It is refreshing to know some things just don’t change. No matter how optimistic you may be at time, the world moves on… in the same undesirable direction it’s been moving. Today I was reminded of that, after spending some period of time thinking that things might actually be different. Alas I was wrong, which I pretended to not see coming.
I would have described today as sobering, but I don’t think any parallels could be drawn between my past days and any state of intoxication. The past few days have been, well, the same as the past few months, which accurately model the past few years of my life. Most of the time I’m quite comfortable with everything, at least that is what I tell myself when I wake up in the morning.
What I have spent some time thinking about is how do I go about assigning value to things in my life. The current working theory states that I assign value to things based on the value I provide to them. This model adequately covers my desires to provide assistance to others but it doesn’t do a very decent job of capturing complex value propositions; nor have I solved the challenge of mapping this theory onto a social graph. Clearly more work is needed here.
I have officially moved in to my new apartment. If you are wondering how it is: it is sufficient. Here is a tour for the visual impaired: walk down stairs, enter door. Look left – kitchen with table and 2 chairs. Pantry. Look straight – two padded chairs (probably for “relaxing”) and a computer desk with rolly chair. Look to your 1:00, door to the bathroom containing 1 toilet, 1 sink, and 1 shower/bathtub. At your 10:30 you’ll spot the entrance to my bedroom which contains 1 bed, 1 dresser (or is it a bureau) and some (2) closets. There are lights, windows, and such, but as a visual impaired or text-based explored they aren’t really relevant.
The moving-in to an apartment process was interesting. I now have more steak knifes than I do fingers. In the absence of a saw, I have been using one of them to cut wood and other materials as needed. I don’t know who spread the rumor that I eat steak often and require knifes for it, I do not. I will provide more details on this adventure later when I feel like talking about a less pungent topic.
Tonight I was in the Union working on a few projects I have coming down the pipeline. If you were in the Office (you weren’t) you would have thought a hockey game was going on, I was completely alone. You might also conclude that no one is on campus, which would have been right if many of my colleagues didn’t move in today. Coupled with the loud freshmen dance party going on down in the McNeil room, I was feeling fairly lonely. It was just me, Rails 3, Amazon’s S3, and some popular music from the party lofting in. I recall visiting the “dance” during my freshmen orientation. If you’re familiar with the decor in the McNeil Room you’ll note the walls don’t take well to a floral pattern. Obviously I stayed for under a minute before strategically departing. In my head I ran a quick simulation of actually attending such an event, but then I quickly remembered that a) that doesn’t happen and b) when it does there is no one there.
I came to the conclusion that I am not a day late and a dollar short, I’m just the guy stuck living in the USSR.
Good night moon.