i thought i would give you guys a little break from these flashbacks, but my present life hasn't really been the most exciting. i've been studying and reading a lot more lately, so i've decided that that makes me a wonderful, scholarly person. by the same token, i've been playing a lot more starcraft, too, but i think that still makes me a great person who loses pretty badly in video games, but i'm still great.
i keep telling myself that.
study mode is something you don't see me in often, and i don't think you can even call me the studying type right now, even though i feel like i've doing something, at the very least (commas mean ...i don't know what they mean, but i do use commas a lot). i kind of rather enjoy having my room in constant disarray and textbooks and study aids dispersed about my desk. it makes me feel like i'm being productive! albeit, i probably spend more time selecting study music (studyable environment is vital) and spreading my books around, but hey. i'm feeling it.
connie grabbed a duck on 042008 @ 10:01 PM EST
one of the things i busied myself with while i was in california was the san francisco exploratorium, which is a science museum - only "exploratorium" is obviously a much cooler name.
i had always loved going to science museums since i was younger because, you know, you basically have permission to touch every single thing in the building - who's going to argue with that? and i actually thought that that was the embodiment of science, and it got me all excited to study it in high school, but all i ever studied in high school was photosynthesis and something about combustion. and you know, sooner or later, burning things just gets old.
and it's so not the same as touching everything.
while today i've already established that i am not a science person, i can still visit the museums and pretend like i am because i at least read the signs before engaging in the exhibits, and that should count for something. that's practically the same as conducting research of my own. don't ever let anyone tell you that you need to use that scientific method crap or whatever... signs are enough.
actually, 90% of the time, i don't understand the explanations for the exhibits because there are so many words. so what i meant to say was: i'm pretty much a scientist because i attempt to read the signs.
PS: wikipedia says that "the Exploratorium also features the Tactile Dome, a three-dimensional pitch-black labyrinth that visitors must navigate using the sense of touch."
!!! i am upset i was not able to participate in this extremely touchable labyrinth. and it's not even like the possibly inappropriate touching i had mentioned before - you really are given permission to touch anything here! like, touching people in certain bodily regions would be inappropriate outside of the labyrinth - clearly - but inside? they're just part of all the science, right? because i'm pretty sure that's what it means.
connie grabbed a duck on 041008 @ 10:51 PM EST
well, the title of this entry sounds dirty, and every now and then, i do find that people come to my site by googling less-than-PG searches (why do people think that a personal site called grabaduck would be the place to go for genital searches? do you hear that, people? I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THAT STUFF HERE).
so, i just wanted to clarify now that this isn't going to be a dirty post.
i went to california about a week or so ago to see my sister. she's a former twenty-eight year-old manhattan lawyer, and she's now a twenty-eight year-old san francisco lawyer. actually, i'm not positive that's how old she is, but close enough (dude, you're lucky i know she lives in california). either way, i don't see her as often as i used to, so the visit was great. i'm now convinced that the californian sun is ten times hotter and brighter than east coast sun - don't tell me it's the same sun - it's definitely not. i might not be able to explain this scientifically, but trust me. i felt it.
sun. bright. ouch.
the photograph featured on this layout is of the big sur, which is the californian coastline. it's an overwhelmingly gorgeous scenic location, and i think i'm in love with it - in love with looking at it, anyway. when driving along it, you'll come across some "trails" leading down to the ocean every now and then. and i'm using "trails" loosely because they're more like super narrow dirt paths that will probably kill you. i tried to hike down some of them, but the wind was so strong and gusty (yay, gustyness) i was pretty sure i was going to die, so that's about when i decided to rethink my moves and run back into the car.
in case you were wondering, i lived (hah, i have bested the wind in its sick game of life and death!).
connie grabbed a duck on 040708 @ 02:31 PM EST
happy april!
when i don't blog in over two weeks, i start to get just a little guilty, but seeing how it's been more than two months... uh, i'm sorry? i think that little "happy april" was a sufficient apology, so there you go.
i actually tried writing entries (and by entries, i mean entry - singular - but hey, you didn't know that) but always ended up getting distracted, and that's the end of that story (the end).
(the other day, someone actually commented one of my papers with, "i like the style of your parenthesis." dude, my parentheses have style and FLAIR)
i think i'll spend the next few blogs explaining what's happened in february and march, which is actually a gift for you guys because it's kind of like going back into the past.
and that's just the best gift of all.
connie grabbed a duck on 040608 @ 06:41 PM EST
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