Category - Musings and Observations

I'm back from my weekend vacation in Fort Pierce. Not much has changed, I see. It's the same old world with the same old problems. Same non-problems, too.

The trip was pretty nice. We'd never before brought our Italian greyhound, Speck, so it was interesting to see how he'd react to the ocean. We've established that he's afraid of the pool, but he approached the ocean with interest... until some cold water reached his little paws. That was it for him. Although he was on a leash, he tried as hard as he could to run away. Later, my parents took Speck on a walk, and he got used to the incoming splashes. So my dad decided to carry him into the water. Then he placed him in. Speck tried to swim out of the water, and he had a pretty good go at it. But my dad helped him, and he tried to run back to the umbrella and beach chairs. He was shivering and wet, so he warmed up and dried off in the sun. That was Saturday.

On Sunday, we decided to be nicer to Speckie by not having him go in the water (which actually was pretty cold). So he was just chillin' there in his beach chair under the beach umbrella on the beach. What a good sport. And actually, he didn't make a mess in the condo at all, which is surprising because he's gone through some phases of being pretty non-housebroken (housefixed?).

On our way out on Sunday afternoon, we took a drive north to Vero Beach where we ate at the ice cream store we always make a point to go to. But instead of going back south, we went north to check out Sebastian Inlet. We just took a peek, actually. We continued to go north on A1A, and there weren't many chances to get back to the mainland. Around those parts, the island (whatever it's called) is very narrow and has little more than the road and houses on the beach. It looked like more of the beach houses were for sale than weren't.

We didn't get to turn around till Melbourne, where we could see clouds of smoke rising from what appeared to be a brush fire. As we headed south on I-95 and I thought about how many Wikipedia links I would include in my forthcoming post, we had to take a detour because of the fire. It took a while, but after that, we could get back on 95, and it was smooth sailing (driving) home from there.

I listen to music a lot, usually through headphones. My laptop's speakers aren't very good, and I tend to be self-conscious about the music I like to listen to. Last week, I was using my headphones a lot, and my ears started to hurt. So I did the sensible thing, which was to stop using the headphones. In fact, I stopped listening to music altogether. Only the pain hasn't entirely gone away. It was pretty unbearable at times last week, but my ears seem to be getting better. Either that or I'm getting accustomed to permanent hearing damage. I guess it's less of a hearing impairment than a feeling that I need to pop my ears. I really, really hope it does go away because it's made me think about the things I take for granted as well as my own mortality. It's one thing to say "I am made of meat and chemicals; when I die, my flesh will rot," but it's quite another to be confronted with the risk of losing the amazing ability to hear sounds in one's environment. Okay, ears, I get the message. I promise I'll never abuse you again.

Here's a site about the Pagan Origins of the Christ Myth. Pretty interesting stuff.

Have you ever wanted your own island? They're for sale at Private Islands Online. I checked out the page for Florida. There are a lot of keys you can buy.

One of baseball's most legendary records is (apparently) Joe DiMaggio's 56-game hitting streak in 1941. But how likely was it to happen? Researchers at Cornell University used historical baseball statistics (and a computer) to create 10,000 digital simulations of the entire history of baseball. In each "alternate universe," the players hit and missed randomly, but according to their batting average for that year. So, just how likely was it that Joltin' Joe set this record in our own particular universe? Find out.

This weekend, I'm going with my family to our usual vacation spot on North Hutchinson Island in Fort Pierce. I haven't been there since last March, so I'm looking forward to it. We go at least once every year. A typical trip to the condo entails going to the beach in the morning, playing games in the rec room, eating coffee cake for breakfast, relaxing by the pool, and going to Vero Beach to have ice cream at Cravings. The beach is the best part. While it's true that I live near a public beach, the one at the condo is private, so there's usually nobody there. I'll try not to get sunburned this time.

This is the first time I've gone there since I've had my laptop, so there's no precedent here. I'm not going to bring it because it sort of ruins the idea of having a vacation. We're also bringing the dog for the first time, presumably because we can't find someone to look after him. He's been good lately, so I don't expect any trouble. But we'll see.

Though I just said that the beach is the best part, I'm also looking forward to some good, old-fashioned R&R. I'd been kind of sleep deprived, living in a college dorm, so I was hoping I'd be able to catch up on sleep at home. I've been back for a week, and I haven't noticed an improvement. For one thing, it's bright in my room in the morning, and it's usually hot too. I could open the windows so it's not as hot, but then it would be noisy. To be able to sleep, I need to be stored in a cool, dark place with lots of quiet. What I need to have at home is one of those masks that ladies wear when they need to get their beauty sleep. I need my resting sleep.

Anyway, I'm leaving tonight, and I'll be back on Sunday night. Au revoir.

Scary stuff from Wired: FBI Targets Internet Archive With Secret 'National Security Letter', Loses. This is one of a few such cases to have come to light. Who knows how many others there have been?

Researchers have recently decoded the earliest known sound recording, made in 1860. It was scratched into a piece of paper as part of an attempt to record sounds visually rather than to play them back. But thanks to modern technology, the grooves have been converted to sound in much the same way that a stylus reads grooves on a record. This article has more, including the sound clip itself.

And finally: When you're a reporter doing a spot for the TV news, you've got to make sure you're standing out of harm's way. Such was not the case for this reporter, who got owned by a sled.

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On Wednesday, I studied for my programming exam with this girl. We had a friend in common, and I had been helping her study and work on projects. "Thank you so much," she probably said. "Do you want to unwind and have dinner tomorrow night?" I asked. "Sure!" "Like a date?" "... We'll see!" "Okay, call me." Note to self: never say "call me." Nobody calls you. I should write a list of things not to say. It would be a very long list.

On Thursday, shortly after I wrote my last post, my parents came over and helped me pack stuff up from my dorm room. That took about an hour and a half. I spent the night at my aunt's house nearby, and the next day, I was due to check out. I cleaned up a little bit, and the RA came to make sure that I left my side of the room reasonably clean and didn't forget anything in the drawers. She told me that by the end of that day, Friday, only three people on our floor would remain. She had me sign a form, and then she left.

It was just me and my roommate, Adam. After I took my room and mailbox keys off my keyring, we exchanged goodbyes, I thanked him for being a great roommate, and I left. My other remaining suitemate, Evan, wasn't in his room. So I went down to the lobby and returned my keys. It was over. That evening, I was home.

As I was taking boxes from the rented van in the driveway, a familiar car stopped in front of our house. It was my friends Nick, Mike, and TJ. They were headed to Clamsters to shoot some pool and have a bite. After filling my entire room with boxes, I joined them. I had a good time. We might have done something after that, but it all runs together in my mind. I forget. See, since I got home, I've probably spent more time with them than I have at home.

I definitely know what we did yesterday, though. Nick, TJ, and I started by seeing Iron Man. Nick had already seen the movie the day before, but he couldn't see it enough times. After that, we went to his house and played video games. Then we went to Hooters, where Mike met up with us. After standing around in the parking lot and wondering what to do, we decided to go to Clamsters again. Nick and TJ wanted Mike to talk to a waitress-acquaintance who he was apparently talking to the day before. He stalled until she left; then they got her phone number from another waitress. He wouldn't call her, so they texted her, and eventually, he left her a message apologizing for their stupidity. We drove around for a little while longer and then went home.

Nick had a little birthday get-together today. Mike, TJ, and I were there, along with a few other friends and family members. It was pretty crazy, actually. There are a lot of kids in his family -- mostly boys -- and they're wild. It's funny, though. Surprisingly, we didn't see Iron Man today, although I would have been willing to. Nick said he needed a break from it so he could forget some of the plot points and be surprised when watching the movie again. Probably not going to happen. Anyway, after that, we went to the Pompano Bowl to bowl for an hour. Then we had to split, and I went home.

I haven't been home for a while, so I've been noticing things that have changed both in my house and in the surrounding environment. Some are subtle: we got a new phone with a built-in answering machine and caller ID, or they painted this building over here some other color. Some are more drastic. They totally redid the interior of the Pompano Bowl. They installed blacklights, got some new artwork, and painted the walls purple. They put screens between the lanes, some of which were showing videos from the new video jukebox thing. And I don't remember a drinking section being there before. But so it was, in the lanes right outside Joey's (formerly Gary's) Sports Bar and Grill.

Things change. Some things never change. I'll admit that I was heaving a Hail Mary on Wednesday -- a date on my last night at school? Hardly a chance, and I knew it. If my personal ad doesn't work, I give up. And now, the links.

I put the "laughter" in "slaughter." You have to be pretty bored to notice some Words in Words.

Here's an interactive, visual introduction to black holes: Anatomy of a Black Hole (Flash).

From the Songs Everyone Knows But No One Knows the Names Of Dept.: "Powerhouse" is the "assembly line" music used in cartoons.

For the past few days, I've been studying for exams (and taking them). Now I'm done. So are a lot of other people. Over the past week, trucks, vans, and SUVs have been buzzing about and parking outside the dorms. People are moving out.

My differential equations exam was on Monday morning at the ungodly hour of 7:30 A.M. I couldn't get much sleep beforehand. I studied a lot, but I could have studied more. I needed a 56 on the final to get a B in the class. I estimate that I got the equivalent of 4 out of 7 questions right; if that's true, then I got a 57. Anyway, it's going to be close. I'm glad I did the optional assignment that will only be invoked if you're on the border between grades.

I had my last biology exam yesterday. It wasn't a cumulative final, which was good. I hadn't been doing as well as I wanted on the tests, whose average makes up the entire class grade. I needed a 100 on the last test to get an A in the class and an 88 for a B+. I just found out that I got a 90. B+ in the bag.

Also yesterday, I found out how I did in physics. Amazingly, I got a B+ in the class somehow. I received a breakdown of my grade. They gave me full credit for the in-class response questions (5% of the grade) even though I got some of them wrong. I did get an 85 in the final exam, as I had guessed. Even then, I still should have had a B, according to my calculations. They must have rounded up, which they said they weren't going to do. Oh well. I would have been happy with a B, but a B+ is welcome.

And today, I had my last exam: programming. I'm all but certain that I'll be getting an A in the class.

Last night, I visited my friend Andy, one of the people I'm starting the Esperanto club with. I didn't have to go very far because he lives down the hall. He plays the piano, and he wanted to know if I wanted to rock out with him. I had a lot of fun. He's really good at improvising on the piano. Besides discussing music, we also talked about computers. He said he needed an office suite to run on his Mac, and I suggested NeoOffice, which I recommend to all my Mac-using friends. For everyone else, I recommend OpenOffice.org. Both are free as in price and free as in freedom.

So, in short, good times were had by both. It reminds me of all the interesting things I've done that I haven't mentioned here. As I begin to pack up all my stuff and leave my dorm for the summer, I reflect back -- in no particular order -- on some Things I Apparently Didn't Mention.

1. As part of my college orientation over the summer, I had to spend the night in a real dorm room with a real roommate. My one-time disposable roommate was even quieter than I was, which, if you know me personally, might be hard to imagine. I had to do the talking. Anyway, his name was Amer or Ahmer or something, and he lives in my current building, so I see him every once in a while. Invariably he has earbuds in his ears. I don't know how people can walk around listening to music all the time. Open your ears, folks. You can do without your Fall Out Boy for ten minutes. (Seriously, it's getting bad. When I would volunteer for Get Carded in crowded areas, I would marvel at the proportion of people who listen to music while they're walking. At least one of my professors did it on his way to class.)
2. There was an old woman in my programming class. When I saw her on the first day, I assumed that she was doing a write-up or something to judge the lecturer, but she kept coming back every day. She looked like she was over 70. Way to go for her, taking a computer class in college at that age. Eventually, she stopped going to class, so I assume she dropped it.
3. At the beginning of the year, our RA, Shannon, made little name-tag-type things and put them on everyone's door. Although it took me about 6 months to realize it, each one was supposed to look like a little iPod with a different album cover where the screen ought to be. I had the most random album ever. Every day during the fall semester, I had this on my door, printed by a color printer without yellow ink:

   

   So random. When we got a new RA in the spring, she replaced our iPods (as I still didn't know they were) with blank CD-Rs with our names and hometowns written on them. Have you ever tried taping a CD to a door? Those things are heavy. Few of them lasted very long without falling. After a month, I gave up on trying to stick mine back on the wall and substituted my and my roommate's iPods, which had been placed inside the room when they were taken down. They've been up ever since. (My roommate's album was the Virgin Suicides soundtrack).

4. I was poking around the web site of one of my physics professors one time when I came across a link to a picture of his "famous sister." One of my physics professors, it turns out, was Sally Field's brother. And not the one I liked, either. I thought that was pretty weird. I did some Googling to make sure it was true, and I found some sites saying that Sally Field had a brother named Rick Field who was a physicist. I also found a university library catalog mentioning a video of Sally Field visiting her brother Rick at the university in 1982. Almost everyone I talked to about this hadn't heard of Sally Field or referred to her as Sally Fields. Sucks to be you, Sally Field. But I like you, I really like you. As for your brother, meh.
5. I took up a form of exercise called shovelglove in November, but I didn't really explain why. I did hint at it, however. There's this girl Ashley who lives on my floor, and she would come by to talk to my roommate, Adam. Adam works out a lot and would often hang around without a shirt on. She mentioned how she always seemed to encounter him while he was shirtless. So, one time, I had gotten out of the shower and I had a towel wrapped around me while I was combing my hair. There was a knock on the door, and I saw through the peephole that it was Ashley. Oh, no problem, I thought, since she sees Adam without a shirt all the time. So I opened the door, and she averted her eyes and said, "I can come back later!" Come to think of it, maybe it was the towel. I am not a fat guy, and I wasn't then, but it got me thinking about how I should probably work out.
6. In January, one of my suitemates apparently tried to overdose on pills. He had to go to the hospital for a while and withdraw for the semester. What I didn't mention was: he came back to the dorm to visit a few months later and seemed to be his same old self. He spent a few nights sleeping in the common room, and then I think he got kicked out.
7. Evan moved in to take his place as he had wanted to be roommates with Cameron. Evan really livened things up around this here two-room/one-bathroom suite-type thing. I already mentioned how he had a jacuzzi party by buying a kiddie pool, putting it in the bathroom, filling it with hot water from the shower, and inviting his friends. One night, he happened to catch Die Hard on TV, and after that, he started posting a "Die Hard Quote of the Day" in the bathroom. After he, Adam, and I rented Die Hard: With a Vengeance, we all got in on the act. They're still hanging up there. My contribution:
   Jeremy Irons: My only problem is that I went to some trouble preparing that game for McClane. You interfered with a well-laid plan.
   Samuel L. Jackson: Well, you can stick your well-laid plan up your well-laid ass.

My first year of college is over, and tomorrow, I'm going home. I've done pretty well in my classes. I've had fun. I've made a lot of friends, and I've learned some things. But I honestly don't mind not having classes for a few months. I could use a break. In fact, except for a friend's birthday on Sunday, I have absolutely no plans at all this summer. I think I'll try to get a job to make back the money I spent this year. I've already started working on the old resume. I'm also looking forward to sleeping in and not getting irreversibly awoken two hours early by someone singing in the shower or having a loud conversation in the hallway. The time for those things is no more. It's summertime.

But first, it's time to pack.

And throw crap away.

JungleCrazy.com lists some crazy Amazon deals. This is great for people who buy random cheap stuff online.

If you get an automatically generated e-mail with a return address at donotreply.com, do Chet Faliszek a favor and don't reply to it. He's the owner of DoNotReply.com, and his site gets innumerable e-mails every day.

From Lawrence Lessig, creator of Creative Commons, comes Change Congress, "a movement to build support for basic reform in how our government functions." He's trying to have politicians and citizens pledge to support increased honesty and transparency in Congress.

Today was the last day of classes of the spring semester. Tomorrow and Friday are "reading days" to study for final exams. On Saturday, exams begin.

I can't believe how fast this semester has gone by. But I'm more surprised by the grades I've been getting. I was a straight-A student in high school (except for one B), and I'm on track to get 2 A's and 3 B's this semester. I guess I could have studied more. But I have to study more now. I have my physics exam on Saturday, differential equations on Monday, biology on Wednesday, and programming on Thursday. Luckily, my bio exam isn't cumulative, but the rest are.

I've been worried about physics all semester, but now that I got an 85 on the last test, I've got a B in the bag (after having a C+ most of the semester). Diff. Eq. has become the new enemy. I didn't do very well on the last two tests, so what might have been an A can now be no more than a B+ (if I'm lucky). So I've really got to hit the books. In fact, the only book I really don't have to hit is for programming, and not just because we don't have a textbook. I'm doing so well in that class that I haven't even checked to see how the grade is calculated. Programming really is my thing, y'see.

So, I talked to the latest girl today, and guess what? We're going to dinner tomorrow night!

Just kidding. She said it was a "bad time of year," with her having "three exams" in "two days" and all.

I would have asked her last week, or the week before that, or the week before that, but I was working up the nerve and I didn't want to get rejected. My careful planning has brought about the very situation I planned to avoid. This would be funny if it weren't so sad.

Moving on to important things, the next version of Ubuntu, my operating system of choice, is coming out tomorrow. It includes a lot of updated programs, including Firefox 3.0 beta 5. I just hope the update goes without a hitch. The last time I upgraded Ubuntu on my dad's computer, there were some hitches of unknown origin. I think the system managed to fix itself, but it was quite a scare, and I don't want it to happen with my computer. The alternative is to do a clean install and probably lose stuff like wireless and sound. Also, I'd have to put all my personal files and settings back on. I guess I'll just take the risk of upgrading, but I'll do a backup first in case things go awry. Wish me luck.

Here are some fun facts you probably didn't know about living in space.

I think I've posted something like this before, but in any case, here's another password strength checker.

The Pirate Bay, the world's largest BitTorrent tracker, gets a lot of nasty letters for facilitating the unauthorized downloading of copyrighted movies and music. They've posted a few of the many letters they've received, along with their responses.

My roommate left for class yesterday morning around 10:30 or 11:00, as he usually does on Fridays. But he hasn't come back. I think he went home for the weekend. He might have told me about this, but it had to have been a long time ago, or I would have remembered clearly. I think Passover is starting.

In any case, I'm here by myself, and I've realized how boring it is without him. He usually has some nice music and/or the TV on. Or he might be on the phone with someone, or playing games on the Internet, or at least just studying or crunching data and graphs for his top-secret materials research project. In any case, he's usually there, and now, for a little while, he's not. It's hard to imagine that some people live like this all the time in their single rooms. I think I'd go crazy.

It's been a pretty stressful week. The culmination was last night, when I had a physics test. Yeah, a physics test from 8:20 to 10:10 on a Friday night. I studied a little more than I wanted to, which wasn't much anyway, but I wasn't completely lost on everything. I felt pretty good about it, in fact, but I was wary because I've gotten tripped up before. (I got a 60% on the first test and a 65% on the second one. I should have gotten a 75% on the second one, but I apparently bubbled in two of the answers wrong. Both of the scores I did get correspond to a grade of C+ in the class.) After last night's test, I went online to compare my scratch work to the answer key. Totally unexpectedly, I got an 85%, which will be very good for my grade -- provided I bubbled in the answers right.

Even though I have more work to do and more tests coming up, I've been taking it easy. I've been listening to music a lot today (even more than usual). With my playlist on shuffle, it's like Radio Free Jordon in here. Now that I have my own computer, I have all my music available on the go (except my record collection -- I'm leaving that project for the summer. Thanks to Luke for the shrink-wrapped copy of Double Fantasy. That'll make a pretty darn good digital transfer). It just occurred to me that because no one's around to overhear my music, I don't have to pump it directly into my ears. My laptop speakers aren't great, but I'd rather not have my headphones on all the time and go deaf.

I was going to do something tonight, but now I'm not. Yesterday, I asked a girl (previously mentioned) to dinner. She seemed surprised but pleasantly so. She said it was probably a bad weekend for it, but that it was okay. In what I am considering a first, she actually seemed to understand my intentions, probably because I made them as clear as possible without sounding like the completely blunt and naive person I was until shockingly recently. But she called me today and said she was going out with her girl friends tonight. I should have expected this. The semester is drawing to a close; everyone is stressed out; everyone is about to leave for the summer. Okay, how about Wednesday? "We'll see how the week goes." I don't want to have to wallow in feelings of failure all summer.

Speaking of which, I'd better get on that resume. And now, the links.

Do you believe in God? There's a poll going at YesNoGod.com. A breakdown of results by country is available.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Rate your local law enforcement officers at RateMyCop.com.

Check if a site is down for everyone or just you: Down for everyone or just me?

For the past year or two, my hair has been pretty long. Now it's really long... for a guy. It's at my shoulders now, which I think is a little excessive. I know I need to get it cut. But I'm not sure... how.

I've had this hairstyle for almost six years. Simply put, I part it slightly to the left and let it do its thing. (The part has drifted closer to the center over the years.) Originally I kept it pretty short, but I've let it grow longer and longer, and now it's at my shoulders. It's getting kind of annoying, and I don't think it looks very good. Most girls wouldn't like it either.

Since it's this long, I wonder whether I should cut more of it than usual and try a different style. Before this 'do, I had a plain and simple buzz cut. Before that, when I was a little kid, my hair was just kind of normal. At least, I think so. What I mean by that is that it radiated out from a point on the back of my head. That's the normal cut for a guy. Or, at least, I thought so as I looked around.

I've been looking at other guys' hairstyles over the past few days, and I have realized that everyone's hair is different. It depends on their style and what sort of hair they have. So this has become a little more complicated than I thought. I want to look good, but I don't want to wear someone else's haircut. I want to have something that works well with the color and texture of my hair as well as the shape of my face (respectively: brown, fine, and -- I've been told -- diamond). It also has to be easy to maintain. If I have to do more than comb it, I won't consider it. I'm lazy, and I'll never buy or use any kind of gel.

That sounds like a lot to ask for, but hopefully a hair specialist can help. I think I'll head to SuperCuts soon (either tomorrow or this weekend; probably on the weekend due to my aforementioned laziness and hesitation). In the meantime, how about some suggestions? Come on, guys, I know you can recommend something. Here's an up-to-the-minute photo to help you out.

Security at casinos is pretty crazy. Here's (almost) all about it.

Remember that TV show St. Elsewhere? Okay, me neither, but it was from the '80s, and its last episode was famously cheesy. It turned out that the whole series had been dreamed by one of the characters. But other shows referenced it and its sister show, Homicide: Life on the Street, as being set in the same fictional universe. Other shows have referred to those shows. And so on, to a staggering degree. So it must be true that all those dozens of shows were also part of the dream. See the whole chart at Tommy Westphall's Mind - A Multiverse Explored.

Okay, I just used "dozens" in a sentence, but I don't agree with the Dozenal Society of America which advocates a base-12 numeric system. In base 12, I'd only be 16 years old. Also, 12 would be 10. (It's one of those things that you just kind of have to be good at math to get.)

Oh, it's you again. Come on in. Have a seat.

Apparently, at the end of the year, college honor societies send out letters of invitation to freshmen who have done rather well. I did rather well last semester, so I got a letter from one Phi Eta Sigma honor society. I checked them out. They've had a chapter at UF since the 1930s, and once you join you really don't have to do anything, although you can go to the meetings if you want. A lot of other people were invited. I decided it was worth it to pony up the $40 lifetime registration fee to add this line to my resume. (Eh, what resume?)

Hm... I should (re)write my resume, especially if I want to get a job over the summer (which I do). But I'll need some help. I don't have a lot of impressive achievements or work experience under my belt. Maybe I'll just use a big font.

I also got an invitation from the National Society of Collegiate Scholars, founded way back in 1993 or something like that. They tried a little too hard. They sent me about 3 letters of invitation, including certificates, stickers for your car window or something, and who knows what else. Plus, they wanted $70. No thanks, guys.

So, the induction for ΦΗΣ is on Saturday night. I told my family how families are invited, so they're all coming, even Grandma and the dog. But my $40 check hasn't cleared yet. I hope I'll still be able to go to the thing so they can hand me my $40 piece of paper. Otherwise everyone will have come up for nothing and I'll be an embarrassment. But I gave them the check on time.

A few days ago, a UF student riding a bike got hit by a car and died. Turns out that she went to the high school that a lot of my friends went to, and some of them knew her. One day you're a student who everyone likes, and the next day, you're dead. Makes me not want to ride a bicycle. Cars are much safer but dirty. I wish I could walk everywhere.

It's always the good who seem to die young. Whoever said that was right. They're always bright, well-liked, and unfortunately tempting targets for an unexpected death. But the law of averages is against it. We should expect see some deadbeat lowlifes who no one likes being killed, but that doesn't happen. Does that mean that all people are inherently good? Or does it mean that when someone dies, everyone comes up with something good to say about them? It's an interesting thought to ponder.

Here's a story I wish was getting more exposure: Illinois state representative Monique Davis is being called on to resign after making inflammatory anti-Semitic remarks. Sounds reasonable, right? Oh, wait. Actually, they were anti-atheist remarks. Still reasonable? Good, just checking. The Council for Secular Humanism has a press release about the incident, and here's Keith Olbermann's coverage of it.

Here's a list of some of the wittiest and most scathing comebacks and retorts in history: History's Greatest Replies.

Yet another airport horror story: My Wonderful Trip To South Africa That Didn't Happen Thanks To The TSA And Delta Airlines.

Yesterday, I went tubing on the Ichetucknee River at Ichetucknee Springs State Park. In case it sounds moderately exciting, "tubing" just means floating on an inner tube. Which is not to say that it's boring. In fact, it's fun in a relaxing way. It's "chill," as the young people say. I was with some friends (including my roommate, Adam) and friends' friends who were girls. We had bought our own inflatable pool rafts (Adam got a giant seahorse), while the girls rented a large inflatable raft from one of the many tube rental places near the river.

We meandered down the river at a rather lazy pace except when we were paddling out of the way of fallen branches and things. The girls in their little boat decided to lie back and not pay much attention to where they were going, so they bumped into a lot of things and often fell far behind the rest of us. But they sang. They sang "Aura Lee" in serene three-part harmony. I asked if they knew anything by the Beatles, and they tried out a few lines of "Because."

After conquering the river, everyone left except Adam, his friend Stephen, and me. We were going to go to Ginnie Springs for even more tubing adventures, but it's privately owned, and the admission was more than we were willing to pay. Instead, we ate at Conestogas in Alachua and then got back to campus.

Hm... what else? Oh yeah. The World of Stuff is five years old today.

Don't look at me like that! You know I wouldn't forget. I've been looking forward to the day, actually. It's a milestone. Five years. Half a decade. It's pretty big. Of course, I can't forget about the chain of events that led me here.

In February 2003, I was a thirteen-year-old eighth-grader, and I had a problem. I didn't have a single web site. I had two: The Dvorak Keyboard and You and flipacoin.net. I decided to create a new site of which both would be a part. (flipacoin.net never fit in well and was finally spun off two months ago.) Since the new site was just going to be a collection of random pages, I thought the very general name "The World of Stuff" would be funny.

The original home of the site was free, ad-supported Angelfire space that my friends and I had used to advertise our two-off comic book series, The Superbuddies (hence "superbuddies" in the original URL). They weren't too happy about me wiping over the Superbuddies site, but I think they can agree that my site has been more successful than our photocopied comics that we had trouble selling even to our friends. (I still have a few copies of both issues; I found them recently, and they're pretty good. I should put the scans online here. Full circle??)

On Sunday, April 6, 2003, I decided the site was ready. After writing an introductory note on the main page, I made the following announcement on the "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Forum!" Forum at Where's George?:

Two days later, I e-mailed the link to five friends. And that was about all the publicity I had for a while.

Over the next few months, I made note of occasional updates on the main page. During the summer of 2003, the site moved to its own domain name and -- to keep people coming back -- evolved into one of those newfangled "blog" things. Over time, I found my style, and my posts eased into the format that you're familiar with today. But it became tedious to manually add posts to the main page, maintain archives, and update the RSS feed. On January 2, 2005, I started using the WordPress blogging platform, which automates those tasks and allows readers to comment on each post. I also strove to give the site a polished appearance. The layout was redesigned on October 16, 2004, and again on January 1, 2006.

When blogging was still new and exciting, The World of Stuff was mentioned in the South Florida Sun-Sentinel in September 2003 ("Blog Stars") and by City Link Magazine in April 2004 ("Meet the Bloggers"). In the past four years, there has been a significant lack of press coverage. But news articles don't really matter. In fact, they did absolutely nothing to increase the popularity of the site. But it has become more popular. People have found the blog somehow (probably from here), and they've kept reading. They've post comments and e-mailed me, and I've responded. So we have this cool two-way dialogue going on, me and you.

While we're going meta, here's an Ask Jordon question.

natasha: What is the purpose of the numbers beside the months in your archives?

The archives page has a link to each month's posts followed by the number of posts made in that month.

And one more:

Carol: I'm new here but I'd like to know what you are majoring in.

Computer science.

Now, as I was saying, having a community of readers is a really cool thing. Sometimes I ask myself who I write for -- that is, whether I would still write if I didn't have an audience. I'm not sure whether I would. Knowing that other people are reading this gives me a sense of fulfillment. I like to entertain, inform, and provide a window on my life to others. I'm glad I've been doing it well enough that people are coming back for more.

Thanks for your continued readership and support over the past five years. I love you guys!

Hello, Saturday. This has been the most boring day on record. I woke up around 10:00 as my roommate, Adam, was helping his girlfriend, Xandra, get ready to leave. After doing my weekly backup of my system, I went to the dining hall to eat, but there were tons of people lining up to get in there, so I went to Taco Bell. There were also tons of people in line there, but it was Taco Bell, so I stayed. I think all the people were in tour groups. Adam went fishing, and now he's apparently somewhere with some buddies. I don't think I'd want to be there, though.

Back up your files regularly. I cannot stress this enough. I use sbackup, which has a GNOME user interface. It's probably available in your Linux distribution's package manager... if you use Linux, that is. But seriously, invest in an external hard drive, and that's half the battle right there.

I've been reading Hamlet quite a bit lately. I can't get enough of that Hamlet character. Such wit he has. Even his first line, "A little more than kin, and less than kind," speaks volumes or at least sentences. Then there's this bit in Act 3, Scene 2:

Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? [Lying down at Ophelia's feet.]
Ophelia: No, my lord.
Hamlet: I mean, my head upon your lap?
Ophelia: Ay, my lord.
Hamlet: Do you think I meant country matters?*
Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord.
Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
Ophelia: What is, my lord?
Hamlet: Nothing.

*Sylvan Barnet says Hamlet is making a pun here. What a rogue, that Hamlet. A rogue and peasant slave is he.

Who here thinks Hamlet was actually mad? I can't help but think that he kept his wits all along. He just got a little stressed out by the whole thing, though. I do think Ophelia actually went mad, though. Is it an unfair characterization of women that they can so easily snap? Gertrude seems to have a good head on her shoulders, though, once Hamlet clues her in on Claudius's doings.

Last month, I chose my dorm room for next year: it'll be on the same floor in the same building as my current room, but on the other side of the floor. Turns out that this guy Ryan, who was one of my lab partners last semester, picked the same room. Pretty cool. But today he let me know that he changed his room to the building next door because his current RA is going to be over there. Dude must be a pretty awesome RA if he induces that kind of behavior. I never see my RA around, but that's okay. Anyway, Ryan said I could still live with him, but I think I'd rather be in the building I'm in now. It's a little closer to everything that's worth going to. Hopefully Mystery Roommate Selection will work out as well as it did the first time.

In slightly more comforting news, I might have housing secured for the year after next. My current suitemate Evan is getting a place practically across the street from campus, and if he has 3 other guys with him, it'll only be $150 a month each. If I collect, find, or steal $5 a day, I'll have it made in the shade. Not bad, I say. In fact, it meets the three C's, my criteria for an off-campus housing arrangement: close, cheap, and having cool people. I just made that up.

Thanks to everyone who commented on my, uh, little dilemma regarding the opposite sex. The general consensus is, "Jeez, Jordon, you can't learn how to talk to people by reading a book, so cut it out!" For some reason, I disagree. Actually, it's because this one book, How to Talk to Anyone, has some good pointers on making good conversation and getting people to like you. Granted, a lot of it has to do with meeting businesspeople at parties, but a lot of the tips are good in general use as well. I'm already starting to internalize a few of the simpler ones.

Luke gave me something good to chew on: "You are Jordon. Jordon is pretty interesting, but sometimes he forgets to tell people that. You shouldn't be someone else but less ashamed to show people who you are, which is not a list of _what_ you do but more _why_. For what does the history of Jordon serve as preface?" (Usenet-style emphasis in original.)

This site apparently grew out of a thread on Joshua McGee's web site: myhamsterdied.info, a "support group for hammie lovers."

41 Hilarious Science Fair Experiments. At least a few are digitally manipulated, but they're still funny.

The ACLU is keeping a running estimate of the total number of people on US government's "no-fly" list. There's also a list of some notable names on the list. Apparently the government thinks almost a million people -- including dead people, small children, and Ted Kennedy -- are terrorists. (Insert joke about Ted Kennedy's car accident here.)