Some people are so smart that whatever choices they make, they’ll be celebrated. Some people are smart enough to make good choices without being all-round successes. I think I’m going to choose the Internet, and lulz it up. I don’t have the luxury of… choicelessness. I have to be good by choosing things, not by indiscriminately lulzing - because I just don’t have the ability to.
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I got my results - if you really want to see them, they’re here.
I didn’t realise I’d messed up Core 3 or Chains and Rings, but oh well. Didn’t mess up on large scale.
Getting nice people at OpSci to write me references.
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I’ve already looked at it but I recently started posting some slightly philosophical questions on there and instead of 4chan and other random responses, a sort of discussion has formed.
It’s kind of cloudy and reminds me a little of anonymous boards (for obvious reasons) but it’s kind of nice.
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Today we visited Kartchner Caverns. Some lulz ensued - they had to keep the site secret while protection/national heritage stuff was sorted out. To keep it under wraps, they referred to it as Xanadu. They named some ~50ft column in it Kubla[i] Khan.
Awesome.
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Forcing cousins to read Watchmen. Used Matlab at OpSci. Trying to remember everything I have to do before school.
Looking forward to grid computing and interplanetary internet. Also, waiting for BBS: The Documentary to get here. Still.
I LOVE IPv6.
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In my experience, nostalgia is BAD because it reminds me that things change. It’s a wistful feeling not far from regret.
Sometimes I feel that my experiences MUST be shared. A sort of twisted existentialism makes me feel that unless someone knows about how happy I felt at some point, that happiness will mean nothing. But is that true? Am I just seeking some kind of validation? What IS meaningful? When you see a movie about some touching or amazing secret, it’s like you’ve been given a window on something that would otherwise go untold… and be wasted. I don’t know.
How “meaningful” are secrets? If I say “my experiences have meaning for ME and that’s all that matters”, I seem to slide towards a clunky and endlessly depressing solipsism. On the other hand, if I say “total meaning is meaning of experience times number of people who know about it times total product of how much they care about it” then most of my life is meaningless.
I am now happy, active, productive and perpetrating lulz whenever possible. It seems the only way around this is to ignore it or punish it out of existence, because otherwise I’d always stay up at my computer and not do work and coast through everything etc. … I read some book (details when I find them) in which the author stated that we get ourselves down/stress ourselves out simply - SIMPLY - because we focus on the bad points and complain in little groups and otherwise become sad/angry. If that’s true then I should be fine as there aren’t really any bad points.
Just strange, apparently neutral clouds of nostalgia and anxiety: anti-lulz.
I saw Hellboy II. It was okay, through I liked the first one more.
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