This is to jot down some intriguing quotes i found in Plato's Apology.

The unexamined life isn't worth living for a human being. (Stephanus 38 a)

You see, if you imagine that by killing people you'll prevent anyone from reproaching you for not living in the right way, you're not thinking straight. (Stephanus 39 d)

I can envision some nice fantasy novels incorporating these ideas and Terry Prachett's character Rincewind. teehee.

After three days of working at howies, my pants fit again. The bad news is they're coated in a perpetual layer of cat hair. =)
It's crazy how my lifestyle changes depending on whether i live in norcal or socal.
"socal is where my mind states, but its not my state of mind"

God I love Daft Punk, Pendulum, Armin van Buuren.
God I love Neil Gaiman, Anne Bishop, Tamora Pierce.
God I love Ariel, Colin, Ted, Adithi.

Went to my first hunger banquet yesterday. Some chick started gabbing about how people have the right to food and how they deserve to have things given to them. About how WE- because we a born more wealthy- are OBLIGATED to give to the needy, expecting nothing in return, for one reason: their need.

...Has anyone read Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand? Read it. SHE should read it. I guarantee you she'd stop spewing that.

1) Wealth is not born. It is produced. Wealth generates infrastructure, which creates jobs, which allows those who need food to get it themselves. *sigh* I told this to her and her eyes glazed over. Luckily everyone else started talking about microlending.

Oh, what are your thoughts on microlending? I love it. I want to learn more about it. If you still read this journal, make yourself known! lol

"Once you have this list, the problem becomes remembering to look at it." -anon

SO TRUE.

armin van buuren
this world is watching me

damn i wish i could dance to it live.

I just realized that I sometimes use people for a dumping ground for all my stress.
Sorry people >.

who killed my father.

also- info on all the ways we might be causing ourselves to get cancer and their liklihood.

Today I successfully executed the first task in my training. I must now master the task.

Lesson One: An audience is always necessary.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/03/28/MNMK16J4BI.DTL
(i was there!)

I shall train, for I am squishy.

I'm proud of myself.
But I am squishy. I must train.

I fucking love buttermilk bread.

im still in love with a part of my past.

I'm awake!!!
I don't know what to do!

I'm happy right now.

I watched Across the Universe today, dipped strawberries in chocolate, bought thin mints and lucky charms, hiked, met up with an old friend from CTY, made a young girl smile, spilled CAL secrets to the enemy (a future Stanfordian), made a guy fall in love with me for the second time, put a month's payment down on an apartment, and woke up. Not in that order.

Oh lordy, what am I going to do for the next year?

First time a grad student asked me for help on a logic problem set. Woot. I totally made up for the previous F by setting the curve on this week's problem set: 97% + 7pts EC.

Brag rights. I has them.

To take the "school is your job" metaphor further, I've started posting monthly goals on my wall to boost worker motivation.

This month's goal: LEARN $1060.00! You're almost there!!! (thats appx. my semester's tuition divided by 5).

(mouseover: I should add a student of the month plaque, with me winning each time.)

Life needs a damn good search engine.

( microlending )

Life is so dirty up close.

Most things happen during the day. If I want to make the most of my life, maximize my life, whatever, it is going to happen during the day and not the night. I am a social creature, and being nocturnal will not help me survive.

That said, I have discovered my favorite place to study, and it closes at 6pm. Howison Library.

My goals were all wrong for college: stay up late, procrastinate on everything, do the precise amount of work that will get you an 89.5%, learn just enough to get the grade. My goal was a degree. This would have been accomplished. But what would this have been? An empty degree. A talking head. A puff of fluff, not a puff of logic.

Now I have new goals, and I am busy. Events from 9am until 10 at night. I am so spent I pass out on my books at 9pm instead of at 3am. We'll see where this new approach takes me. My new goal is to learn enough to further a field. I now desire to learn beyond the scope of the class!

Oh, and some friends asked if I would like to share an apartment with them. It would be $400 a month, and I'm paying $1100 right now. I will probably say yes, even though its near the engineering buildings. (Adi cooks =D)

I will post what I got from George Lakoff's lecture (cognitive linguistics) and Elan Journo's lecture (moral defense of Israel from an objectivist perspective) when I have time.