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March 12, 2006


I went with Greg, Mark and Matt to New York City. Mark stole pictures from Greg and posted them.

At the Museum of Natural History we saw BEASTS!

Mark would hunt this!

I knew someone in high school who looked like one of those...

Seriously. They aren't extinct?

Nose fetish.

Like that movie!

We performed karaoke in a private room!

Common is vegetarian!

Insane people built a tree fort or something.

Greg took many pictures, had many moments.

Some dude on the subway drew this of me and Devon.

Stupid gas station.

I bought several toys in the "Are You Businessman?" series by Dehara Yukinori

Continue reading "GR-NY-CHI" »

So I've been thinking...

Going to New York and Chicago, seeing sunlight and walking around allowed me time for introspection. It's like a punch in the face cum handshake. I'm in a better mood, looking forward to things and happy about current things.

· Mark and Greg both got new jobs (the same, but new to both of them)! And I am partially responsible.
· I drank a bit of coffee in New York (for the first time ever). And I liked it.
· I want to take classes in piano, yoga (again) and bartending.
· This sense of awesomeness makes me want to exercise and clean. Or have someone else clean. Oh yeah, I might pay someone to throw half of my belongings away soon.
· I bought a bike on Saturday. I tried Goodwill, Salvation Army and St. Vincent DePaul, but none had any used bikes. I broke down and got a bike for a 12-year-old.

With this bike I'm really looking forward to not having to deal with Route 3's bus driver, pedaling really fast for no reason, not having my bike chain fall and get my pants greasy, riding to and from Allendale every so often, having a red fucking bike!, not having to bum rides (as much), visiting you!
· I'm getting another tattoo when my budget allows for it. I've wanted a monkey tattoo for years and am now investigating a design.

I'm thinking of a Red-Shanked Duoc or possibly an Emperor Tamarin. (Quick story about monkeys, read!)

Oh, and I marched with my dad in the St. Patrick's Day parade on Saturday. That old guy was there. As the Irish Burger King.

March 16, 2006

4. A robot may not move faster than a human being

The other day I saw a video of Honda's ASIMO robot running. You may have seen it before in some commercial fetching a newspaper or more recently dancing with Beck in his video for Hell Yes. This video is intriguing. This robot is not just walking. It's not shaking someone's hand. It's not pushing a cart. It's running. I guess it's more like...creeping around. Like a burgling rapist. And it scares the hell out of me. I don't want robots briskly sneaking up behind me. It isn't right.

And so, I told the others in the room that people would be less likely to support a "running" robot that moves in such a way if it had three things: a face, a penis and a knife. To demonstrate this I did a really shitty mockup of what such a robeast would look like. I used these clips to create...

let it load a second time and see how terrifying he really is.

March 21, 2006

Punishment. In higher places.

On the bus this morning I overheard this couple behind me arguing about how they dress. The guy wanted his girlfriend to know that she didn't always have to dress up. He'd like to see her relax and wear sweatshirts more often. She wouldn't have any of it. She said that she likes that his wardrobe has changed since Christmas. He wears more polo shirts and looks nice. He said to her,
"I don't want you to think you have to dress up every day. You can dress up, sure, but you can relax. I'd like you to not have to dress up all the time. Could you do that?"
"No, I can't," she said. "Would you be able to dress up and look nicer more often?"
"Yeah. I actually could."

There was a lot of silence. Every so often they'd start up again and the guy would start to use more swearwords. He'd say it was all bullshit. She cares way too much about what other people think. She made a comment about how all his friends thinking she dresses up too much. He said that that was proof. He doesn't care what others think. She's obsessed with it. It was "bullshit". There was more silence. It seems like they would realize we'd near campus and that there would have to be a resolution by the time we got there. The fighting would get slightly more intense and bitter. The guy would swear more. The woman would scoff and sigh harder.

When we made it to campus the woman asked, "Are you getting off here?" The guy said that he wasn't because he had enough time before his class, and added, "Unless you don't want me to walk you to class."
"No, don't say that," she said back, slightly angry. I then got off, never looking behind me or acknowledging that I was listening in. I did look in the glass in front of me (the seat just behind the middle exit) and the person standing in front of the glass wearing the black jacket provided a clear background to reflect their faces. The guy looked like a total nerd! The woman wasn't a prize either. I breathed a sigh of relief. Ugly people aren't happy with each other either.

Party pictures!

Like Greg, I didn't take that many this weekend.

Ricky danced with Pleiades to "Out of the Races and Onto the Track"...very seriously

They just look good.

Lindsey, Greg, George, Greg's gaze, George's crotch

Matt made balloon animals

I took this from Greg

March 28, 2006

When you see a monkey crying, it has no heart to beat

· At the second-to-last-day-of-conferences-banquet in Monterey (yes it was fun, but it wasn't a vacation) I sat at a table with David, some nice academics he met last year, a guy we met two years ago in San Diego and the student staff who had been assisting throughout the conference. During dinner one girl, who was a little big, mentioned that she was at a restaurant in Monterey and a couple marines were in line in front of her. One of them talked to the other in Spanish about "some of [her] body parts". She yelled at him in Spanish, warning that he should be careful what he says. She then went on to talk about her boyfriend who lives in Spain. A lot.

Dessert came and it was chocolate cake covered in almonds or something. Pretty good. The girl liked it and along with her two friends she ordered milk with it. At the end of the meal she didn't finish it and had it boxed up. A meal at the end of a conference where you "order" by saying 'chicken', 'fish' or 'vegetarian'. She asked to have it boxed up. And when one of her friends left she commented how the friend hadn't finished her milk.

"I had two glasses! She didn't even finish one! I love milk. Soo much. I finish a gallon in two days."

· This is my new desktop.

· I'm researching my tattoo more. And I'm writing a song called, "Monkey in Your Heart".

· Before going to Monterey I locked my bike up on campus in Allendale. I changed the combination to my birth date so someone could move it (to prevent people from thinking it's abandoned and then steal it...like the last two). But I never got around to getting someone to move it. When I tried to unlock it today it wouldn't budge. The default one, my old one and the new combination didn't work. I don't know what to do. There's this odd part of me that wants it stolen because I hate how red it is and it'd be funny if I had three bikes stolen. But don't steal it! Unless you get lock cutters, steal it, make me freak out and then surprise me with it. That, I'd appreciate.

March 29, 2006

Secrets & Lies

· I learned how to blow bubbles with gum from Leanne Nadwodnik.
· I learned the concept of 'present perfect tense', specifically through a lesson that you say "I saw" and "I have seen" and not "I seen" from Cara Chlebek.
· I told Libby Turows that I saw the Smashing Pumpkins twice before the time I saw them at the Van Andel Arena. One of these times was supposedly at the venue in Traverse City where she saw them.
· I told Steffan Copenhaver that I made out with a girl who was in a parade at Irish Fest in Milwaukee.
· I told Steffan Copenhaver that I wanted to buy the Ace of Base CD for my cousin and asked what he thought of specific songs to see if she'd like it. I knew the CD pretty well as Andy Dietrich had it and I listened to it quite a bit because of him. I think I just wanted to an excuse to talk about music I really liked (and was ashamed of) with someone new.

I think I'm really on to something here. Take the bottom of your bag of chips (all the small pieces, crumbs, etc.) and dump it into a glass. Then put in a bit of salsa and stir with a fork. Eat with that fork.

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