Tuesday, August 28, 2007

A Pox on Our House?


Egad! The boy’s got spots. Spots all over his legs and arms. Could it be the ‘pox? We’ll see... More news when we know... Meanwhile I’m off to bed, for I must away ere break of day to aid my students in their quest to conquer electrostatics.

My New Koan: Be the Fire Hose


When I was an undergraduate student at Caltech, a popular metaphor for the student experience there was that it was like drinking from a fire hose. I don’t know whether this image is related to the scene from the Weird Al movie UHF, or if it was unrelated but it was certainly an apt metaphor for the overwhelming wall of stuff that came at us.

Now I’m beginning to find myself feeling a bit in that mode again. The commitments and expectations from this new job are coming on strong and I’m beginning to get that old fire hose feeling again. The difference now is that the commitments are a great deal more creative than reactive. As a student, you’re primarily responding to the stimulus that is thrown at you. Now, many of my commitments are wanting something from me rather that wanting me to do something. I’m not drinking from the fire hose, so much as being liposuctioned by one.

Ah... there’s a pretty image.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Slurpy Little Widget What Gives Laptop Go Juice


The MacBook I ordered with my startup funds finally arrived today. Mostly it looks and acts just like the last one only a little lighter and quite a bit faster. But it’s got this weird power cord. It’s magnetic, so you just bring it in close and it sucks itself into place. Weird. I guess it’s supposed to reduce accidents from people tripping over power cords, or at least that’s what the mac commercials would have you believe.

Lot’s happening right now. Classes started this morning. I’ve moved into a new corner office. Sunshine and I are both attending new meditation groups, and Sunshine just joined a community choir tonight. Laz has developed a thing for fish. Actually, he’s probably had the fish thing for quite a while and we’ve only just noticed it. He also likes macaroni.

Much to cover but time is short, so tonight I will remain brief, and probably blunt. I must take up the quill again regularly though. My scribe is rusty.