Friday, September 29, 2006

The Fling

I was recently told that, due to fatty nanoparticles' ease of penetration, it was more fattening to stand next to a Burger King flame broiler all day than to actually consume one of its products. That's disgusting.

But really, a Whopper is a great deal. It's deliciously fatty and greasy and full of condiments while you eat it... and as an added bonus, it coats your throat in an orgasmic grease/phlegm layer that sticks with you for the rest of the day. Talk about a return on investment!

It's about time to determine if such a layer is alcohol soluble.

Have a good weekend, crew.

Open ended

Between the bindings of the book of common knowledge and daily maxims, the phrase "Respect is earned and never given" must surely be included. Over the past weeks and months, I have had the oportunity to critically mull this assertion in the context of a very isolated social environment. As a result of this reflection and observation, I have come to believe that the one who coined the phrase was guilty, as with many in the sciences, physical, literary, or otherwise, of oversimplification. Perhaps it is true that respect is doled as described by traditional belief, but I propose that this occurs only cosmically. In fact, in local instances, there may not only be occasional deviations from the aforementioned mean, but full blown violations.

In order to survive, we have found that it is necessary to allot a certain amount of respect to every person we come across. Through trial and error in our development, we discover that respect begets benevolence and evil begets strife: Karma. Furthermore, the existance of institutional heirarchies and titles perpetuates this phenomenon in such a way that graduated respect is given, depending on little more than three letters and a comma.

This setting does not necessarily oblige a clarification or amendment to tradition's claim, however, it is accompanied by a more sinister force that requires just such an action; This is to speak of theft. Again, I am referring not to larceny, but to the undue insistence of respect: The abuse of authority. More specifically, it is possible, through the means of being contrary, harsh, demanding, and unyielding, to swell one's preallocated amount of respect to an unfair and undeserved level. This, of course, by definition and its nature, necessitates a very firm barrier to prevent the abusee of identifying the hypocricy.

Stupidity could possibly be defined as deliberately performing acts that directly contradict your own actions, thoughts, and motivations for little to no reason at all. It would be stupid for a respect thief to require his subjects to witness his weakness and therefore topple his undeserved esteem.

Undoubtably, this fall will eventually happen in all cases. And surely, to be in a position of authority is to have endured much perspiration. From this, I can agree that, cosmically, respect is earned and never given, but add that temporary, local abberations to this law certainly exist.

I have lost all respect for my advisor.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Scene

Apparently a memo was circulated around the Midwest a short time ago regarding the sudden arrival of fall. Missed the memo.

While this may come as a shock, particularly given Minneapolis' infamous reputation for it's long, sun-drenched summers, the mercury has recently fallen well below the 60F mark and botanists around the state are rushing to move their delights indoors in a bid to ward off the nipping cold.

It appears that fall has arrived, bringing with it all that the change in season does. In fact, this cold snap is premature and even caught the local foliage off guard, as the greenery remains just that. Even still, the sudden influx of chilled, dry air has me thinking of autumn.

I move in the fall. Growing up, the fall was a time to get out into the woods, go camping, and track down wily creatures of foot and feather. It was also a time to return to school. Later, it was a time to move off to college and to prepare for football games: The humidity finally lifts and you have places to be.

This is odd, since I don't have anywhere to go.

I've been in school all summer and am continuing to do pretty much the same thing I have been doing... but it is different. People are busy. People are moving.

The chances of my car being hit by hail again are decreasing.

Summer has left and taken with it it's carefree nature.

Fall is here... and it is time to move.

Friday, September 08, 2006

You Betcha

I saw the ponies run.

It was beauty, strength, and math, all wrapped in a soggy day with a side of delicious, delicious minidonuts. That's right. I'm talking about Snakes on a Plane. Across the misty, damp raceway, the sculpted thoroughbreds streaked to a photo finish directly below me. As a newcomer to the sport, I must say that I was quite impressed. The pageantry and vernacular alone surprised me. Here, in the heart of Minnesota, a man with a long horn signaled the start of the race as the colorfully clad jockeys prodded their steeds towards the finish, busting out of the gates and turning hopes into cash for the spectators nearby. Inside the grandstand was a plethora of Minnesotan fare, including Pronto Pups, Leinie's, and, of course, minidonuts.

As an added bonus, I got a free "Gate Crew" t-shirt.

I win.

Acting out

I was recently speaking with a colleague of mine who had just arrived in the United States the prior week after flying in from India. It should be noted that my older brother left for India shortly after the Bluefin excursion and will remain there until December performing various medical doctor/ tourist tasks. This gentleman was inquiring about the nature of Minneapolis' weather patterns, specifically regarding precipitation. I sensed that he wasn't quite wrapping his mind around the concept of enduring snow cover. Finally, he asked if, like at home, did it hail in the winter months?

No. No, it rains in the summer months. It rains big fat balls of ice in the summer months. On black cars. Especially on unlucky black cars. Named iOff.

Freakin' hail.

Show them the way

The other day, I was sitting in an electronics lab setting up an experiment that is used to demonstrate the operation and purpose of a DC power supply, digital multimeter, oscilloscope, and function generator. I was chatting with some senior EE about the professor for the class, when he walked through the door. He engaged us in some small talk and told us to expect a small class for the evening. After a bit, he looked around with a puzzled expression on his face and said: "So... Where's the TA?" To which I responded: "I'm the TA."

So U professors care very deeply about their undergraduate students. So much so that they occasionally know the names and faces of the TA's sworn to teach and protect them.

It was to be expected, however. He didn't show up for the earlier class I taught, leaving me with no information as to what the class was about, who was showing up, or what the students were to do. So I did what any ND grad would do. I asked them about football.

They stared back with blank faces. Football? What is this "Football?"

My translation: "Gophers will be National Champs in 06."

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  • From Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States
  • The Irish Gopher is an Advanced Ph.D Candidate at the University of Minnesota where he spends most of his time getting scalded while dressed up as a bunny. In his free time, he religiously stalks the University of Notre Dame football team as well as Steven P Jobs. Also, he is really bad at generating nicknames for people.
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