Life

When trying to sleep, I found myself reflecting on Stephen's comments on Rocky again. I know that it is all in good humor and it is an inside joke which is established on the longstanding "tradition" that it is one of the few movies that we will never agree on.

But, I have to write it one more shining review, because as I last heard Steve has still yet to see it, despite the venomous words he uses to describe it. I wish he would, since I really do believe that it is a wonderful story. Also, since Iris hasn't seen Rocky I either, I hope to convey (with my limited eloquence) how and why this movie means so much to me.

*spoiler alert for those of you who would care*
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The night before the fight, Rocky confides in Adrianne. Telling her that, he winning the fight was important to him, but that... he would be just as happy losing, because suddenly his life was brighter now. He took chances in his relationships with others, reuniting him with his old coach, winning him his love of his life and brought him goodwill from the community that he was once alienated from.

The moral of the story is that titles, fame, money and power is fine and all. But a man who is kind and good hearted is one that can be happy without having those things all the time, given that he has the courage to pursue the rewarding things in life he really wants.

All this and an awesome soundtrack that whose power is only reduced when used repeatedly in the sequels. :-\

P.S.
HOW CAN THAT BE A BAD MOVIE!?

another night... the madness can't be far away...


haha, seriously, I think some of my important brain cells have died. Since yesterday my spelling skills have decreased significantly... I couldn't spell maintenance earlier today. I couldn't remember "align" either.

I can't wait for this quarter to end.

Hello,

I've just received my copy of "Vector Mechanics for Engineers by Beer 8th edition" that I bought from LTX (SKU number 13233621) via bookbyte (order number 1302700) While I was prepared to be very pleased, I was not. This is because I received the International edition in SI units.

The main reason I need this book is for the homework questions, so that I can do my homework. I know for a fact that the North American Edition of this book mixes SI and english units. Since it is explicitly stated on the cover that this edition is in SI units and that the ISBN number is different than the book I had searched for, I'm assuming that I cannot use this book for my purposes.

The book is new and in a plastic cover (that is slightly compromised by the shipping, but that is besides the point), so I dare not open it to check if the homework problems are similar at all. Even if only the units were different, I'd have to know which problems had SI units and which had english units to be able to convert between them and use the right units for the right problem.

In any case, I'm very dissapointed I have wasted valuable time waiting for the wrong book, despite the fact that I searched for the correct ISBN and that I was never notified to the obvious fact that this edition is vastly different from the one that students in the USA need.

I guess the burning questions are: "How do I return this?" and "How are you going to make it up to me?"

Thank you,
Ted Lai

things I accomplished today:

not much:

Made all the food I'll need until I leave for Taiwan.
Made progress introducing my dog to the kennel.
Cleaned a restroom.
Finally finished washing my pile of dishes.
Folded a 2 piles of clothes.
Accidentally soiled my bed sheets... literally. (as in, actual soil/dirt on my bed sheets)

Things to do tomorrow (and beyond):

Control the wilds that is my backyard.
Get my dog's flight planned.
Play more tennis.
Wash more clothes...
Pack
See more of Iris.
Clean out the Fridge.
Vacuum
clean my bed sheets somehow...
Get more tanned?

TELSA ROADSTER, THOU ART BEAUTIFUL

$92,000
0-60 in 4 secs
Over 200 mi range
Charge at station, at home, at any outlet.



and did I mention it's beautiful?

I'd work for tesla motors, but they are looking for elite experienced experts in their fields only. Maybe I can apply for internship? Or make a name for myself... some how

I saw Ella today, good to see an old familiar face, and she reminded me about LJ posting in general.

I have some goals to set for myself:

I, consume too much food. I'm not fat or anything, I just like to eat, more than is necessary. I'm like an SUV. I don't need to, but I consume more than my peers. I'm not even like a sports car or anything that needs high physical performance. It's just a waste of money (extra 5 dollars a day goes to being at least 1000$ wasted at the end of the year) and resources for me to eat more than I need to.
So, I'm going to try to limit myself to 10 dollars spent in food money a day (which is actually hard to do on campus). There are two exceptions and conditions to this: 1) I will only buy snacks from organic/sustainability conscious companies. (why? because I can) 2) Smoothies at the IMA do not factor into the $10 a day, since I use them as a reward for working out, and they are quite delicious. 3) Orange Juice also doesn't count, cause I need that to prevent from getting scurvy.


Other than that, I need to learn how to read technical books and learn my technical information from them... seriously, that needs to happen.

Composing composition,
composes composure?
That true revolution,
is only true illusion,
To work with words or notes or paint, or iron or wood,
is merely mere man's avoidance of that ruck, his life.
That is no revolt, no escape.
but exposure of man's innate,
for not changes the nature of man.
to be ahead, is still yet behind,
to search, to look, but never find,
our intellect bites off much to chew,
and that, our pride, tough to swallow.
submit to chaos, the life and nature.
and feel see be the simple nurture.

I've made some "bad decisions" since I left home and started living on my own in college. None of them too bad, more like experiments, my experience seeking actions that I do only because of a lack of chance to do it under the eyes of my parents (and some of them just mistakes).

I transfered too much money into my husky card account, so I'm low on cash. It's no problem, I just need to hold out until I get my first pay check (mid October).

I left a package my parents gave me in the lost anf found, so I could come claim it later. It's a long story, and deserves it's own post.

The reason I'm posting now is because of something I did just recently. I was walking back to UW from 45th and Brooklyn, and I saw a man in front of safeway, pan handling for money. Pan handlers make me think, more than they should. I started imagining a scenario where I would go to talk to him, a different setting when I didn't have my wallet and calculator in my possesion, and looked less preppy. I imagined sitting down with him and sincerely asking him, "what do you need?". I don't mean it in an accusatory way, but actually asking his opinion on what he needs to get where he wants to go. I've slowly come to accept myself as a member of the western world. I've enjoyed the benefits, education, etc of upper middle class american society. And I wanted to know what people really needed to be happy, to be satisfied, to be in peace, to be as they should be. I wanted to know what he needed to stop being dependent on others, I wanted him to be able to carry his own weight, instead of being a burden to others and maybe even himself.
Soon after, I saw a man (late 30s, of african descent) setting up a stand. He seemed slightly nervous, as I assumed he didn't have the right to vendor on the sidewalk. At the same time, he noticed that I was a target, I don't know how, perhaps I had a perplexed look on my face? but he greeted me and told me a story about his situation in an accent I could not identify, "I lost my job, ya? I need to pay for school (points in the general direction of UW), so I sell these beads... AUTHENTIC beads, glass beads from Africa! Go ahead, here feel them!"
As he handed me the light blue beads, held together by straw, the ones that I found most aesthetic in the first place, I noticed that they were pleasently cool to the touch.
I knew the high possibility that he was shitting me. If he was going to school, he'd find ways to get loans, financial aid and work study. No way he'd end up selling stuff on the street after losing his job. My trusting side says that maybe he is a student, and found selling beads from africa more lucrative and simple than actually working. My cynical side thinks that he might be just some dude selling factory made, imitation beads, making money off gullible college students with his fake accent.
I did buy them, the beads, for 7 dollars. They were pretty, that's a point I can't deny myself. My judgement decided that he was really african, the final leverage that I use to justify my impulsive purchase, was that since I'm a part of the western world, I'd enjoy the irony if indigenious peoples of the world bought the world back from affluent westerners with glass beads.

It's not all a loss. I could always give them to a special girl who could appreciate them too i guess.

I got to go to class, maybe this post is imcomplete, if so, I'll finish later.

sander/buffer attachments to electric drills are awesome.