No place to study (except in the study area and everywhere else)

It’s student election time again. In the spring, we vote for Student Body President, Vice President, and Treasurer, along with representatives for freshmen, sophomores, colleges, and grad students. Sound exciting? Oh, it is.

At UF, one political party controls most of Student Government. It’s the party that all of the fraternities and sororities happen to support, and these days it’s known as the Unite Party. They always win.

There’s also one or several opposition parties. The past few semesters, there have been the Orange & Blue Party and the Progress Party, but after cannibalizing each other’s votes last semester, they’ve decided to (ahem) unite as the Student Alliance. Their presidential candidate is Ben Cavataro, whom I mentioned around this time last year. He used to represent my dorm in Student Government, and I have a high opinion of him.

One of the big issues this semester is the student union. The university wants to increase tuition so it can raise funds to expand the building. The majority party, which basically always does whatever the university administration wants, supports the plan. The issue is now on the ballot for students to vote on (albeit in a non-binding manner).

This week, I’ve seen official-looking signs posted in the student union that list so-called problems with the current building and the benefits of jacking up our tuition to fix them. One of the “problems” is that the building has “no place to study,” even though a large study area was just built about a year ago. Today (well, yesterday, since I’m writing this after midnight), I wrote a letter to a student newspaper expressing my outrage at the university for creating these signs with false statements.

Then I read today’s issue of the paper and found out that the signs had been created by a student-run campaign, not the university. Oops. By the time I was able to send a correction to the newspaper, they told me that my letter had already gone to press. Tomorrow, a lot of people might realize that I’m not technically right. Boo.

In my defense, the signs were misleading and were placed very prominently, as if the university had endorsed their message. In fact, that’s actually likely because I’ve never seen any other student group’s signs placed at the entrances of the building for all to see. As if that weren’t enough, some university departments actually have officially endorsed the campaign.

Also, my letter can pretty much be read as though I’m criticizing the university for allowing the signs to be put up, so all in all, I guess I’m still right. I just hope no one nitpicks.

Here’s an old video about how they make food look good for TV commercials. (Via The Presurfer)

This compact calendar is pretty clever. (Via Lifehacker)

I knew I’d seen this cliché in about a million TV shows and movies: Let’s Enhance. (Via waxy.org)

Cheap books are OK

So, yeah. I got back to Gainesville on Monday, and the first day of classes was Tuesday. This week’s been pretty good so far except for the cold weather, which I’m not too fond of. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow and Saturday, and apparently people have heard that there’s a very slight chance of snow flurries and are blowing it out of proportion. In Florida, we get excited about the possibility of snow.

My classes are all okay so far because I haven’t done too much in them yet. Two of my four classes are taught by professors whose classes I’ve had before. Neither of them are really great, but I’d rather have a mediocre professor than one who might be terrible. I am risk-averse.

I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t allotted any textbook money from the great State of Florida this semester, so I had to fend for myself. Buying my books from the university bookstore would have set me back $500, even if I got as many of them used as possible. Fortunately, I found much better deals online with Book Burro.

The books I did get were so cheap because they’re all international editions. Apparently textbook companies sell identical copies of their books for lower prices in South and Southeast Asia. They all have warnings on them saying they’re not authorized for sale outside those regions. For example:

If you purchased this book within the United States or Canada you should be aware that it has been wrongfully imported without the approval of the Publisher or the Author. [emphasis added]

“Wrongfully,” in the eyes of the publisher, but not illegally. The first-sale doctrine prevents from publishers from dictating how their books can be sold after they are sold for the first time. This is why secondhand bookstores exist. The publishers would shut them all down in an instant if they could, but they can’t, and the rest of us are better off for it.

Tomorrow Katja will be coming to Gainesville. I’ve been looking forward to this day for a while now, so I’m pretty excited. I’ve made a list of some things that we can do here in town, but it seems that she’ll want to do a lot of relaxing. I’m good for that, too. It makes things less hectic for me. But who knows when I’ll have time to blog next? Hopefully soon, but not too soon.

Peter over at Greatplay.net explains Why 2012 Will Not Be The End of the World.

Quizipedia is a fill-in-the-blank game with sentences taken from Wikipedia articles. (Via J-Walk Blog)

The visitor

I survived Finals Week ’09. Well, Finals Week Fall ’09, to be exact. And, presumably, every previous one. (T-shirt idea: “I survived the first x years of my life.”)

Now, have I really not mentioned Katja here since the summer? It seems that I haven’t. This must be corrected.

I met her at an Esperanto event in Slovakia. She’s Russian. Rather than communicating in English or Russian (the latter of which I don’t know—ФЯ DФ I ИФШ?—eh, no, I don’t), we used Esperanto. Her name is Ekaterina, which is Russian for Catherine, and her nickname is Katya. In Esperanto that’s spelled Katja, and when speaking English, she goes by Kate.

Since meeting over the summer, we’ve stayed in touch, still writing to each other in Esperanto. (You may recognize Kate as the author of some recent comments on this here blog.) And as it happens, she had been planning to come to the States, so she’s going to drop by when she’s here early next year, i.e., in a few weeks. And no, it really isn’t just to see me; she had been planning the trip before we met. Even so, it’ll be really cool to have someone visit me from so far away.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to having her as a guest here in Gainesville (and at my home in South Florida, since we’ll have a three-day weekend).

Stay tuned, because more exciting Europe ’09 follow-ups are on the horizon. But first, I’m heading home for winter break. Yeeeaah!

Need to know how to pronounce a famous (or currently newsworthy) person’s name? The Name Engine has got you covered. I had been wondering about Ndamukong Suh. And hey, it looks like their whole directory of sound files is accidentally browsable. (Via J-Walk Blog)

A graph: A Graphic History of Newspaper Circulation Over the Last Two Decades. (Via waxy.org)

Exams are exciting

Busy times again. Yesterday was the last day of classes. Some professors decide to have their final exams on the last day instead of during exam week, so I had two exams yesterday. I had studied a lot for them the day before, so they weren’t too hard. I already know that I got an A in Statistics, which I thought would be impossible.

It kind of puzzles me that I’m still having to take classes like Statistics that really have nothing to do with my major. I tell people who go to other universities the kinds of classes I’m taking, and they’re also puzzled, which in turn makes me mad. I don’t want anyone to think I’m getting a bad education. I think I’ve touched on this theme before, but I’m too lazy to find the link.

The professor of my Data Structures and Algorithms class (the most important class I’m taking) says they don’t have time to teach us computer science and computer engineering majors everything, especially when it comes to programming languages. He suggests that we go off and learn some languages on our own. It’s not a bad idea, but I’d like to learn more than one language in school.

Isn’t it obvious why there’s no time? It’s because the university, or whoever tells them what they have to teach, insists that students have well-rounded college education. The Dutch sisters I met on the train from Venice to Zagreb this summer were puzzled by that idea. I could see their point. If I wanted to have a well-rounded education, I would have gone to high school. Oh, wait, I already did!

Sure, it would reflect well on me to learn programming languages by myself (as I actually have). And sure, it’s not the worst thing in the world to write essays about the spice trade on the Indian Ocean during the Middle Ages and early modern period (as I also have). But I daresay that time spent doing the latter when I should be concentrating on the former is not time well spent. And they wonder why they can’t teach us enough of what we need to know…

Anyway, I have an exam on Saturday and my last one on Tuesday. I’m not sure exactly when I’ll be going home yet.

Joshua reports on abuse of authority and endorsement of religion at California public school. He’s started a letter-writing campaign to stop the injustice. I’ve been too busy to write a letter, but I hope to get to that soon if it’s still necessary.

And here’s A Flowchart to Determine What Religion You Should Follow. (Via Pharyngula)

Some weather

The winners never say “It’s only a game…”

Remember how college football equals epic drama?

In September of last year, the Florida Gators suffered an embarrassing loss to Ole Miss at home. After the game, Tim Tebow, the Gators’ star quarterback, promised that no one would work harder than he would for the rest of the season. The Gators went on to win every game, including their conference championship and the national championship. The words of “The Promise” were etched onto a plaque outside the stadium. Tebow led the Gators through this season undefeated as well, for a total of 22 victories in a row.

The fun came to an end tonight as Alabama crushed Florida to win the conference championship.

I was watching at my friend Andrea’s apartment. All of us—she, her boyfriend, her other friends, and I—were on edge the whole time. The Gators never led in the game. A comeback looked less and less likely. Finally, the score was 32-13 in the fourth quarter, and the announcers were declaring it over. Alabama had possession and took a knee. Tim Tebow cried. He had already played the last home game of his career. The team’s hopes for a repeat national title were ruined.

A lot of thoughts were going around in my mind. I was tense. I could feel my heart beating in my stomach. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time, and I have had some pretty bad times. I thought about how I could cheer myself up. If I had a bottle, I would drink. If I had a girl, I would kiss her. But there was nothing I could do. I wondered if I was the only person in the room who felt this way. Everyone else seemed to be laughing it off. Maybe they were just coping better.

Rather than sticking around to watch more TV, we went out. I kept my sweater on over my Gators shirt. We went to the mall, where I couldn’t help but see tons of Gators merchandise for sale. We walked around for a little bit, I guess to get some milkshakes. I got one. Then we went to Target, where there was also tons of Gators merchandise in view. Andrea and some of the others bought cases of Dr Pepper, which happened to be the main sponsor of tonight’s game.

I felt like it was letting it get to me too much, but I didn’t want to say that because then everyone else would know it was getting to me too much. I think they all could tell, anyway. (If not, I’ve just blown my cover.) They took me back to my apartment, and to my dismay, I realized it was only nine o’clock. I had been counting on plopping right into bed, but it was too early. Oh, the world can be cruel sometimes.

I know, I know. This is a ridiculous thing to get worked up about. It is only a game. It’s an hour of bulky sociology majors trying to move an oddly-shaped ball from one end of a field to the other in short bursts. It’s not politics. It’s not love. It’s not like anyone died.

This is where I would rebut those potential criticisms and point out why it is in fact important, but I’m coming up short. All I know is that a lot of people had their hopes riding on this season, and that everyone who hates the Gators will have a field day. Actually, thanks to the magic of Facebook, I can tell that they already are. I guess that’s the worst part for me since I have thin skin. Being a loser isn’t fun.

Yes, this post is going to look stupid in the distant or not-so-distant future. But I don’t know which is worse: feeling sad about this or knowing that it doesn’t matter. When I’m feeling down about something, I want it to believe it’s important, so I’d rather not hear optimistic words of wisdom, even though they often are true.

Meanwhile, the struggle between emotion and reason goes on. So, in spite of myself, I’d like to offer the following. Feel free to hold hands with the people next to you and sing along.

We are the boys from old Florida,
F-L-O-R-I-D-A,
Where the girls are the fairest,
The boys are the squarest
Of any old state down our way.

We are all strong for old Florida,
Down where the old Gators play.
In all kinds of weather,
We’ll all stick together
For F-L-O-R-I-D-A.

Here’s something few people will be interested in: A Literary Appreciation of the Olson/zoneinfo/tz Database. (Via waxy.org)

Watch old movies you’ve never heard of at Classic Cinema Online. (Via Lifehacker)

Appreciation

All is quiet on the World of Stuff front. Okay, I guess you guys don’t think polished writing about potentially lethal fast-food menu items is very much worth commenting on. Noted. I never know which posts are going to be snoozers and which aren’t.

This past week at work, there was a sort of appreciation week going on. People were getting appreciated left and right. Even we, the humble IT workers way back in the corner of the building got some love. On Thursday, I got a half-dozen homemade blueberry muffins from a student group whose web site I run. And on Friday, we had a Thanksgiving feast for lunch. During the meal, we were asked to select a needy child to buy Christmas gifts for, and my IT co-workers and I decided to provide for a two-year-old boy who wanted some toy trucks.

Yes, ’tis the season to ask your professors if they’re holding class the day before Thanksgiving (and of course, they all are). The student body voted last year to make the day before Thanksgiving a university holiday, but it won’t go into effect for a few years because they draw up each year’s calendar far in advance.

How Races and Religions Match in Online Dating. (Via waxy.org)

A Google employee realized that many people don’t know what a browser is even though they spend a lot of time using one. To that end, he created a short video with an explanation. (Via Lifehacker)

Get databased

As you may know, I volunteer for Get Carded, a student group that raises awareness about organ donation on Florida college campuses. It’s my third year with them, and this time, some things are different. One of the two co-directors of the group has graduated, and his would-be replacement is no longer around due to some drama that apparently occurred over the summer. It’s unfortunate because we’d all been a friendly bunch for as long as I’d been a member.

But that wasn’t the only big change to happen the summer. Get Carded’s parent organization has been put in charge of Florida’s organ donor database, and it’s now taking registrations online. In the past, we distributed organ donor cards, but now we just tell people to go to the web site (or to mail in a form). Our first tabling event was last week, and I had to update my spiel.

The tabling was part of a week-long PR blitz for homecoming week. It started on Monday night when we painted the 34th Street Wall, the only place in town where graffiti is tolerated. Our tabling was Wednesday, and the group also made itself present at the homecoming parade on Friday, although I pulled out of my commitment to that one due to unforeseen circumstances. (I’d been at probably every event for the past two years, so I felt I had the privilege. Also, the co-directors didn’t care.)

Incidentally, the new database makes the name “Get Carded” go from confusing to completely inaccurate. We were told that there was a strong push to change the name, but one of the better-established chapters wouldn’t have it. Branding, y’know.

Are you a Florida resident? Are you an organ donor? (Check your driver’s license if you’re not sure; it would say “Organ Donor” under your signature.) If you’re not, go to donatelifeflorida.org to sign up right now. It just takes a minute, and you’ll be able to edit your personal details whenever they change. (For the question “How did you learn about Florida’s donor registry?” we ask people to select “College campaign” and then specify “UF.” It make it sounds like a cheesy competition, but that’s really how the state organization judges our success.)

And if you have any questions about becoming an organ donor, just ask me.

Remember when people used more than one search engine? A lot of those old ones are still around. See Popular Search Engines in the ’90s: Then and Now. (Via The Presurfer)

For the people who are older than I am: Old Operating Systems Don’t Die.

Homegoing

It’s that time of year again. Homecoming, a university holiday, was yesterday, so I had no classes (or work, since I work at the university). I took advantage of the opportunity to have some fun. As I said last weekend,

I’m going to Howl-O-Scream at Busch Gardens with Andrea and friends on Thursday night. I haven’t been there since I was too short or wimpy to ride the brand-new Montu, and I’ve never been to a Halloween-type event at a theme park (omg omg omg so awesome how could you not ahve ever been).

So we set off on Thursday afternoon. Once we got to Tampa, we had dinner at Friday’s, where Andrea’s friend Billy met up with us. Next, we headed to Busch Gardens. It was dark by the time we got there.

For Howl-O-Scream, the rides that aren’t rollercoasters turn into haunted houses and the rides that are rollercoasters turn into rollercoasters at night. The haunted houses have different themes like haunted prison, haunted sorority house, haunted house, etc. I didn’t think they were too scary, but some people in line behind me begged to differ. A lot. But as long as you realize that people are going to be jumping out at you and screaming at every turn, you can prepare yourself for it. (Actually, they seemed to single out the people who looked like they would be scared the most; most of them didn’t jump out at me.)

Also, rollercoasters. I finally did ride Montu (and Kumba as well). The rollercoaster enthusiasts of us also wanted to go on SheiKra, but it would have taken an hour and a half to wait in the line, so we decided to go to some more haunted houses instead. Maybe next time. Rollercoasters are awesome at night.

The lines seemed to get longer and longer as the night went on; Andrea said it was much more crowded than it was when she went last year. At 00:30 (yeah), the park started closing, so we headed out. After parting ways with Billy, we headed to Andrea’s house in Lakeland, where we spent the night.

The next morning, we enjoyed some doughnuts (courtesy of Andrea’s parents) before setting off for Gainesville. The traffic in G-ville was terrible, probably due to the homecoming pep rally, Gator Growl, which was that night. I didn’t go, as usual, but at least they got a comedian I had heard of. Today’s football game is designated as the homecoming game, which doesn’t really mean anything (I think) except that we’re really supposed to win.

Anyway, I had a good time with Andrea and pals, and I’d be glad to go on some kind of trip like that again.

Here’s a funny letter (supposedly) from John F. Kennedy. (Via J-Walk Blog)

The BBC has an interesting article on Samuel Johnson’s influential dictionary of the English language.

Dinner at Andrea’s

Now that I attend a university with a top-ranked football team, I watch a lot of football games. Usually, I watch them alone because everyone else is going to the game or going out drinking or just doing something else entirely. That’s all fine and good, but it’s nice to actually socialize once in a while.

So I was pretty pleased when my friend Andrea invited me over to watch the game. A few of her other friends came too, and we watched (in HD) while having some pizza and snacks. I actually got there way early and stayed way late (through Saturday Night Live), so there were a lot of good times to be had. Well, I thought so, anyway.

The game itself was good too. The #1 Florida Gators’ star quarterback had suffered a concussion in the previous game, and no one knew if he would be able to play in this, the biggest game of the season (at #4 LSU). He was finally cleared to play, and he lead the team to its fifteenth straight win by a score of 13-3. College football = epic drama.

During the game, the announcers offered a trivia question (brought to you by Aflac): when was the last time LSU hosted a game between Top 5 teams? I impressed or creeped out everyone present by knowing not only the year but also the teams, rankings, and score. (1959, #1 LSU def. #3 Ole Miss 7-3.)

I had read it in the newspaper the day before. I swear, they must get all their trivia questions from the college paper because that’s not the first time that’s happened. Anyway, I happened to come across that fact in an article, and I thought, That’s interesting; I’ll absorb it with my mind. Maybe it’ll come in handy someday!

Anyway, it looks like the fun times will continue because I’m going to Howl-O-Scream at Busch Gardens with Andrea and friends on Thursday night. I haven’t been there since I was too short or wimpy to ride the brand-new Montu, and I’ve never been to a Halloween-type event at a theme park (omg omg omg so awesome how could you not ahve ever been). Friday is Homecoming, a school holiday. Nice.

From Rocketboom: Know Your Meme: FAIL. (Via The Presurfer)

Birds on wires = music notes on a staff? See what some birds sound like when they’re turned into notes. It’s actually quite nice. (Via waxy.org)

Mind mashup

One of the organizations I’m involved with is Florida Free Culture, UF’s chapter of Students for Free Culture. On Tuesday, we had an event called Mind Mashup. It took place in the main library on campus and was organized with the help of the librarians. Thanks, librarians!

At the event, we explained the concepts of the public domain and Creative Commons, demonstrated some free software for editing photos, audio, and video. We also presented a list of public domain and CC-licensed resources for people to mash up. In our advertising for the event, we had suggested that people bring their laptops so they could follow along and start right away. Some people did.

The event was actually pretty well attended, particularly by student journalists. I got pulled aside to talk to an Alligator reporter’s microphone, and an Alligator photographer got some shots of me.

The brief article appeared the next day. Of course, the only photo they published was of our only demonstration of a non-free program, viz. Adobe Premiere. I wasn’t quoted, but they did post some of my sound bites with the online version of the article, so you can hear my all of my hemming and hawing.

When the Mind Mashup was over, I hurried to the building next door to get to the Esperanto Club meeting, where Andy was giving a lesson in my absence.

In other news, I met my new roommate on Monday night. I haven’t seen too much of him around, but he seems like a good guy. I think we’ll get along well. But here’s a funny thing: remember how I said, like, last week that people shouldn’t assume that everyone is straight until proven gay? Well, I assumed my roommate would be white, but he’s black. All I can say is: daaaang.

Pretty interesting: some irate messages hidden in old video games by their developers. (Via waxy.org)

What the Internet Knows About You can tell you what popular web sites you’ve recently visited. Find out how it works for the details of this clever exploit. (Via waxy.org)