The Landa Kongreso: Sunday

This is the second post in a three-part series on my trip to the 58th annual National Congress of Esperanto-USA. Here’s the previous installment in case you missed it. And for Andy’s point of view on what happened the first day, read his post, “At the National Esperanto Convention (Part 1).”

On Sunday morning, Andy and I went with some of our cohorts to Caribou Coffee. I made sure to get back to the hotel in time to listen to a lecture by the eminent Esperantist Humphrey Tonkin, who talked about the need for Esperanto organizations to adapt to today’s Internet-based society. Next, there was supposed to be a video chat with participants at the Russian Esperantists’ Congress, which was going on in St. Petersburg at the same time. For whatever reason, they weren’t able to get that going, but I managed to text Kate, who was at the Russian convention.

At the same time in another room, Andy gave a presentation about the different types of sounds in Esperanto and their representation in the International Phonetic Alphabet. Even though his lecture wasn’t listed on the program, the room filled up. I was going back and forth, trying to see if they had gotten the video chat working yet. Andy didn’t mind because what he was saying wasn’t new to me. That’s the kind of stuff we talk about in the living room on Thursday nights.

Next, it was getting to be lunchtime, so a bunch of people went to Chipotle, also a short walk away from the hotel. After that, I attended lectures about Esperanto-USA’s website, how to lecture about Esperanto, and the World Esperanto Association’s relationship with the United Nations. Those were all okay, but I was really looking forward to Darcy’s talk about her experiences starting and running an Esperanto club at a university. I think her talk was better attended than most of the others. The main bits of advice that I took away were to emphasize to people that Esperanto is fun and to make all of the club meetings fun.

After that, there were some games going on. Some of us got wrapped up in a game that involved guessing words one letter at a time. That was fun, and it seemed like a good way to build vocabulary. (Maybe we can play it at our meetings next year.) While that was going on, the rest of the youths (and some of the semi-youths) decided to go to a nearby tapas bar called Jaleo, so Andy and I joined them. I think there were 18 of us in all, sitting at two long tables. I just ordered some gazpacho, which I hadn’t had since I had first tried it in Spain last year. Ah, the memories…

After our early (or seemingly early) dinner, we went back to the hotel, and I sat in on a lecture about the 6th World Congress of Esperanto, which was held in Washington, DC, in 1910. (Its 100th anniversary was one of the factors in the decision to hold the national convention in the DC area this year.) The lecturer mainly showed contemporary newspaper articles, which described the events of each day of the congress in detail. More people were aware of Esperanto back then.

Next, there was some entertainment, including a much-hyped visit from a mysterious guest. The mysterious guest turned out to be one of the guys from the conference in drag lipsynching to Esperanto translations of “Material Girl” and “Dancing Queen.” There were also more conventional performances of bluegrass and other folk-type music, mostly in Esperanto. I especially enjoyed a performance of “Here Comes the Sun” in Esperanto on the ukulele. In between performers, we watched Conlang, a humorous short film about a power struggle in a small club for lovers of constructed languages.

After that, it was pretty late, but I and the other young types decided to go out. Some of us wanted to go out for a bite, and some of us just wanted to go out for a bit. I was all for going to the diner that they had gone to the night before. Like everything else, it was a short walk away from the hotel. It was called the Tastee Diner, and it was definitely the dineriest diner I had ever been to. We had the same waitress, a young woman with a strong Russian accent, that they had been served by the night before. I got a patty melt and chili cheese fries, but it was a tough decision to make. I wanted everything.

Back at the hotel, I was able to sleep in a bed because some people had already left. I slept better than I had the night before, when I had slept on the floor.

Watch this really, really epic TV theme song medley. I’ve only seen a few of the shows, but I still thought it was well done. (Via waxy.org)

Some guy writes about why theatre was the most important class he ever took. (Via Lifehacker)

Graffiti that dares to be erased: “COME ON PAINT ME WHITE AGAIN.” This really reminds me of my friend Brian. Brian, if you’re reading this… sarcastic graffiti makes me think of you? (Via waxy.org)

The Landa Kongreso: Saturday

When I was in Europe, I spent quite some time at Esperanto events. But I had never been to one in my own country… till last weekend.

My Esperantist friend and roommate Andy has been away for the summer, but we met up at the Jacksonville airport on Saturday. I took a bus there; Andy flew from Fort Lauderdale. From Jacksonville we flew to Baltimore, where Andy’s dad met us and drove us to the site of Esperanto-USA‘s national convention, a hotel in Bethesda, Maryland, near Washington, DC.

Andy and I arrived during one of the excursions to Washington, so not a lot of people were around. We registered on-site (not much planning had gone into this trip) and hung around, waiting for people to come back. The person I most looked forward to seeing was Darcy Ross, who had started an Esperanto club at the University of Illinois around the same time that Andy and I started one at the University of Florida. I wanted to know the secret to her success; while our club had virtually no members, Darcy had brought some of her many club members to the convention for the second year in a row.

Fortunately for Andy, there was a piano in the hotel, so we spent a lot of time hanging around there as Andy played. Some other Esperantists who were milling around conversed with us. I had seen in the program that there was an “official” cafe that was giving a discount to convention participants, so Andy and I decided to check it out. It was a Caribou Coffee located a short walk down the street from the hotel. It seemed exactly like a Starbucks, except it was decorated more like a lodge and less like a generic coffee place.

A little while later, it was getting to be dinnertime. Andy and I decided not to go to the banquet, which would have cost us around $40 per plate. Instead, we went to dinner with Andy’s dad and his dad’s friends, who lived nearby and let us stay at their house. We ended up having dinner at a Lebanese restaurant that was a short distance away from the hotel. By the time we were ready to leave the restaurant, it was getting late, but Andy and I decided to go back to the hotel instead of going to the house where we had planned on staying.

At the hotel, we finally met the famous Darcy Ross, who was very surprised to see us there. (To be fair, I was surprised to see us there too, since we had decided to go less than two weeks before.) Darcy had her friends from her Esperanto club with her—we called them her sheep—and there were a few people from other universities as well. They all (including Andy) wanted to go out to a club, and I, having woken up very early that morning, didn’t. So they went out, and they let me sleep on the floor in one of their hotel rooms.

Stay tuned for the rest, because it gets more interesting.

One of those lists again: the Top 5 Unluckiest People Who Ever Lived. (Via The Presurfer)

This may be a repost, but I like it. Book-A-Minute is a collection of extremely condensed versions of classic books.

You know how you always hear about people who are in the hospital in critical condition or stable condition or something like that? They just expect you to know what each one means. Wikipedia explains the whole scale of medical states.

Esperanto in the USA

Last year, just before Andy and I left for our European vacation, Andy made a quick trip to St. Louis for Esperanto-USA‘s national congress (convention). At the time, I said,

Although he makes spontaneous trips like that all the time, I wasn’t ready to take a plane trip halfway across the country on a few days’ notice. He called me a few times and seemed to be having a good time. I wish I could have been there. Maybe we can go together next year with some more planning.

Well, with a little more planning, we’re going. This year’s congress is in Washington, DC, which I first visited only a few months ago with some other friends. There were piles of snow everywhere then, and now it’s probably as hot as it is here, so that should be interesting. Oh, and I have my own camera this time!

I’m in Gainesville, and Andy is in South Florida, but isn’t stopping us from traveling together. Tomorrow, Andy’s taking a flight that goes from Fort Lauderdale to Jacksonville and then to Baltimore. I’m going to get on the plane in Jacksonville. Andy’s dad is going to pick us up in Baltimore and take us to Bethesda, Maryland, where the congress actually is. We’ll be staying with friends of Andy’s dad. On the way home, Andy and I (and Andy’s dad’s car) are taking the Auto Train from Lorton, Virginia, to Sanford, Florida, overnight. From there we’ll drive back to Gainesville, hopefully in time for my class.

It’s funny. I never used to consider myself a big traveler. Before last year, I had only flown in an airplane twice. Tomorrow I’ll have flown five times in 369 days!

Anyway, when we’re not traveling, we’ll be checking out the sights in Washington and spending time with some cool Esperantists from throughout the country. I expect to have a good time and do a lot of interesting stuff. I’ll be sure to write all about it when I get back.

Wired presents: science! How to Make a Solar Cell with Donuts and Tea.

Interfaith forum

Regular readers probably have forgotten that I attend meetings of Gator Freethought, the campus organization that’s friendly to atheists, agnostics, and all others who question religious beliefs. We’ve had our last meeting of the year, but that wasn’t the end. Blake, the outgoing president of the club, was going to be representing freethought at an interfaith forum on campus.

The event was held on Wednesday evening, the last day of classes, in the smaller ballroom in the student union. There were a lot of empty seats, probably because people were at home studying for their upcoming exams. I guessed that most of the audience members were there to see their guy or gal take part in the discussion; not many people looked like they were genuinely disinterested. I have to admit I was in the former camp. I sat with a group of Freethought members.

(Derail: People always seem to say “disinterested” when they mean “uninterested.” I’ve also seen an excellent clip from The Rachel Maddow Show [which I otherwise don't watch, by the way] in which Ms. Maddow says “uninterested” instead of “disinterested.” If you’re uninterested, you don’t have any interest—you’re bored or you don’t care—and if you’re disinterested, you don’t have any interests—anything that could be considered a possible source of bias or prejudice. Paul Brians has an entry on this error in his Common Errors in English Usage web site, which is worth checking out. In the associated book, there’s a cartoon in which a man says to a woman something like, “Let me make myself clear: I’m not disinterested, I’m uninterested.”)

Um, right. So, the forum was emceed jointly by what appeared to be a Christian and a Muslim. Answering their questions, as well as some from the audience, were the panelists:

• Representing Christianity was a guy from Campus Crusade for Christ. He seemed ill at ease and spoke with thinly disguised contempt at the other belief systems that were represented. He must have said that Jesus “stepped into the pages of history” at least six or seven times. I was surprised they couldn’t get a better speaker, considering how many Christians there are.
• Representing Islam was a dapper local businessman. He had a good sense of humor and explained how Islam gives people advice on how to live their everyday lives. He used the word “brother” in referring to some of the other panelists and joked with brother Blake that only a freethinker was brave enough to sit between a Muslim and a Jew.
• Blake was the only student on the panel. His answers were short and to the point (giving him less of a chance to dig himself into a hole, he said later), and he was careful to represent freethought in general without mentioning the A-word. I liked his answer to the question, “Who is the most important figure in your religion (or lack thereof)?” He said, “Yourself,” because freethought is about thinking freely (hmm…) and not taking for granted the things that other people tell you.
• Representing Judaism was a local rabbi, who explained how Judaism also gave advice for everyday life. A kid from the audience, badly feigning ignorance, asked him some innocent-sounding questions to try to get him to link Judaism with Zionism. The rabbi didn’t fall for it. You could have cut the tension in that room with a knife right then.
• Speaking for all denominations of Hinduism was a distinguished Indian woman of a certain age. She explained how Hindu beliefs and practices vary greatly and called out some of the moderators’ questions as being specifically geared toward the Abrahamic religions. She had to dip out about halfway through, so she made a quip about avatars as another distinguished Indian woman of a certain age took her place.
• Speaking specifically for Hare-Krishna-ism while wearing Krishna robes and Krishna face paint was a young representative from the local Krishna House. She gushed with enthusiasm while getting all buddy-buddy with the other Hindu and quoting the Bhagavad Gita in Sanskrit. Though she would get extra credit in the enthusiasm department, she used a lot of terms that were vague (like everyone’s favorite, “energy”) or not very clear to us laypeople.
• Finally, representing the Bahá’í Faith, whose name I had to copy and paste from the Wikipedia article, was a professor or something (what, you want me to actually read the program I took home?). The Bahá’í Faith (Ctrl-V) is essentially a greatest-hits compilation of the world’s major religions, but Ms. Bahá’í Faith didn’t do a good job of explaining what it was actually about. She talked a lot without saying very much.

It was a great way for Blake to go out as Gator Freethought’s president. He was definitely one of the better speakers on the panel, and even though freethought was the odd belief system out (as evidenced by the tacking-on of “or lack thereof” to seemingly every question), he did a good job of representing our club.

And this is what I do when I should be studying for exams. I’ll be glad to have them over with. By the time I write my next post, I’ll be home free… for a little while.

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What to say, what not to say

Yeah, so I’ve been pretty busy. I know, I tend to start a lot of posts with that, but it is true. Sometimes I actually have (gasp) homework.

But in between homework sessions, there’s this little thing called life, and things do happen to me. Some of them are interesting or even blogworthy. Those things often end up here in the blog. Often, but not always.

As I get older and more people I know are aware of my blog, I feel that there are more things I can’t say.

“What?!” you ask. “You just wrote a five-part series detailing every waking hour you spent with your special friend Kate. You kissed and told. You even mentioned that you cried.”

Okay, first of all, crying is okay sometimes, especially if it’s one’s party and one wants to. Second of all, more things happened than I mentioned in my blog posts, either because I momentarily forgot about them (for example, Kate and I played some eight-ball at the student union one day—I forget which day it was, but I remember the TVs were all tuned to sports channels, which were announcing the news of Lane Kiffin‘s move to USC) or because they just aren’t things I want to share with the world. You know?

You’ve probably heard about bloggers who got fired from their jobs because of something they said on their blog. It’s kind of like that as well. I don’t want to say anything that will make me look bad to potential employers (although I think I kind of have already, though I won’t link to any examples for obvious reasons), and once I get a full-time job, I probably won’t mention it very much as a precaution. It might also be very boring as well.

Also, have a look at the archives for September 2003, won’t you? There are a lot of minutiae in there. I don’t bother too much with the little things about my day anymore. Maybe they no longer interest me, but I think it’s mainly because I just tend toward longer, less frequent blog posts. I guess I prefer them that way because I want each of them to have a lot of substance. I want them to really be good reading.

What brought this about? My friend Andy recently mentioned in his new blog that he admired my “ability to censor [my]self enough so that [my] blog is not just random thoughts” but also “to be open enough so that [my] blog is interesting.” My initial reaction was: He doesn’t know the half of it! Boy, do I ever censor myself. I probably censor myself more than not… whatever that means. Or something like that.

What really brought this about was that last night I had a dream that one of my female friends was smooching me. I wanted to talk about it with someone to try to see what it meant, but how best to go about that? I certainly wouldn’t mention it to the girl herself. (Creep-a-leepy.) And, of course, I ruled out the blog as well. (Sort of.) I ended up talking about it with Andy.

There are many reasons for me not to mention certain things here, but if they’re really interesting, I try to remove any sensitive details (see the previous paragraph for an example). A pretty good story is better than none at all, and you deserve a good story.

Here’s a handy chart showing How the Health Care Overhaul Could Affect You. (Via Lifehacker)

The Bouba/Kiki effect suggests that people might not attach sounds to shapes arbitrarily. Interesting stuff.

Failure Magazine (yes, really) presents a three-part series: Quirkiest Basketball Failures, Parts One, Two, and Three. Related: quirky football injuries.

Photo woes

Okay, I can’t remember everything I’ve ever done. Kate gently reminded me about one of the more interesting gifts she brought me during her stay. Remember how I said I was on the cover of an Esperanto magazine but I didn’t have a copy of it? Kate brought two copies, one for me and one for my parents. Here it is:

The photo was taken at last year’s International Youth Congress of Esperanto in Liberec, Czech Republic. From left to right are Esperantists from South Korea, Togo, Ukraine, and Vietnam. And then there’s me.

Another postscript: When I got home after seeing Kate off, I noticed that the dry erase board on the refrigerator still had a Russian sentence that Kate had written. I took a picture of the board and then went to put the picture on my computer. But… the camera wouldn’t read my memory card. My last memory card.

It had already stopped reading each the others, most recently a few days before. It was now official: I really needed a new camera. My beloved Sony DSC-P73 was a brick.

I had been wanting to buy a new camera for a while, but now I really have a good excuse. My ideal camera is a compact point-and-shoot with manual controls. Oh, and it has to take good pictures. I don’t ask for much, you see. But it turns out that new lower-end point-and-shoots have done away with manual configuration entirely, leaving me with no choice but to jump up to the next price range.

I didn’t want to get a Sony again because I knew how much they love pushing their own proprietary formats, particularly their Memory Stick storage format for cameras. My dad pointed out that some of their new cameras also accept SD cards, which have apparently become the standard while I’ve been busy fiddling with Memory Sticks.

That made me feel a little better, and knowing that Sony products tend to give you a lot of bang for your buck, I had a look at what Sony had to offer. The DSC-H20 and the DSC-HX5V caught my eye. I liked the former because it was cheaper and had already been released. I liked the latter because it was smaller, didn’t have a lens cap, took SD cards, and shot higher-quality video (in stereo, yet).

I’ve decided to go for the HX5V, but apparently it’s not coming out until the end of March. Till then, I am cameraless, which kind of sucks because… I’m going to Washington, DC this weekend!!

That’s right. I’m the secretary of the UF chapter of Students for Free Culture, and we’ve decided (sort of at the last minute) to make the trek to George Washington University for the organization’s Free Culture Conference 2010 this weekend. We’ll be staying with Gavin Baker, the legendary founder of our chapter whom I’ve never met (apparently everyone else who’s going has.

It won’t be snowing, but it will have snowed, so it’ll be the first time I actually see snow. (what jordan u’ve never seen sno? what is wrong with you, dont u ever travel in the winter?? its not like its incovenient or anything…) I’m pretty excited about that. I should have enough warm clothes, but I think I’ll need boots or something to actually walk through the stuff.

If you have a car, you may be interested in this: How to Decode Your Car’s VIN. (Via Lifehacker)

Scientology Sucks is a contest in which participants submit videos of themselves pranking the Scientology cult. The submissions should be posted online tomorrow, and the winners (as judged by the judges) will receive cash prizes.

Kate’s visit, part five

I was tired on Monday night, the 18th, but Kate had been wanting to jam with me and Andy. She had brought sheet music for a couple of songs—”Sunshine of Your Love” and “Tears in Heaven“—and we played them in Andy’s room. Kate played Andy’s keyboard, Andy played his bass, and I played my guitar. Kate also sang on “Sunshine of Your Love.”

The next day was the Kate’s last full day with me. She and I had Krishna lunch on campus again. After lunch, she spent a while in one of the computer labs making arrangements for the last leg of her trip, a few more days in New York. Later, she joined me for my Databases class.

In the evening, Andy, Kate, and I had a good video chat with Kate’s French-Canadian friend. We mostly used Esperanto, but we slipped into English sometimes because her friend was more of a beginner. After that, Kate said her goodbyes to Andy in case we didn’t get a chance to see him in the morning.

Later, I tried figuring out how we would get to the Greyhound station by bus (it’s conveniently not located along a bus route). After much frustration in trying to figure out the best combination of buses, which would have taken at least an hour and a half anyway, Kate suggested that we call for a taxi.

Kate woke up at 6:15 on Wednesday, January 20. Her alarm woke me up, but I lay in bed for a while, trying to go back to sleep. At 7:00, I got up and prepared her usual breakfast of bread and cheese. Even though she was packing her things frantically, I thought we would be late for our cab, which was arriving at 7:30. But somehow, she managed to pull it off, and we were early. She got another chance to say goodbye to Andy, and we went outside, where the taxi was waiting for us.

It was cold and foggy, and I couldn’t remember the last time I was out that early. The drive to the bus station seemed very long. It was essentially a drive across town through some minor streets. Along one of the streets were statues of the planets in planetary order. I hadn’t seen them since my visits to Gainesville as a child, and since I had moved here to go to college, I had always wondered where they were.

The cab driver made small talk, asking how we knew each other and what Kate thought of the country and things like that. I didn’t really feel like answering questions, but I did my best. After all, being a taxi driver has to be one of the most boring jobs. At one point, he got a call on his cell phone, apparently from his son. “Not now,” he said, “Daddy’s got people in the car.” I didn’t ask him about it.

Finally, we arrived at the bus station. I had never been to a Greyhound station before. It was pretty much a large room with a ticket desk, some rows of benches, and a few other people. It didn’t look fancy, but I should have expected as much. We were about a half an hour early, so I sat next to Kate for the last time, away from the TV that was competing for my attention.

We exchanged words. I could see the tears coming down from her eyes. I was starting to get emotional too. This was it.

The bus came. We shared one last kiss, and she got on.

She sat by the window where I could see her. I fought back tears. But she smiled.

She smiled, and I smiled back. The bus moved forward. I followed it through the parking lot until it stopped at the street. She smiled at me again.

The bus turned right and drove away.

I walked the other way, toward the nearest major road, where I could hopefully catch a bus to campus. Cars zoomed past me. It was still kind of cold.

I saw Firpo’s, a diner that we used to go to when I visited Gainesville as a kid. At least, it used to be Firpo’s. It was something different now.

Not far away was my bus stop. According to the bus schedule that was posted there, I had missed the bus by five minutes and would have to wait 55 minutes for the next one. I decided to keep walking instead.

One of my pet peeves is when people treat walking as a last resort, a mode of transportation for only the most destitute and desperate—worse, even, than riding the bus. People are always oddly fascinated if I tell them I spent more than 15 minutes walking to get somewhere, as if using my legs as nature intended were something I should be ashamed of. But what could be more beneficial? It’s good exercise, it’s entertaining, and you’re actually getting something done.

So, I kept walking. I had never seen this part of town. It looked like a lot of other parts, with gas stations, small strip malls, and even some neighborhoods. I passed by a historic house. I had never heard of it, but it was apparently one of the oldest in the city, dating from before the Civil War. I never would have been able to read the historical marker if I were in a car or a bus.

I kept walking. On the opposite side of the road, there was a real estate agent’s office with a marquee in front. I expected it to say something about houses, but it said:

LET GO OF
WHAT EVER HOLDS
YOU BACK

Walking further, I made it to University Avenue and started walking toward campus. This was the way I had walked with Kate when I first met up with her 12 days ago, and now I was making the same walk alone.

I made it to campus and to the building where I work. I had been walking for a little less than an hour. The sun had come up some more, but it was still early for me; I wasn’t supposed to be at work for another hour. But I got started early.

My room seems quiet and empty without Kate here. All of her stuff is gone except for a few things that now decorate my room: the monthly calendar of St. Petersburg, a few more yearly calendars printed on single sheets of paper, a New York City subway map, a tiger-shaped bag containing coins from around the world, and a couple of record albums: a Soviet Beatles compilation album called A Taste of Honey and Paul McCartney’s Снова в СССР.

On my desk, she left a sticky note that she had written on early in her stay. It reads:

Life is a movie
without
a happy end.

Kate’s visit, part three

It was Tuesday, January 12. (I’m really falling behind here.) I went to work/school, and Kate met up with me for lunch. We had the infamous/not-really-infamous Krishna Lunch, served on the Plaza of the Americas outside my workplace, Peabody Hall. Fortunately, Kate liked the food.

After lunch, Kate sat in on my classes. First, there was Numerical Analysis (<sarcasm>fun!</sarcasm>), and later, Databases. Kate actually works with databases and stuff like that, so as the professor was giving a lecture on the basics of SQL, Kate told me that she could probably give the lecture herself. I wouldn’t doubt it.

Tuesday evening was our Esperanto Club meeting in which we would introduce a real Esperanto speaker from an exotic land. I invited 100 people on Facebook, and only one showed up. I blame myself for not promoting the event more, but I didn’t promote it very much because I didn’t have enough time to reserve a room. So I blame myself for not reserving a room before winter break, although I’m not sure if that was possible, so maybe I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. Anyway, the show went on, and we explained to the one guy there how Kate learned and had used Esperanto.

I think it was that night that Kate gave Andy and me a primer on the Russian alphabet. Andy was interested in learning Russian (or maybe just the alphabet, I’m not sure), so we went over the vowels and then the consonants. It took a while—there are a lot of them, and Andy and I were struggling to pronounce some of them. I thought it might be hard to learn a new alphabet, but surprisingly, in the weeks that have followed, I’ve been able to sort of pronounce Russian words that I see.

On Wednesday, Kate got ready in time to go with me to work and class. Wednesdays are kind of frantic for me this semester, so we grabbed a quick lunch at the KFC Express on campus. Kate didn’t really like the food, but I could have guessed as much. I’m glad she tried it, anyway. After that, she sat in on my other classes, Software Engineering and Accounting.

We stayed on campus for dinner because Kate was interested in attending a lecture. We ate at Pollo Tropical at the Reitz Union, and she loved it, which made me happy. (Wikipedia has some bare facts on Pollo Tropical for those of you unfortunate enough not to be graced by its presence within a reasonable distance.) After that, we went to the presentation. A professor from UC Irvine talked about the history of criminal identification technologies, including the rise of fingerprinting and then DNA.

On Thursday, I had my weekly lunch with my sister. We eat at a different place each week, and this week, it was Moe’s. She brought along her friend Nathalie, and I, of course, brought Kate. We didn’t have much time, but Kate and my sister chatted it up.

Kate had been wanting to take an official tour. She had looked into it and said that there would be one starting at 2:00, so we hurried over to the Welcome Center after lunch. I was going to be late for Numerical Analysis, and I wasn’t sure if they gave tours to non-prospective-students, but I thought we should give it a shot. When they asked about her potential relationship to the university, I just told them that she was a junior computer-science major at PBCC looking to transfer, and when asked why I was doing most of the talking for her, I just said her English wasn’t very good (even though it is, I hasten to point out). We had to give her contact information, so I wrote a fake address, and we hurriedly parted ways: my class had just started, and her tour had just started.

Later, while I was at work, she said she had gotten lost from the tour group and would meet me at my Databases class. So she met me there, and afterward, we had a little bit of time to grab coffee (well, she grabbed coffee and I helped her drink it). After that, we went to the Gator Freethought meeting. Kate had asked about any student organizations she might be interested in, so I suggested Gator Freethought, which promotes science, skepticism, and critical thinking. The topic of the meeting was logical fallacies, which I thought was kind of interesting, but the discussion was pretty chaotic, so I wasn’t sure how much of it Kate could follow.

So that was Thursday.

Back to the present for a moment. Today (well, yesterday, since I’m writing this after midnight) I found out that J.D. Salinger had died.

I first read The Catcher in the Rye in my freshman year of high school. It was influential on me, as I noted at the time:

(As a side note, my writing may seem unusually informal today. That’s because I have to read The Catcher in the Rye for English, and it’s written in very informal speech. It’s a good book, if you really want to know. I was actually reading it today while I was waiting for about five hours for my sister to get off the lousy computer. I was that much into the darn book. I mean it.)

Ha ha. I didn’t say “damn.”

Anyway, The Catcher in the Rye instantly became one of my favorite books, and it’s one of the few that I still reread with any regularity. In fact, I was just thinking of picking it up again the next time I go home, which will probably be soon. After recent re-readings, I’ve wondered whether I can still identify with Holden Caulfield. I’m older than him now, after all, and I’m in college. Who’s to know? I guess I’ll have to keep reading to find out.

The Onion has responded to the news in the style of The Catcher in the Rye: Bunch Of Phonies Mourn J.D. Salinger. It actually works well if you think about it.

Kate’s visit, part two

Let’s continue this story.

Sunday, January 10, got off to a slow start. I hadn’t been online much in the past few days, so I was surprised to hear that Ocala and other relatively nearby cities had recorded snow. Gainesville didn’t get so much as a flake.

On my list of places to visit was the Florida Museum of Natural History, located next to the Harn Museum of Art, where we had gone the day before. This time, we made it a group thing, with Andy’s dad driving Kate, Andy, and me to the museum.

I had been looking forward to seeing the museum’s butterfly garden, which is probably the star attraction of the whole place. I hadn’t been there since 2005, before I even considered enrolling at UF. I remember my first visit fondly, but apparently I didn’t actually like it that much. I noted at the time that I

could see butterflies flying around everywhere and stuff. Some were small, some were big, some were bright, dark, old, young, whatever. But there were a whole lot of them. I wasn’t at ease with the whole situation. Butterflies and colleges scare me.

This time, the weather meant that our trip to the butterfly garden was kind of a bust. The plants were all covered up due to the cold. Also, the butterflies were going into quasi-hibernation, said a random worker who was so bored that she decided to act as a tour guide for us. They were just lying around on the ground. She would pick one up and open its wings to show us, but some of them broke when she did that. They were dead.

To make up for the freezing-cold walk through the covered garden with dead butterflies lyin’ all over the place, they let us go into the Rearing Lab, where the butterflies (and moths, to be politically correct) are reared. It was there we encountered the mighty Atlas moth, the world’s largest. I remembered seeing one during my last visit, but I think it was a specimen. In the lab, there were a few just hanging out, and one was flying around. You could hear its wings flap. It was intense.

One of the guys at the rearing lab gave us some fun behind-the-scenes facts. He said they were keeping a lot of the butterflies and moths in the lab instead of letting them go out into the butterfly garden, where they might freeze to death. In lieu of fruit, many of them fed on sugar from Q-Tips soaked in—what else?—Gatorade.

After going to the museum, Andy’s dad treated us to dinner at Olive Garden. Kate seemed to like it, so that was good. I think it was a lot of food for her, so she took her leftovers home and I helped her finish them later.

The next day was Monday. Kate wasn’t ready by the time I had to go to work, so she decided to stay behind and meet me on campus for lunch. When lunchtime rolled around, she said she wouldn’t be able to make it (I think she was catching up on sleep), so she agreed to meet me when I got off of work. That would have been all fine and good, except I had to stay late because I’d just received the files for the new Multicultural and Diversity Affairs web site, and they had to go up that day.

So Kate met me at work while I was working late and got to see some of the typical things I do. She works with databases and programming and stuff like that, so it wasn’t unfamiliar to her. I was worried that she would be bored though, so we looked up things to do. It turned out that they were going to screen The Invention of Lying at the student union, so we decided to go to that. On the way there, I called my friend Natasha to wish her a happy birthday.

I liked the movie, and so did Kate. After that, she got an ice cream cone, and I helped her eat it while we were waiting for the bus home.

Kate actually posted this link on my Facebook page a while back. It’s a quiz called “Can You Guess Where My Accent Is From?” See if you can beat my score of 23.

Here’s a CPU-hungry but cool Flash animation about planetary orbits. (Via The Presurfer)

Kate’s visit, part one

I have returned. Actually, I didn’t go anywhere. Well, actually, I did go somewhere for part of the time, but that doesn’t really have to do with it.

I met Kate at an Esperanto event over the summer. I didn’t think I’d ever see her again, but we stayed in contact, and she came to visit me. I had her as a guest for some twelve days, which I’ll try my best to recount over the next two, three, or however many posts.

On Friday, January 8, she flew from Washington to Orlando and took a bus to Gainesville. We had agreed to meet at the Bo Diddley Community Plaza downtown sometime after 4:00, which was when her bus arrived and my last class got out. I walked downtown. It was cold, and the sky was gray. I was hoping we could do something downtown because there were some interesting things to do there.

I got to the plaza and waited there for a while, taking inventory of the sketchy folks hanging around and making sure none of them were going to sneak up on me. Clearly, this wouldn’t be a good place to go for a stroll. On one turn-around, I saw her approaching on the plaza from the opposite direction I was expecting. We greeted each other in Esperanto and hugged. She had a large backpack and was dressed more warmly than I was.

It was cold and there was nothing to do there, so I figured we should just go back to my apartment. We walked back toward campus, and I reminded her to take pictures of anything she thought looked interesting. We talked about how her trip had been so far and how pleasantly surprised we were to see each other again. We made it back to campus, where I gave a mini-tour in which I talked about everything we saw. Then we took the bus back to my apartment.

Once she got settled in, or maybe even before, we exchanged gifts. Mine were a Florida Gators sweater for cold weather (she had said that she was terribly cold in New York) and a Gators tank top for the hopefully but not actually warmer climes of North Central Florida. (Yeah, I know: “Boo,” “Gators suck,” etc.) Kate presented me with a monthly calendar of St. Petersburg, where she currently lives. I hung it up right away. It’s in Russian and English, and I have it directly above my computer, so I can see that this month is Январь.

We did a lot of things, and it’s been kind of a while now, so there may be some gaps or question marks in the narrative. As I recall, Andy was there to say hello to her (he was traveling with me when I met Kate, so he had already met her too). She wanted some tea, and, as I expected, Andy was there to provide. He didn’t have the exact kind she most wanted to drink, but she drank the regular Lipton stuff anyway. I mentioned that I didn’t exactly know how to make tea, and they joked about it. I would soon be making lots of tea for Kate, who bestowed on me the nickname “Mr. Teamaker.”

Later, Andy’s dad came over and got to meet Kate. I hadn’t heard Kate speak much English, so it was interesting to hear. Andy and his dad went out to eat and made a run to the grocery store after. They asked if we wanted anything, so Kate asked for some things like bread, cheese, and fruit. Later, they brought back the food, and Kate enjoyed her bread and cheese.

On Saturday, I believe it was, Kate surprised me by saying that she wanted to speak Esperanto and English on alternate days so she could practice both. Saturday was an English day. I had made a list of things to do in Gainesville, and we thought about what might be best for that day. After a slow morning, we went to the Harn Museum of Art on the UF campus; it was open, easy to get to, and free. Also, I had never been there, so it would be a new experience for me as well.

I’d seen some pretty crappy art galleries in my time, so I was pleased when the art they had was not so crappy. There was a collection of stuff by American artists, mainly from the early 20th century. New York came up in a lot of the paintings, and I asked Kate if she had been to the places they showed. There were also some African and East Asian artifacts.

By the time we got out of the museum, it was cold. We stood around for a few minutes waiting for the bus when Kate mentioned that she wanted to stop at the supermarket along the way. Being the American that I am, I at first scoffed at her suggestion that we take the 10-minute walk there instead of waiting for the bus. Then I caved, realizing that we could spend up to an hour in the cold while waiting for the bus.

At the supermarket, Kate bought some of her favorite things, including yogurt. I was hoping we could have pasta for dinner with Andy, so I got some tomato sauce. We made it back to the apartment and got cookin’. Actually, Kate and Andy were kind enough to do most of the work. I insisted that Kate didn’t have to do anything because she was the guest, but she wanted to help out.

We enjoyed our dinner in what might be called the dining room, a small area outside Andy’s room that he had just decorated (the dining room, not Andy’s room, although he had just decorated his room as well). We somehow got on the subject of animal onomatopoeias, and I learned that Russian dogs say “guff.” We also practiced our own animal noises, and that’s how barking (guffing?) became a running joke among us.

I didn’t expect to use up that many bytes describing just two days, but this post is getting long and it’s almost midnight, so I’ll stop here for now and continue the narrative later. In the meantime, enjoy these links.

Here’s a chart explaining How to Use an Apostrophe. (Via Lifehacker)

Here’s another chart: Where Should I Eat? Fast Food Edition.