New blog!

This is my new blog- the old one had a crappy and frustrating interface. I’ll use wordpress now for my bloggin’ needs and hopefully the ease of posting will make me want to blog more. I have plenty of photos from Japan and other events that I’d love to share.

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Science ponders ‘zombie attack’ (Repost from old blog September 12, 2009)

An actual ‘mathematical exercise’ by Canadian researchers. Utilizing mathematics and basic science to alleviate an undead problem can be effective and fun! (see Army of Darkness) Mathematics has many more practical uses than you might think. Aside from calculating the likelihood that Suzy will pull a green marble out of a bag, or punching in 58008 in an upside-down calculator, but also how to modify a 1973 Oldsmobile to chop up a wave of walking dead like a bell pepper.
I think it is appropriate that the pending zombie Apocalypse be looked at mathematically. 32,042,659 to 1 is only a number and nothing to be afraid of. -What, you’re afraid of a number besides 13?! Pansy.
Here are some more numbers for you to calculate…
A revolver can hold 6 shots
A Shotgun can hold 9 shells
A handgun can hold 16 rounds
A zombie can hold 0 weapons (normally)

The final paper offers the advice this “It’s imperative that zombies are dealt with quickly or else…” But you already knew that. So break out the slide-rule and the programmable calculator and remember Pythagorean zombie theorem; Cleverness2 + Resources2 = Survival2

Where I was on 09/11/2001 (repost from old blog September 12, 2009)

(This is a post written on 09/11/2009)

Today is the 8th anniversary of the Terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon. And of course the saying “you will always remember where you were when you first heard the news” is true. I remember, my story isn’t dramatic, but it did eventually change the shape of my life and my daily actions.

I was in high school. I was an awkward teenager with a shell as thick as the line for meningitis vaccinations. I was a junior in Mrs. Hunt’s morning art class. I love art, I made it my own private world. But I did not enjoy the class, in fact, it was my least favorite class. I loved listing to the local Clear Channel conglomerate for classic rock, KKRW 93.7 The Arrow. The morning show team, Dean and Rog, was my favorite. The teacher played CDs and radio, picked by the students, during drawing assignment. It was my day to pick. Well, I was the strange kid who brought in “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,” but not that day. That early morning class I wanted to hear Dean and Rog’s signature bit, the birthday scam: a prank phone call preformed by request on people’s birthday. So she tuned in the shoty old radio with one broken speaker…

…That’s when I heard. The details at that time were not clear, A plane had crashed into a building. I wasn’t sure what was happening, nobody in that room did. It was the start of the attack, and shortly after that… gone, they were both gone.