Where does all this impatience come from? Tellmetellmetellme

Perhaps there is reason to believe I won't make the best parent when I grow up. It's some thing to do with this impatience complex I have. I'm am currently in training to cool myself down a little. Chill-lax, as my flatmate would say.

Hence the tea room conversation need to go from this...to this...

Sheer brilliance.

Ok, so I read this a while ago, but, my god, Stephen Colbert is fantastic. Pour yourself a Dirty Cosmotinijito and settle into this brief show of humour.

Best science

I have got nothing for lunch. And I am hungry. Although hunger sharpens my sense, making me edgy, and nervous with energy, ready to pounce. And I crouch on my chair, sitting on my heels, making skittish eye movements as I tap away on my laptop.

And that's when I do my best science.

Reclaiming the space

So, it's been a month since I last threw a post up here. There's been quite a few kilometers in the water, finished a book or two, seen a few flicks. Let's cover a few things of interest here...

Finished Tom Robbin's Villa Incognito.


Quite a good read, contains a lovely summary of the beauty of mayonnaise.

And saw a great flick called Nothing, directed by the guy who did Cube. Had an interesting take on many things. I particularly enjoyed a scene where the protagonists were able to eliminate thoughts and memories, like anger. It reminded me of those who have a sweet spot for chemical "blindfolds", who enjoy the sensation of clearing the mind of everything except the now. The pleasant now. Ignoring the yucky bits in life.

Strange

Ok. So I went to the pool today, and I've swum 2.3km. In the last month.

I'd like to highlight the danger of alcohol for someone who also has some really strange sleeping patterns. Allow me the chart the progression.

1. Drinking on Saturday afternoon. Empty stomach, warm sun, few beers.
   
2. Suddenly feeling very tired, and going home to sleep.
3. Waking up at 11:30pm on a Saturday night with nothing to do. And knowing you won't sleep again till 2pm tomorrow afternoon.

Ach. This will drive me nuts. Though, alternatively, I could go and get some more actual science done.

This evening, I enclose an (unsent) letter I wrote a few minutes ago. You see, I woke up, opened up my laptop, and saw a really funny comic that reminded me of an estranged ex. (Don't worry people, it's an old old ex.) In my strange delirium state I decided to send it to them via Facebooks.

After a few seconds consideration (which always occurs after one has pressed the SEND button), I decided to bash out a quick explanation letter, to keep on hand just in case this correspondence was undesired. I pro-actively prepare for everything these days...

I hope you take that in good faith. I mean, there's alotta water under the bridge (where is the bridge? how old is it? who built it anyway?), and that sort of innocuous and harmless humour can be either appreciated or disregarded. Yet, I wouldn't put it past anyone, anyone, to really get over what they've felt. I mean, do feelings just whither and die? I don't think so. They just become less and less relevant to the immediate world one lives in: to the point where one (arbitrarily) decides one day that they're not important anymore.

So, given that this monologue is written in the off chance that you are, in any way, still angry with me, I wish you all the best. And I'll endeavor to maintain that respectful distance that is most keenly sort out. The distance between happiness and reality.

[update]

The above letter does seem a little... harsh. Hehe, here's hoping I don't have to send it.

Sex, power and vendettas

So I just finished reading Helen Garner's the first stone, and it wasn't a bad read. I preferred Joe Cinque's Consolation, yet this gave me a lot more to think about.

I work in an engineering department. One of the last bastion's of traditionally male fields. And I also work there as a tutor, which brings me into contact with the new generation of engineers. It's wonderful to see more women coming into the area.

But the whole conversation about power and sex (and gender, in my case) isn't well addressed in my work place. It would be nice to see a discourse arise. And hopefully it doesn't come about in such an extreme way as what happened in Ormond.

I also saw V for Vendetta tonight. Was it about democracy? About protesting against the government? Is it related to the Chaser's actions at APEC? These things will need to be discussed at the pub tomorrow. God bless Fridays.

Sum-times

It's times for maths!

Just kidding, I'm not going to inundate you with possibly the most boring subject in the world. I just thought the title was snappy.

And here is a comic.



















Nothing else doing in the world of Stu. Stay tuned for further updates, containing roughly the same amount of useless information.

Cheers.

P.S. Some may notice that his graph isn't even a normal distribution. It kinda looks more Poisson to me. That just makes it sooo much funnier.

What a mistake

In my last post I discussed science using a graph. And, as with all science, I need to note a correction. Originally I said some about "left-to-right" when I really meant "right-to-left", and vice versa. Ok, so I screwed up. I've made the corrections. Sorry to all those amateur science buffs.

Somebody should call Mediawatch and get me on as "Dog of the Week".

A good day

Well, it's been a great day actually. Enjoying my room in the new digs, soaking up the sunshine from my couch. Lunar eclipse tomorrow night, I'm hoping we can make an evening of it.

So, let's get down to business. If anyone needs any help using the software package XMDS to simulate or solve complex stochastic differential equations, then I'm your man. I've got it all working, here at home on my laptop (on the couch).

Getting a picture is the shit for theoretical scientific research in physics. You gotta get a pic, and then interpret it. Then you write a paper, and a PhD, and then it's applauses and champagne all round. For the super eager, you can change a few parameters, run the solution a few times, get to know the equation, right? And that's what I spent today doing. Working out the solution. Playing with my equation. Und eet's bin sooo much fun!

Here's a sample of science in action. See if you can guess what's going on...
That's right kids, it's decreasing. If you go from left-to-right, of course. If you go from right-to-left, then it's increasing, but then you just change the units so that it's decreasing in the other direction.
Ahh, science at it's best.

Aside from that, an important part of my life is leaving soon. Kinda like spring. You have it briefly for a few months, revel in it, enjoying your time, taking it for granted. Then, all of a sudden, it's gone. And it's the blazing hot summer sun beating down on your brow, reminding you that nothing ever stays the same.

I'm going to miss spring. And sometimes you think it's the best season to have.

Yet the rest of the year is usually pretty good too. And it has other benefits. So I'll try and enjoy those. Maybe hit the pool on occasion. Did it last Sunday. Total length swum this year : 500m.

That time of the month

It's cold outside, and I haven't seen May in a while; I wonder what she's up to...
Have quite a few things to review in Stue-style: Transformers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, PRAQSYS 07, Reid, Black Sheep, etc.

Will attempt these at a more reasonable time, when I'm in the new digs. Warning to all letter writers; I'm moving house, and I keep all correspondence neatly filed away in some shoeboxes.

Hi-jacked hi-jinxes

Sometimes when you lend your technologies to others, in the hope they don't misuse or abuse such opportunities, they can still surprise you. As such, I think my cyberspace identity has been violated.

Yet, if it wasn't my lovely flatmate Gabrielle, who could it be? Maybe Ryan has been hacking my laptop.

[update]

It was Gabrielle. Her childish shenanigans are typical of the French disregard for other cultures. I think I will try and burn her with a cigarette lighter. (just to show her how much I care)

Plop

You never talk about me bloody newspaper man !
Maaaaaaaaaah


But I'll have th final word...
gnark gnark gnark


(mou)


signed:
the mysterious XXX