious freedom! Hell, that can begin now... I'm going to bed.
posted on Tuesday, March 16, 2004
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So the sun's going down, and there's one big round cloud above the horizon, hogging the attention of all who're watching as it changes color in that sunset way and starts to glow around the edges. And I sit and catch up on my Latin -- translating Catullus. Sometimes he makes me laugh out loud, sometimes he just confuses me, either because he's breaking the rules or because I don't know them well enough. But he's dead, and he's been that way for thousands of years, and if nothing else, it makes me comfortable calling his work timeless.
Translate Catullus, listen to good music, glance out at the sunset now and then, and wonder when I'll talk to her next. I don't have the answers to anything.
posted on Monday, March 08, 2004
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