Trying to buy a lighter weight gi but everything is unisex cut and I am, according to the height by weight chart, in between sizes. My female classmate says that it fits well if you're slender hipped...but what does that even mean? I'm trying to google what waist to hip ratio would qualify as slender hipped but I keep getting these things about healthy weight, the importance thereof, and how to flatter slender hips which is supremely unhelpful. I tend to get pants one size up from the tops in anything that comes as a set, but this is not an option here...so I guess I'll buy everything one size bigger and wash the top in really hot water or something, because that's the benefit of buying things that are 100% cotton.
Labcoats, gis, nerdy t-shirts...everything's unisex cut and I'm nearly always in between sizes. Why is this?
On the other hand I remembered to finally print out the forms to register to vote! (Yeeeeaaaaah democracy.)
20120831
20120826
20120812
I need to get that paper out stat
I woke up this morning and realized that 5 years will be the longest I've ever spent at one school, ever, and even at 4 years that's ties for being the longest at one school thus far, given that if I define the last day that I spent at the school as the Last Day the breakdown of my childhood is:
3-4
4-5
6-9*
9-10
10-10
11*
12-13*
14-17*
18-20*
21-now*
This is....strangely frightening.
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*Note: I'm counting my age as of the Last Day, and since my birthday's in the summer, the asteriks marks all the schools where I entered in the beginning of the school year, like everyone else, as opposed to being dropped in the middle. I guess what they say about people settling down / getting more stable as they get older is true. For some variation of it.
3-4
4-5
6-9*
9-10
10-10
11*
12-13*
14-17*
18-20*
21-now*
This is....strangely frightening.
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*Note: I'm counting my age as of the Last Day, and since my birthday's in the summer, the asteriks marks all the schools where I entered in the beginning of the school year, like everyone else, as opposed to being dropped in the middle. I guess what they say about people settling down / getting more stable as they get older is true. For some variation of it.
20120811
I can math, REALLY
Moment of Stupid today:
Classmate asked me how old I was and I literally could not remember -- tried to calculate it in my head (for some reason kept thinking I was older than I am), which unfortunately happened in the middle my attempt to do put his wrist in a lock-hold and thus the spectacular failure of both the math and the lock-hold. Apparently I can't access both the math portion and the muscle memory portion of my brain at the same time. Or maybe I can but I just need to wait for the other bit to become actual muscle memory (intrinsic instead of extrinsic knowledge). In either case there was a moment where there was someone else's hand right in my face and I literally stood there because I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do with it.
...and then we both burst out laughing because it was really ridiculous.
In other news there was a spontaneous lecture on the difference between research in neurdevelopment and neurodegeneration today, by yours truly, because a classmate showed interest, so score one for the fandot.
Classmate asked me how old I was and I literally could not remember -- tried to calculate it in my head (for some reason kept thinking I was older than I am), which unfortunately happened in the middle my attempt to do put his wrist in a lock-hold and thus the spectacular failure of both the math and the lock-hold. Apparently I can't access both the math portion and the muscle memory portion of my brain at the same time. Or maybe I can but I just need to wait for the other bit to become actual muscle memory (intrinsic instead of extrinsic knowledge). In either case there was a moment where there was someone else's hand right in my face and I literally stood there because I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do with it.
...and then we both burst out laughing because it was really ridiculous.
In other news there was a spontaneous lecture on the difference between research in neurdevelopment and neurodegeneration today, by yours truly, because a classmate showed interest, so score one for the fandot.
20120810
Sometimes there is no explanation
A while ago I mentioned that I was going to write a post about bullying and the time feels about right tonight.
Bullying is one of those things that is shared across cultures and according to news media people use to consider it to be a rite of passage of sorts until the more recent years, where the string of suicides had made people realize that maaaaaaybe we should find safer rites of passage.
For a while I was considering whether or not to write about it because, let's face it, most of the people I know who reads this share similar political and philosophical views with me, and anything I say will be preaching to the choir. Then I realized that maybe I should talk about it because my friends are at the stage where they are getting married and having children, the oldest child is around two, and the concept of bullying and discrimination is something that is taught, if not by parents, then by society and media, in which case a passing explanation that Bullying is Bad is not enough to combat it. People have noticed an active role in parental teachings, not just in what is right and wrong, but what are the correct actions, or what should be done, does make immense difference in how children treat others in school. That takes extra time. That takes extra effort. Both of which are hard to give for an abstract problem. By which I mean yes, there are starving children in the world, but it's abstract -- how many of us lose sleep over it. So I wanted to make it more personal, because it is personal for me, so I hope the people close to me, at least, could see why it's a big deal and can hopefully make the extra effort. And then I felt all my preaching is getting...not so much condescending as well...as someone who doesn't plan to procreate, how much right do I have to lecture others on how to deal with their toddlers? Which led to me second guessing how much of the delay (because this post has been years in coming but I just wasn't ready to talk about it until more recently) is just me being cowardly...which led to more second guessing...which led me to conclude that, okay, I'm just going to write this, and people can make of it what they will.
So let me use many many words to tell you why the phrase "bullying builds character" has always bothered me, since I learned enough English to understand it....
Bullying is one of those things that is shared across cultures and according to news media people use to consider it to be a rite of passage of sorts until the more recent years, where the string of suicides had made people realize that maaaaaaybe we should find safer rites of passage.
For a while I was considering whether or not to write about it because, let's face it, most of the people I know who reads this share similar political and philosophical views with me, and anything I say will be preaching to the choir. Then I realized that maybe I should talk about it because my friends are at the stage where they are getting married and having children, the oldest child is around two, and the concept of bullying and discrimination is something that is taught, if not by parents, then by society and media, in which case a passing explanation that Bullying is Bad is not enough to combat it. People have noticed an active role in parental teachings, not just in what is right and wrong, but what are the correct actions, or what should be done, does make immense difference in how children treat others in school. That takes extra time. That takes extra effort. Both of which are hard to give for an abstract problem. By which I mean yes, there are starving children in the world, but it's abstract -- how many of us lose sleep over it. So I wanted to make it more personal, because it is personal for me, so I hope the people close to me, at least, could see why it's a big deal and can hopefully make the extra effort. And then I felt all my preaching is getting...not so much condescending as well...as someone who doesn't plan to procreate, how much right do I have to lecture others on how to deal with their toddlers? Which led to me second guessing how much of the delay (because this post has been years in coming but I just wasn't ready to talk about it until more recently) is just me being cowardly...which led to more second guessing...which led me to conclude that, okay, I'm just going to write this, and people can make of it what they will.
So let me use many many words to tell you why the phrase "bullying builds character" has always bothered me, since I learned enough English to understand it....
20120806
20120805
I wonder if I can print this out as a flyer...
7 things extroverts should know about their introvert friends. Courtesy of tumblr.
I'm going to take a moment and be deeply, immensely grateful for the invention of emails, IM, and text messaging. And the internet in general. I mean I would be, incredible as it may seem, even more of a loner if it weren't for our technology since, unless I implied / promised that I would call someone, it takes nothing less than family emergency and me nearing a potential melt down for me to even call a close friend.
My thesis adviser doesn't get it. He's all "Oh you have trouble reaching so-and-so? Call them" while in my head my first reaction will always be "ASDF!@#% NNOOOOooooooooooooooo."
So: thank you, text-based information networks.
I'm going to take a moment and be deeply, immensely grateful for the invention of emails, IM, and text messaging. And the internet in general. I mean I would be, incredible as it may seem, even more of a loner if it weren't for our technology since, unless I implied / promised that I would call someone, it takes nothing less than family emergency and me nearing a potential melt down for me to even call a close friend.
My thesis adviser doesn't get it. He's all "Oh you have trouble reaching so-and-so? Call them" while in my head my first reaction will always be "ASDF!@#% NNOOOOooooooooooooooo."
So: thank you, text-based information networks.
My day began with tea, oreos, and blueberries.
I am baking a chocolate cake.
The lone professor has finally (!) signed the paperworks.
I don't even have to go to lab today.
I am going to sit around and doodle things in my sketchbook until the cake is done. And then I will have cake. And I will eat it too.
...can I declare this my birthday weekend instead?
I am baking a chocolate cake.
The lone professor has finally (!) signed the paperworks.
I don't even have to go to lab today.
I am going to sit around and doodle things in my sketchbook until the cake is done. And then I will have cake. And I will eat it too.
...can I declare this my birthday weekend instead?
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