Wednesday, December 16, 2009

The Final Frontier My Ass

It's kinda scary to say that I'm on track. I've gotten all my sources, and I've gotta have notes on enough of them by tonight so tomorrow I can write this paper and turn it in come Friday. That said I'm extremely reluctant to do work right now, which is precisely why I'm doing a blog post on time.

Based off the complex and confusing nature of research papers in college, I have come to conclude that space, far from being the final frontier, will never be more than ONE frontier in the multifaceted dimension of intellectual exploration. This book that I am currently reading for my Cold War based final has just explained how, beginning with the original historical approach in which the US was reacting to wold domination schemes, historical opinion evolved into something resembling "it's all the US's fault we're so terrible," and from there into "it was a metric fuck-ton of every conceivable influence from international politics to American corporations!" The only conclusion this introduction arrives at is that consensus on the beginnings of the Cold War will NEVER be found! This leads me to consider the ridiculously complex arena of international events as a confusing and forgetful cacophony that, even given absolute understanding of the situation down to who mailed what derogatory memo about whats-his-name's mother, we STILL wouldn't actually understand things. My point is, beyond exploration into the Earth's oceans (which is still just as far fetched as Roddenberry's Star Trek), beyond exploration into outer space, and beyond exploration into mathematics, physics, or any of the other, tangible exploratory mediums, there are many unseen levels of exploration going on within time and history, philosophy and politics, psychology and the ridiculous complexities of human nature that, if Michael Pollan is to be trusted, are as infinitely complex as the intricacies of physics. This makes the idea that we will ever be actually "done" exploring any one direction patiently ridiculous. Now I'll admit I'm ranting, because even in Star Trek, space never was the final frontier, as the whole show was about discoveries in science and the human condition (although the latter was extremely simplified and pretentious), but if something as simple as understanding what has already happened is still as complex as deep space exploration, one wonders about the true lengths of ignorance piled into a phrase as simple as "Space. The final frontier."

In all honesty I'm just sick of how complex and hard it is to learn things properly. One would think that, with all this smart centered around something like this, we'd come up with a better system. "Question everything" my lumpy foot. Do they even know how hard it is to find numerous resources dealing with things that aren't CUTTING EDGE RESEARCH?

Monday, December 14, 2009

Patching Holes

Word of advice, don't try mixing an all nighter with sickness, then try running halfway across campus. Things were spinning and I hurt in places that don't exist.

So yes. Something was due today that I didn't allow myself enough time to do. That said, something's due this Friday that I've not allowed myself enough time to do, but I don't have class, and for now I'm sitting in bed, enjoying a little reprieve while my lungs heal.

It'll be good to be home once this is all over with.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Good Timing

So this morning I looked out the window and saw clear skies and sun. Wintertime, I realize, means clear skies all night let all the heat out of the area, which pretty well guarantees frigid temperatures all day, but that sun seemed to me a promising source of energy. I donned my lighter, Skunkworks jacket, figuring with the sunny weather it would be adiquate. It was not.

Im a sick. I really don't understand how, or when, but I am. Even as of late, I've had the habit of sleeping with the window open and the fan blowing frigid air inside so as I could pile on as many covers as possible. Last night, however, I opted not to, and even with all my blankets on I was not too warm. I did not sleep well, and my head is constantly fuzzy, which I figure will be a boon to my performance during finals week. Can't worry over a question if you don't have any clue you're taking a test. Proove that the quantity Cosecant X minus Cotan X times the quantity Cosecant X plus Cotan X over Secant X equals Cosin X. My answer: Cows are fluffy and taste well.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Fuck "Friends Forever"

So I'm definitely moving to a different floor next semester. I'm moving in with a guy named Thor, who wears a microsoft programming team jacket, has two vintage slide rules, and is in my DnD group here at college. I told him that I was going to inherit a slide rule for Christmas. Thing is, when Mum and I were talking about this, I was kinda leaning toward the Think Geek slide rule, and now I'm definately prefering the heirloom one. Hopefully Mum reads this soon.

You know that song that they'd always play at every single graduation ever, whether it was from grade school, or even just within grades? I liked that song for the longest time, because I'm a music lover and the sweetly sad emotions it invoke in me are particularly strong, even still. Problem is, I get sick of that feeling quickly, and I've never had that myself. I mean, sure I've left pleanty of friends behind, I left my whole group behind when I graduated from middle school into a school out of the district. Thing is, it never really got to me. Either I wasnt actually leaving anybody behind, as with my current group in Seattle, or really I didn't fit in very well.

Today I really just didn't want to work on my paper, so instead I decided to watch a couple episodes of Firefly (seeing as I'd just brought the series back from home). Soon, my friend, Aaron, calls me up, and I hadn't seen him for a while (he hadn't been coming to class for weeks) we get together to watch Firefly. Thing is, he tells me that he's been accepted into UW, and chances are he'll be gone by the end of the week. Furthermore, UW doesn't accept WSU credits, which is why he hadn't been showing up to class. So, essentially this was my last chance to see him.

So we spend the time watching Firefly and talking about how cute Kaylee is. We also talk about how much it sucks that the show got canceled, and how really, that 'battle' is only as over as Serenity Valley. So here now I'm telling you all of this, because I find it poetic, because he's a really good friend, and while I have lots of really good friends here and in Seattle, I don't have any like him, so it sucks that it got cancled. That said, it's only really as over as Serentiy Valley.