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This autumn's lesson is that the last possible warm spell will be followed within weeks by yet another warm spell. I don't really mind -- I hate the cold. It makes me so jittery with shivering that I begin to seize up like an iguana, or like a German tank on the Eastern front.
Today was fun. After classes I went up to Franklin and poked around in the closet-sized CD shop on Rosemary, finding some awesome bargains, and then I impulsively entered an elevator in the building which contains a bank, Goldie's Grill, a bunch of auxiliary UNC offices, and god knows what else -- dentists, probably. I pushed the largest number on the elevator panel, got out, climbed some stairs, and found myself outside a large mechanical/electrical room, which was buzzing and humming with power, clanking deafeningly, rattling occasionally, and completely deserted, with the door hanging invitingly open.
I explored a bit and found a heavy, forbidding door with a brightly colored sign saying something like, "Warning: Area beyond this door contains unsafe levels of electromagnetic radiation." There were several other doors with more mundane, but equally intimidating warnings. The whole thing seemed like a damned videogame. On my way out, I took the liberty of writing and posting a friendly notice to the effect that whoever left the stairwell door open was probably an idiot.
And then I came back to my dorm and didn't do any work whatsoever. Like I said, fun day.
posted on Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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Linguistics is toying cruelly with my emotions. Everything up 'til syntax was great, but after acquiring a vast repertoire of failed syntactical systems, I've begun to suspect that aspiring syntax specialists don't so much burn out as undergo spontaneous combustion. But now we're on semantics, and things are once again peachy. Phonetics will probably hurl me back into the pits of despair. So it goes.
I'm thinking that I aced yesterday's CS (programming, not tear-gas) test. Unfortunately, I probably won't see it again for at least three weeks, if previous gradings are fit sources for extrapolation.
posted on Friday, October 13, 2006
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Negotiating UNC's Brownian crowds of pedestrians while bicycle-mounted is an inherently deceleration-intensive endeavor, and so it's hardly surprising that the rubber has been entirely eroded from my rear brake-pads, leaving the brake/wheel interface as two smooth plastic surfaces with nary a coefficient of kinetic friction between them. For now I'm using the front brakes as a stop-gap measure, but eventually I'll need to locate Franklin Street's cycle shop.
I heart my bicycle this much. It transforms and amplifies my body's abilities, but remains inert without my kinetic input, and that's really cool for some reason.
Life is interesting, and possibly about to become pleasantly complicated. However, instead of writing about it just now, I'm going to go to bed, as I should have done hours ago.
posted on Sunday, October 01, 2006
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