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Saturday, November 30
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3:14 AM:
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when amazon.com tells you they’d rather move on with other candidates than yourself, the most mature thing to do is:
(a) whine at the shoe salesman who is helping you at the time
(b) walk home needlessly in cold Chicago weather
(c) write a long blog bitching about it then delete it
(d) go to dinner and not talk to anyone
(e) watch the three and a half hours of extra features on the lord of the ring’s appendix disk two to keep your mind occupied
(f) all of the above
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(the correct answer is actually (g): keep it in mind when filing trip expenses)
i’m all about being mature.
this rejection was slightly surprising after what i felt were some very good interviews, and i’m not known for my optimism. apparently i should not take it as a reflection of me (hah). but that was definitly not as good as "sorry to ruin your weekend."
ah well, guess i can't blame them too much, didnt have time to finish the recursion problem, you'd think that could slide given the other five had gone well.
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Tuesday, November 26
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2:19 AM:
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i’ve been trying to write a good post for about an hour now. my thoughts have been coming too fast, unfocused, jumping from topic to topic too fast to make any sense to anyone in words. this happens all too often. the end result is i hack out something where there is a logical progression of thought: my everyday doings. while this results in words for the page, they tend to not be... interesting. makes me jealous of Tom and his analytical laser beam of thought. i would compare my thoughts more to an out of control fire hose, difficult to direct for a long period of time and exhausting when trying to. i always feel like there’s my consciousness in my head and then the “smart part of my brain” which tends to go a bit faster than i can really keep a grip on. i’m not sure if that makes sense to anyone.
to give you an idea of what i’m talking about: i attempted to write about my interview on friday as an instance of this scary transition to adulthood, during which i wanted to explain my desire to break from my parents’ care and go forth on my own because of a childhood resentment against them from providing a life in which i felt i was not challenged by my circumstances to become a hero or rise above; then talk about the realization of the opportunity i missed to challenge myself and untap my real potential, which i was able to make up for a bit at rose, but i think forever i will not have even met a quarter of the potential of my mind, which even then i reflect on how there are people who would give a lot to have and i thoroughly under appreciate. then i forgot the point i was trying to make about this transition into adulthood making the whole thing a trail of thought with no real punch line.
i always run into the same problem whenever i try to explain one of my thoughts i always know that someone will not understand where some of my motives come from, then i need to explain those, the circumstances around those, motives behind my actions in the circumstances around those, ad infinitum.
anyways, i will not solve the problem tonight, but i think the smart part of my brain is working on it and i get the distinct feeling that there might be a solution as early as tomorrow night, if Lord Of The Take Up Your Whole Evening Director’s Cut doesn’t... take up my whole evening.
on the more factual side of life: fall quarter ends, operation 4.0 in the house. operation 4.0 in the motherfucking house. (ref)
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Sunday, November 24
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11:57 PM:
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back from seattle. good sushi, good alumni friends, good clubbing, good times.
i will write more later, maybe. i think now it’s time to enjoy being home.
Ques has had his site running for a while now. adding another to the Rose-Hulman computer science Pikes webloging ring. he has some indepth analysis and discussion of the particulars of this weekend.
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Wednesday, November 20
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3:14 PM:
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screw you fall quarter, you’re done! i am so fucking out of here.
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Saturday, November 16
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6:25 PM:
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Halloween party was two weeks ago now. It’s funny to look back to my freshman Halloween party in contrast to my senior Halloween party. Well, not so much the contrasts in the parties, but the contrast in the Alexs that went to those parties.
When I went to the Halloween party my freshman year, it was the first party I went to at college. At the time I never drank. I wore a fairly decent collared shirt and pants. I worked security because they needed people. My security job was “beer tub patrol”. Wait. Tub?
Yes, a 125 gallon plastic RubberMaid (I tried to find a link to the actual product but searching for “beer tub” yielded no results and they don’t have a “fraternity party products” section.) tank filled with the cheapest beer money can begrudgingly buy.
Anyways, there was popular music on the speakers which didn’t really turn my crank and I barely knew any one there. When I was watching the beer tub it was my duty to make sure people weren’t sneaking beer out one of the windows and that the tub remain stocked from the pile of cases brought by guests. What the hell was I doing there?
About midnight I left the party, stone cold sober with some freshmen to go to a different party which I ended up enjoying a lot more.
This year was my fourth Halloween party, I wore crappy clothes and my dad’s old lab coat as my costume. I picked up my friend Ariane (who I met at last year’s Halloween party) so she could temporarily color my front hair blue. We proceeded to get moderately sloshed in my room before tearing into the party and hitting the dance floor. After Ariane left I proceeded to meet several people and dance till about 2am, then I played air hockey, which is basically only fun when you’re drunk. I had a wonderful time.
Quite the difference a few years make.
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Friday, November 15
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2:22 PM:
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i think sleeping through your last class is a classy way to end an excellent fall quarter.
three tests, four prints and i’m out.
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Wednesday, November 13
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2:23 PM:
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We floss and fly this mofo all over this bitch,
East coast? West coast? It don’t matter.
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cause at delta, it’s laid out like that. -delta.wav, for those of you who know, you know
Amazon.com on the 22nd
MIT Lincoln Labs on the 2nd
Sandia National Labs on the 9th
the red star is supposed to be a $, but the mapquest interface isnt all that nice.
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3:01 AM:
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so i have a fraternal little brother, i get an email that tells me he didn’t pass his first test (history and stuff) but did pass the test on names of people. so i send him an email that's like, “whats up, this weekend we should get some sigs and study for your mod if you have time” he writes me back:Notice I did get all the names, but I can tell you right now that I didn't get much else. I believe my answere to "what is SLAG?" was sex limoes and guns and then I drew a picture of a nerd yelling Thug Life! Someone told me that was not quite right. not quite right indeed. silly freshmen.
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Tuesday, November 5
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3:05 AM:
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Tom’s blog has been putting me to shame recently. unfortunately 9th week is having it’s way with me so i’m not going to be able to do much about it. i spent about 7 hours today getting my photo assignment ready for tomorrow, 5 hours in the dark room then 2 hours trimming, cleaning, mounting and titling. ugh. everything was great until the mounting. unfortunately my professor insists on us mounting the perfectly good photos by spraying 3m adhesive on it and mounting them to boards. i’d much prefer to smack mine into a photo frame, but he will have none of it. spray adhesive blows. i’m not going to get anymore into this... (the self-abort)
Microsoft interviewed me today (had Guidant friday, if you wondered) – i think things went fairly well but you can never tell. that was my 8th technical interview in my life time – they’ve gone well so far. here’s hoping...
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copyright (c) 2001-2003 Alex Lo
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