So the SCSU orchestra, including myself, played a concert last night. A good concert. However, the orchestra only played for half of it, so after playing I went and joined my friends in the audience. Despite the fact that the concert was good, what this blog is really about is how I think during a concert.
My favorite part about going to see concerts is that music doesn't need to take up all of the space in your mind. You can zone out, still enjoy the piece, but think about random things as well. I've noticed I tend to think of some really random things. This last concert, for no reason at all, I started thinking about mechanical limbs. What if you lost your arm in some tragic accident but you were able to get a fully functional robotic arm? What would you want it to be like? Personally, I decided during the concert that if I had to have one, one of the requirements would be that it would have to have a full range of motion beyond what my normal arm can already do. For instance the elbow should bend backwards just as well as it can forward, the shoulder and wrist should rotate, I want to be able to effectively scratch my back with it!
I also thought during the concert, would having a spring loaded blade in your fake arm help or hurt? Cause it would be a grand defense, but you'd never be able to bring your arm past security checkpoints, or it would be confiscated by police if they for some reason had to search you. It would be considered a weapon on campus, so either you'd have to hide the fact that there is a blade in your arm (depending on the design that may be very easy or very hard) or you'd have to live without that arm (though you could get another, blade-less arm I suppose.. but where's the fun?).
Also, if the arm with which your non-dominant hand was attached would be better as a robotic arm, would you gave surgery to switch them?? I think the only reason I wouldn't is that I don't think I could successfully play the viola anymore. However if I could, with such an arm, I'd totally consider it.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Good day
So today was a good day,
It was much warmer today then it was say, yesterday or the day before. I got to wake up a little bit later, seeing as it's tuesday and I don't have lab until 10. Said lab was short and easy. After that I grabbed a buffalo chicken wrap from World of Wings, ate that during my hour break between labs, enjoyed it immensely, then headed for zoology lab. We dissected sea stars today. They're really cool inside. They're skeleton looks mechanical, like their some sort of organic machine. And their ring canal (a ring structure around their mouth) looks like a stargate. I also sit at a table with a really cool group of people who are all talkative and like to joke around. We name the animals we dissect. My sea star's name was cannabidude cause he was shaped like a cannabis leaf. And melissa named her's patrick, after the spongebob patrick. I did laundry today so it felt like a productive day. I went to a dodgeball game tonight around 8, but we were creamed 4 to 1. But I've been in such a good mood today I was acutally able to say "well it was a fun game anyways right?" I took a nice calming shower, so I feel all clean and happy. It's just been an awesome day! Sorry to bore you all with positive things instead of the negative stuff everyone likes to read =P
It was much warmer today then it was say, yesterday or the day before. I got to wake up a little bit later, seeing as it's tuesday and I don't have lab until 10. Said lab was short and easy. After that I grabbed a buffalo chicken wrap from World of Wings, ate that during my hour break between labs, enjoyed it immensely, then headed for zoology lab. We dissected sea stars today. They're really cool inside. They're skeleton looks mechanical, like their some sort of organic machine. And their ring canal (a ring structure around their mouth) looks like a stargate. I also sit at a table with a really cool group of people who are all talkative and like to joke around. We name the animals we dissect. My sea star's name was cannabidude cause he was shaped like a cannabis leaf. And melissa named her's patrick, after the spongebob patrick. I did laundry today so it felt like a productive day. I went to a dodgeball game tonight around 8, but we were creamed 4 to 1. But I've been in such a good mood today I was acutally able to say "well it was a fun game anyways right?" I took a nice calming shower, so I feel all clean and happy. It's just been an awesome day! Sorry to bore you all with positive things instead of the negative stuff everyone likes to read =P
Saturday, March 28, 2009
lame excuses to post a blog
Have you ever walked up to a vending machine with your shiny quarters, stared through the class and the display of choices? Have you ever had that gridlocked duel between two splendid choices? Oh how you wished you could just have both, yet the dollar in your pocket could only supply one! I walked to that vending machine, not 20 minutes ago. I fell into this horrid trap, torn between chips and cookies. Oh what to choose! The tastey collection of salts and spicies resting on that baked multigrain sheet, or the delicious crumbling of the chocolate chip cookie? After an age long debate I finally settled upon the cookies, feeling such terrible heart break to deny myself the chips. I paid my due and watched that bag fall, heavy with guilt ridden joy. While reaching down I thought I saw a second bag deep in the cavern that was the bottom of the machine, but quickly shrugged it off as a trick of the glass. I reached in and to my exquisite exileration found that the second bag had been real! And not only had it been real, but it was that very bag of chips I had so hesitantly waved goodbye to! Oh what jubilation to be granted two rewards for the price of one!
What a wonderful way to bring up an otherwise purely pointless and eventless day.
What a wonderful way to bring up an otherwise purely pointless and eventless day.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Amongst a field of graves
So I woke up this morning hoping my ecology lab would be canceled, seeing as I got only about 2.5 hours of sleep. I'm glad it wasn't though. We drove out to a cemetery and spent about 2 hours pacing between the graves, recording the birth and death dates of certain individuals. The purpose was to gather a large sample of human lifetime lengths. Despite the "work" it was really kind of nice. It was a great half and half overcast sunny day. The graveyard and tombstones were beautiful and interesting and the recording was, in a way, fun too. The only part I would have changed is I wish it were a bit warmer. Now I feel fine, but at the time I swore my fingers had frozen solid.
A surprising amount of people live to be in their 80's, and I was pleased to find a lady that lived to be 104, her name was Rose C. Bruener and her on her marker was an engraving of her named that looked like it might have been a imitation of her signiture. She lived from Feb 11, 1897 to Oct 29, 2001. That's amazing to me. However the universe is balanced and I found more than one grave for a child that never made is past 5. A little depressing, but I suppose that's how it goes sometimes. More so in the 1800's.
As a final note, green grapes are delicious
A surprising amount of people live to be in their 80's, and I was pleased to find a lady that lived to be 104, her name was Rose C. Bruener and her on her marker was an engraving of her named that looked like it might have been a imitation of her signiture. She lived from Feb 11, 1897 to Oct 29, 2001. That's amazing to me. However the universe is balanced and I found more than one grave for a child that never made is past 5. A little depressing, but I suppose that's how it goes sometimes. More so in the 1800's.
As a final note, green grapes are delicious
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A night like the end of the world
Last night was, in short, mystifying.
The power went out over on the St. John's campus, so I got a text from Jt asking if I could come pick him up and bring him back to St. Cloud so he could raid with our WoW guild last night. After a little discussion with both him and Sara, I decided to take a nap and see how I felt about it afterwards. Well, much to my dismay I slept through the NIN presale for chicago, so now I gotta get normal tickets, which although cheaper, single me out from my other friends. This means they get to go in a different enterance at a different time, and I get to sit alone, by myself, most likely scared and confused, trying to make it in the main entrance. So I'm going to try and find someone who wants to go with me, heh.
ANYWAYS, I woke up, realized I missed the presale, called John, and told him I was going to come pick him up soon. This all occured around 5:50, so I stuck it out and waited for Sara to get out of class so she could come with me. We got john, brought him back, and fun nerdiness ensued. Raiding time lasts from 8:30 to 11:30, so that's a solid 3 hours of not moving, and the whole time I kept staring out sara's balcony windows watching it get darker and foggier.
Then the time came to take John home. So we sadle up his computer shit that he brought, and walk back to my car. We get everything loaded up, I throw the key in the ignition, and it won't start. No big deal, sara's got a car, she can just drive. So we haul everything back over to her car while she runs back to her room to get her keys (though why all her keys aren't on the same ring/chain I dunno ~shrug~) and we head back toward's collegeville. This is where it all got fun, for me at least. Fog had been rolling in all night, and it was some of the thickest fog I've ever been in, at least in some places. St. John's is about 20 minutes away down Division, which is fairly busy. No one was out, I think we saw one car all the way there. It was kind of creepy, during one of the thicker patches of fog, John says "this is zombie invasion weather" and he was completely right. For most of the drive we only had about 40 feet of visibility, the fog hid the rest of the world. Once we pulled off the road at the St. John's exit, we came across the thickest patch yet, the lines on the road weren't even visible for a short time. And of course, as always, we get there, drop john off, and the drive back is almost fog-free, cars are on the road, and everything is virtually normal.
I've always loved fog, especially at night. Walking outside I always feel like I'm standing on a small chunk of the world that has broken off, floating in some black void. The end of the world, the cragged rocky shards of earth, looming just outside my feild of vision. I feel like if I were to run off into the night, I would come to that edge and stare off into black nothingness. It sounds like kind of a scary though, but it's not, at least not for me. It was always strangely comforting. Kind of like.. this is all there is.. but this is all there really needs to be..
The power went out over on the St. John's campus, so I got a text from Jt asking if I could come pick him up and bring him back to St. Cloud so he could raid with our WoW guild last night. After a little discussion with both him and Sara, I decided to take a nap and see how I felt about it afterwards. Well, much to my dismay I slept through the NIN presale for chicago, so now I gotta get normal tickets, which although cheaper, single me out from my other friends. This means they get to go in a different enterance at a different time, and I get to sit alone, by myself, most likely scared and confused, trying to make it in the main entrance. So I'm going to try and find someone who wants to go with me, heh.
ANYWAYS, I woke up, realized I missed the presale, called John, and told him I was going to come pick him up soon. This all occured around 5:50, so I stuck it out and waited for Sara to get out of class so she could come with me. We got john, brought him back, and fun nerdiness ensued. Raiding time lasts from 8:30 to 11:30, so that's a solid 3 hours of not moving, and the whole time I kept staring out sara's balcony windows watching it get darker and foggier.
Then the time came to take John home. So we sadle up his computer shit that he brought, and walk back to my car. We get everything loaded up, I throw the key in the ignition, and it won't start. No big deal, sara's got a car, she can just drive. So we haul everything back over to her car while she runs back to her room to get her keys (though why all her keys aren't on the same ring/chain I dunno ~shrug~) and we head back toward's collegeville. This is where it all got fun, for me at least. Fog had been rolling in all night, and it was some of the thickest fog I've ever been in, at least in some places. St. John's is about 20 minutes away down Division, which is fairly busy. No one was out, I think we saw one car all the way there. It was kind of creepy, during one of the thicker patches of fog, John says "this is zombie invasion weather" and he was completely right. For most of the drive we only had about 40 feet of visibility, the fog hid the rest of the world. Once we pulled off the road at the St. John's exit, we came across the thickest patch yet, the lines on the road weren't even visible for a short time. And of course, as always, we get there, drop john off, and the drive back is almost fog-free, cars are on the road, and everything is virtually normal.
I've always loved fog, especially at night. Walking outside I always feel like I'm standing on a small chunk of the world that has broken off, floating in some black void. The end of the world, the cragged rocky shards of earth, looming just outside my feild of vision. I feel like if I were to run off into the night, I would come to that edge and stare off into black nothingness. It sounds like kind of a scary though, but it's not, at least not for me. It was always strangely comforting. Kind of like.. this is all there is.. but this is all there really needs to be..
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
bloggity-blog
Yup so i made a blogtastic blog.. man, do I do everything everyone else starts? Yeah, I do. Heh
Anyways, so one thought occurred to me while I was making this blog, and it was how the smallest things can piss me off yet the bigger shit never really bothers me long. For instance I just finished this 360 game The Darkness the other day and I looked up reviews on IGN to see what people thought about it. So I looked up the professional IGN reviewer's thoughts, and he made strong points both for and against the game but gave it a pretty decent 7.8 out of 10. I'd agree, I really thought he did his homework and really gave the gave an unbiased review. Well I went to read the comments left by other gamers and all I saw was a flood of hatred. So many people were verbally assaulting this guy for not giving this game 10 of 10. It was stupid how many people got so upset over this! And they had no good arguement either! The basic comment was "Ur so retarded, this game was so awesomxorz! wtf is wrong with you? Bet u got paid to give dis game shit!" It pissed me off to see so many people give this guy so much crap when it's obvious to anyone that he spent his time, played the game thuroughly and gave it a fair judgement. I mean by the way these people were going on it was like he condemned the game and anyone who ever played it. And here I am getting pissed at them for getting pissed at him. People just suck, it's fact.
On another note, I'm currently listening to Cloud Cult for the first real time and they're a very cool band. I probably wouldn't listen to it everyday, over and over, like I would some stuff but its definitely on my normal playlist. I approve!
I christen thee.. Blog!
Anyways, so one thought occurred to me while I was making this blog, and it was how the smallest things can piss me off yet the bigger shit never really bothers me long. For instance I just finished this 360 game The Darkness the other day and I looked up reviews on IGN to see what people thought about it. So I looked up the professional IGN reviewer's thoughts, and he made strong points both for and against the game but gave it a pretty decent 7.8 out of 10. I'd agree, I really thought he did his homework and really gave the gave an unbiased review. Well I went to read the comments left by other gamers and all I saw was a flood of hatred. So many people were verbally assaulting this guy for not giving this game 10 of 10. It was stupid how many people got so upset over this! And they had no good arguement either! The basic comment was "Ur so retarded, this game was so awesomxorz! wtf is wrong with you? Bet u got paid to give dis game shit!" It pissed me off to see so many people give this guy so much crap when it's obvious to anyone that he spent his time, played the game thuroughly and gave it a fair judgement. I mean by the way these people were going on it was like he condemned the game and anyone who ever played it. And here I am getting pissed at them for getting pissed at him. People just suck, it's fact.
On another note, I'm currently listening to Cloud Cult for the first real time and they're a very cool band. I probably wouldn't listen to it everyday, over and over, like I would some stuff but its definitely on my normal playlist. I approve!
I christen thee.. Blog!
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