Tuesday, September 20, 2005
You want to hear about my weekend? You do? You sure? Okay!
It was a ‘short’ weekend, which is to say it was ‘only’ two days long, and it started on Saturday, like the rest of y’all. So Friday I met up with J(5), The Chef, and a few others for some volleyball-type exercise on the beach. It’s getting later and later in the year, though, and pretty soon the daylight savings time will flip over and we won’t be able to do any volleyball anymore, but it’s fun while it lasts, ya?
After that, J(5) and I went out to a Goth Club called ‘Miss Kitty’s Parlor’. No, J(5) is not really Goth, but she’s like me, she’s got a bit of a Goth streak. It’s fun to role-play every once in a while. Anyway, it was an INCREDIBLE AMMOUNT OF FUN. No lies, the place is pretty freaky. It’s halfway between west Hollywood (home of all the gay bars) and regular bars (home of all the big clubs) and so it’s a pretty nice mix of crazy music and crazy people. I won’t go into the details, because it’s a pretty kinky place, but I had a blast. The music was great, I got to dance with J(5), we even got to chat up a few strangers. J(5) has a distinct ability that I *lack*. She feels comfortable going up to strangers. Once I’m introduced to a stranger, I’m fine, no problem. I can talk, chat, be friendly, make jokes; I’m just like regular. But it’s that first step, that first little notch, that I really can’t get over on my own. J(5) can. It’s great. I gotta learn that. We met some pretty neat people, one of them even gave us a complementary ticket to another club. Unfortunately, J(5) does Hockey on Fridays, so it may be a while before we get to use it, if ever, but it was a tremendously kind gesture for a stranger. Yay clubs!
Oh, and because it’s been asked, ‘J(5)’ comes from the fact that her name begins with the letter ‘J’ and there is also an ‘s’ in her name, which kinda looks like a 5. That’s just the way I make these things up. There’s usually a logical chain in there somewhere, but it can be preeeeety thin at times. That’s why they’re ‘code’-names.
Saturday, J(5) and I decided to get lunch at IHOP, which is a great place to eat every once in a while. So as I was driving from her place to the resaurant, I heard this:
“Scrunchy scruncy grind weird noise scrunchy scrunchy”
We paused and got out of the car and there it was, a flat. Well I’ve never changed a tire on the road before, but my Dad’s lessons in changing snow tires did not go unheeded. We found the spare, worked out how the jack and tire iron worked, and whipped that puppy off, replacing it with the spare and wheeling slowly back to J(5)’s house. Then she drove us to IHOP. Lunch was delicious.
After lunch, I went to Firestone, and they looked at my tire and, being the professionals that they are, they spotted the ENORMOUS FREAKIN’ NAIL in it, patched it up, and sent me on my way.
And Sunday was pretty boring, I watched classes, did some running, stuff, stuff, stuff. Also visited J(5) and watched Pitch Black, which ain’t a half bad movie. I can see why they made a sequel about Riddik.
So far, the work week has been normal. I’ve managed to accomplish things, but, as is standard, I can’t really talk about it. Heh.
Also this week, I’m testing for my next belt! Excitement! Fervor! I’m doing the forms test on Thursday and the sparring test next Tuesday. Wish me luck, the board break for this belt is *hard*.
-N
It was a ‘short’ weekend, which is to say it was ‘only’ two days long, and it started on Saturday, like the rest of y’all. So Friday I met up with J(5), The Chef, and a few others for some volleyball-type exercise on the beach. It’s getting later and later in the year, though, and pretty soon the daylight savings time will flip over and we won’t be able to do any volleyball anymore, but it’s fun while it lasts, ya?
After that, J(5) and I went out to a Goth Club called ‘Miss Kitty’s Parlor’. No, J(5) is not really Goth, but she’s like me, she’s got a bit of a Goth streak. It’s fun to role-play every once in a while. Anyway, it was an INCREDIBLE AMMOUNT OF FUN. No lies, the place is pretty freaky. It’s halfway between west Hollywood (home of all the gay bars) and regular bars (home of all the big clubs) and so it’s a pretty nice mix of crazy music and crazy people. I won’t go into the details, because it’s a pretty kinky place, but I had a blast. The music was great, I got to dance with J(5), we even got to chat up a few strangers. J(5) has a distinct ability that I *lack*. She feels comfortable going up to strangers. Once I’m introduced to a stranger, I’m fine, no problem. I can talk, chat, be friendly, make jokes; I’m just like regular. But it’s that first step, that first little notch, that I really can’t get over on my own. J(5) can. It’s great. I gotta learn that. We met some pretty neat people, one of them even gave us a complementary ticket to another club. Unfortunately, J(5) does Hockey on Fridays, so it may be a while before we get to use it, if ever, but it was a tremendously kind gesture for a stranger. Yay clubs!
Oh, and because it’s been asked, ‘J(5)’ comes from the fact that her name begins with the letter ‘J’ and there is also an ‘s’ in her name, which kinda looks like a 5. That’s just the way I make these things up. There’s usually a logical chain in there somewhere, but it can be preeeeety thin at times. That’s why they’re ‘code’-names.
Saturday, J(5) and I decided to get lunch at IHOP, which is a great place to eat every once in a while. So as I was driving from her place to the resaurant, I heard this:
“Scrunchy scruncy grind weird noise scrunchy scrunchy”
We paused and got out of the car and there it was, a flat. Well I’ve never changed a tire on the road before, but my Dad’s lessons in changing snow tires did not go unheeded. We found the spare, worked out how the jack and tire iron worked, and whipped that puppy off, replacing it with the spare and wheeling slowly back to J(5)’s house. Then she drove us to IHOP. Lunch was delicious.
After lunch, I went to Firestone, and they looked at my tire and, being the professionals that they are, they spotted the ENORMOUS FREAKIN’ NAIL in it, patched it up, and sent me on my way.
And Sunday was pretty boring, I watched classes, did some running, stuff, stuff, stuff. Also visited J(5) and watched Pitch Black, which ain’t a half bad movie. I can see why they made a sequel about Riddik.
So far, the work week has been normal. I’ve managed to accomplish things, but, as is standard, I can’t really talk about it. Heh.
Also this week, I’m testing for my next belt! Excitement! Fervor! I’m doing the forms test on Thursday and the sparring test next Tuesday. Wish me luck, the board break for this belt is *hard*.
-N
Comments:
Noel changed his own spare. What a man. Way to impress the lay-dees. Or lady. Or robot-girl.
Do you have anything instructive to say about wave-particle duality? Maybe fill in the blanks where my prof said, "this can't be explained yet, but..." Otherwise I may be looking for another line of work. Like short order cook. School is hard.
Love, S
Do you have anything instructive to say about wave-particle duality? Maybe fill in the blanks where my prof said, "this can't be explained yet, but..." Otherwise I may be looking for another line of work. Like short order cook. School is hard.
Love, S
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: September 23, 2005 at 6:09 PM
: September 23, 2005 at 6:09 PM
The most useful thing I ever got out of wave-particle duality was that photons have some properties or behaviors that can be thought of as being particles, and some that indicate it behaves as waves. And we know both behaviors are valid, so the only explanation is that light behaves as both a wave and a particle. As to how it is able to do this, the underlying structure really depends on on our mathematical representation of the nature of energy, space, motion, and that sort of thing. The kind of thing that shows up in string theory, theoretical physics, that sort of thing. We can't, technically, explain *why*, but we have essentially accepted that wave-particle duality is true.
Hope that helps,
-N
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Hope that helps,
-N
