tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51910092011-04-21T19:07:53.454-07:00Atypical Random ThoughtsThis is what you get when you let a budding engineer have his own say on the web.
Scary stuff...Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1081659549803707312004-04-10T21:59:00.000-07:002004-04-11T07:32:33.686-07:00The end of an era has come.
It is time to shed these training wheels Blogger has so excelently derived.
It is time to step up to the plate, to streach my abilities.
It is time for Movable Type.
This change requires a new server, and a new address. I would ask that you, my faithful reader, follow me in this new exciting endeavor with an old friend and idea.
My new name is Atypical Thoughts, Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1081095005223132202004-04-04T09:10:00.000-07:002004-04-04T09:13:42.670-07:00Stupid tests...
I would be posting more, but I have three tests in the next few days, and I figure at least two of them are important enough to study for. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1080671784678616982004-03-30T10:36:00.000-08:002004-03-30T10:39:55.233-08:00In writing my last post, I didn’t fully understand the implications of what would happen when all the parts became one unified whole.
For a brief second, for the first time in my life, this very thing happened. Where my Emotional state, the very being of my soul correlated perfectly with my auditory senses. Style, Quality, Tempo, and Volume all came together to dance with my emotions for one Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1080153659385725322004-03-24T10:40:00.000-08:002004-03-24T10:45:47.076-08:00I am beginning to realize just how important music is to my life. I have known for a long time that I love music, but the many ways and the depth of that special connection has just recently become apparent to me. Having music playing in the background isn’t just having ‘some noise’ on to keep the room from getting deathly quiet.
STYLE
There are many, many emotions and moods (from now on Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1079501697414404472004-03-16T21:34:00.000-08:002004-03-16T21:38:10.250-08:00I have an apple core and a knife sitting on my desk. The knife was not used to cut up the apple; it is just there because it is not in my pocket. Now that my keyboard is getting sticky from the apple juices on my fingers, I shall continue typing…
I used to write a lot. I still do, but not in the same capacity. Lately (like the past several months) I have been writing to fulfill my commitment to Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1078799590186893722004-03-08T18:33:00.000-08:002004-03-08T18:36:12.326-08:00Sometimes when I sit at my desk I think about my past experiences. Lately, my thoughts have returned to a trip I took a few years ago with three of my friends to Panama to hike around the sleeping Volcano there. We spent about a week actually hiking around it, with a couple days travel each way and a couple days to just hang out in Panama once we finished the hike. In all we were gone about two Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1078253250825553812004-03-02T10:55:00.000-08:002004-03-02T10:55:55.310-08:00WOW, Cookysprinkles finaly has a Blog!
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-107704325885503812004-02-17T10:40:00.000-08:002004-02-17T10:43:33.903-08:00
create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide
I decided because everyone else is doing it, what the hell? I’ll put up my map of where I’ve been. I should be adding New Mexico and Arizona to the list in the next few months… Also note I don’t count places I have had a layover (otherwise Arizona would already be listed).
I’m also too lazy to make a map of Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1076719433206725602004-02-13T16:43:00.000-08:002004-02-13T16:46:23.233-08:00I used to write quite a bit of poetry, the vast majority of which has never been seen by anybody. I was looking through my folder of writings, and found this, and decided it has been long enough since I wrote it, it can be shared.
Note that this was not an actual occurrence, but I can’t remember the exact context in which I wrote it. Probably better that way.
Metal Skin
(written early summer, Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1076092030009587062004-02-06T10:27:00.000-08:002004-02-06T10:29:30.686-08:00When people graduate from college, things change. Obviously they change for the graduate, who now has to go get a job and begin paying back the debts he owes the school.
Things also change for those who don’t graduate. When a friend leaves, a hole is left, one that many times cannot be filled by anyone else. The more time spent together, the more defined the hole, and the harder for anyone else Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1074575524501814382004-01-19T21:12:00.000-08:002004-01-19T21:14:02.090-08:00I know it’s been quite a while since I last posted. I’ve been busy with all kinds of stuff.
I, along with three friends, spent about a week in the area of Seattle, WA and Portland, OR just after new years. One of those days we all went over to the Pacific coast to hang out and see if we could cause some trouble. The trouble part didn’t turn out to be very eventful, but it was still pretty cool. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1073088713669333182004-01-02T16:11:00.000-08:002004-01-02T16:13:28.610-08:00Wow, I have an incredibly dull life. New Year's eve, the time for crazy cool parties, friends, and lots of other stuff, was instead spent sitting at home watching episode 4 of the Star Wars hexilogy with my parents. Then, at that pivotal moment when all the clocks change from '03 to '04, I was sitting on the crapper. Yeah, yeah, too much information, I know, but that's the truth. So I started Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1072503670266980072003-12-30T20:06:00.000-08:002003-12-30T20:06:31.436-08:00I have been in Seattle for almost a week now, hanging out with the fam, and my new cuz, but decided it was getting a little stuffy, so decided to head out for a walk. Something strange always happens when I go for walks, and especially when I walk in a strange town. The people, places, and things are all different in these other towns.
I started down the street, and was immediately greeted by aMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1072471511597437652003-12-26T12:45:00.000-08:002003-12-26T12:46:36.793-08:00Well, I have several thoughts, but I don't have time to write about them now.
I am currently at my brothers house in Seattle doing the Family Christmas thing, and it's been pretty cool. I got to see my little Cuz for the first time a couple days ago (He's almost two months old now, and if I can figure out how to post pictures, I will put one up here).
Anyway, my real beef right now is gostats.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1071036359621360942003-12-15T16:38:00.000-08:002003-12-15T16:39:06.436-08:00This day is mine. It is unique.
Nobody in the world has one exactly like it.
It has the sum of all my past experiences and all of my future potential.
It belongs to me to do whatever I like. I can fill it with joyous moments or ruin it with fruitless worry.
If painful recollections of the past come into my mind, or frightening thoughts of the future, I will put them away. They cannot spoilMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1070756705245335292003-12-06T16:25:00.000-08:002003-12-06T16:26:04.450-08:00I like taking walks when it’s cold outside, and I can see my breath. There’s just something about it that is relaxing, especially in the midst of Hell Week. Some of the people you see, and things you experience can only be observed at night.
I was wandering around campus the other night, and decided to do a little exploring of the new buildings on campus. One of the buildings required climbing aMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1070586070046871212003-12-04T17:01:00.000-08:002003-12-04T17:02:07.013-08:00As the Dove falls from the sky, the Pigeon pecks at the worm. Steps echoing down the hall, death approaches the little child. A cancer patient succumbs to the slow death it has been cultivating. Trees bleed as they are cut down for fire. Grass is ripped in half by the lawnmower. Plastic melts under the heat of the sun. Snowmen melt from the rain. Snow reddens from the head of the fallen skier. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1069776661662038542003-11-25T08:11:00.000-08:002003-11-25T08:11:46.140-08:00I lay down in a grassy field, basking in the sunlight while all my cares wash away. A little bird flies overhead, casting a shadow over my eyes for just a moment; but in that moment I saw all hell breaking loose, and a legion of demons streaking across the sky to the east, headed for the coast. It was gone as quickly as it was there, and figured my vision was a dream, and thought nothing more of Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1069269078028307122003-11-19T11:11:00.000-08:002003-11-19T11:11:53.780-08:00I am beginning to become concerned as to what I am going to do once I get out of this joint. I’m not talking about jail, although I may have the same question if I was doing that too, so I shall let the opening sentence stand as it is.
I’ve been thinking lately, and realize I have never done any one thing for more than four months at a time. You see; my ‘joint’ is school, where there is a Fall Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1068512633750820972003-11-10T17:03:00.000-08:002003-11-10T17:04:18.140-08:00So I’ve been thinking about this lately – movement would be so much more fun if we didn’t have to worry about energy barriers. However, the incredibly smallness of h-bar (the number for the probability of a particle to cross an energy barrier) prevents this from happening with any sort of real occurrence.
What would happen if h-bar were to suddenly become much larger? The possibilities could be Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1065989692035435382003-10-12T13:14:00.000-07:002003-10-12T13:28:20.540-07:00It’s amazing just how stupid some people can be. This has to be the most elementary form of antipiracy in use today. While the actual software sounds like it could be pretty nifty, and not too restricting, the way they chose to implement it made me chuckle. John Halderman, did just what anyone who knows anything about computers would do (I personally completely turned off Autorun, it’s just too Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1065580913404212262003-10-07T19:41:00.000-07:002003-10-07T19:41:53.196-07:00I used to never listen to techno. Well, that’s not entirely true, I used to listen to very little techno, just the absolute basic: The Crystal Method and K&D.
In the last month, I have listened to more techno that my entire life up to this point, all thanks to my across-the-hall-neighbor. I remembered way back in my roots a duo that influenced my youth that I had all but forgotten about; Kruder Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1065023679657059612003-10-01T08:54:00.000-07:002003-10-01T08:55:48.680-07:00I just found out that I hate my Left Foot. I’ve been watching this trend for a while now, and have come to the conclusion that I do really hate it.
Whenever something happens to the very lowest part of my body, it always happens to the left side. Always. As far back as I can remember (which is at least a month this time) nothing has ever happened to my right foot, it’s all the Left.
It’s Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-1064002050193356582003-09-19T13:07:00.000-07:002003-09-19T13:07:30.276-07:00Well, I’m back. A lot has happened since I decided not to blog again, but upon closer thinking, there are so many people that may want to hear what I have to say, who am I to keep them from hearing it? (Yeah, like anyone wants to know what I have to say...)
Anyway, I was going to talk about something else (Not completely unrelated), but decided to cover this one first.
My question starts small. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-929579042003-04-20T19:13:00.000-07:002003-04-20T19:13:16.763-07:00Sorry it's been so long since I made a post, but there are two reasons for this:
One is time constraints. It's too close to the end of the semester to be writing meaningless drivel for you, probably another time-strapped student, to read.
Two: I was talking to one of my friends about the whole 'online jounrnal' thing, and we came to the conclusion that posting personal thoughts is probably not Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-916771032003-03-30T17:35:00.000-08:002003-03-30T17:35:49.670-08:00I wonder, would insanity be a good excuse to miss class?Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-916130342003-03-29T11:02:00.000-08:002003-03-29T11:02:08.216-08:00A couple nights ago I was walking back to my room from the bathroom after brushing my teeth, and I noticed a little ray of light emanating from my room. The hallway was completely black, except for that one little light being cast on the floor. It made me think of hope, and how it can seem very small and distant at times. So distant that it seems almost impossible to reach it, but as you walk Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-914495662003-03-26T17:56:00.000-08:002003-03-26T17:56:28.763-08:00So this guy comes into my room and starts beating me on the head yelling “Why don’t you have comments on your Blog??” So I start yelling back “I have no idea!”
Okay, so that was a pretty lame excuse for a story, but it’s almost kinda true, the part about the guy telling me to get comments for this. So I did, almost. It’s broken right now, so as soon as I can figure out this code, I shall have Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-913277072003-03-24T21:24:00.000-08:002003-03-24T21:24:22.890-08:00
Well, today has to be one of the longest days I have had to live in a long time. Do you want to read about it? I guess if you don’t, just stop reading, otherwise carry on…
It all started at 7:00am when my alarm started going off (this is after I went to bed at 1:00am). 10minutes later I finally drag my lazy carcass out of bed, and fall off the loft. Why in hell would I get up so early? I had to Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-912552932003-03-23T19:07:00.000-08:002003-03-23T19:07:06.233-08:00Wow, day three and I’m already behind. Somehow I think this is going to be the trend, though. Sorry about that, I’m just way to busy this semester to constantly update this thing.
One thing I have been thinking about lately, mostly just before I go to sleep, is that I love going to sleep, maybe even a little too much. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night just so I can go to sleep again.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191009.post-911534852003-03-21T16:12:00.000-08:002003-03-21T16:12:49.420-08:00Here it is. Finaly. The most awaited opinion on the net!
Okay, maybe not. But I can dream can't I? This is here basicaly to get several friends off my back who reciently got into this scene as well.
Are ya happy now? Here it is, in all it's glory.
It's amazing how easy it is to get your opinion out for the world to see these days. Gutenburg would be proud.
Or he may be rolling in his grave. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442262051155020259noreply@blogger.com