I solved my first Rubik's cube over fall break. Fun stuff. Then I did it a million more times. I can usually get it in 2-3 minutes. I might go on to a faster technique later, but I'll stick with this one for now.
~ROBO~
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Cubes Are Fun...
I solved my first Rubik's cube over fall break. Fun stuff. Then I did it a million more times. I can usually get it in 2-3 minutes. I might go on to a faster technique later, but I'll stick with this one for now.
~ROBO~
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Jack Johnson
I just bought Jack Johnson's new album recently. Fan-freaking-tastic. "Sleep Through the Static" is truly amazing. Of course, his other albums, "Brushfire Fairytales" and "In Between Dreams" are just as great.
~ROBO~
British Scientists are expected to use the F word...
Here is a direct quote from WebElements.com concerning the spelling of the element sulfer:
The spelling of sulphur is "sulfur" in the USA and now that IUPAC has decided it has jurisdiction over the British English language (as distinct from American English) as well as nomenclature, so we in the UK are expected to use the f word.
Just thought that last phrase was pretty funny. "...we in the UK are expected to use the f word."
~ROBO~
First Game Won!!!
Wow, our football team won its first game last night 40-6! It was 28-0 at the quarter. We've lost all of our other games this season, so this was a big deal. The band also did extremely well, as usual :D
~ROBO~
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Strange Attractors
I'm going to put a few of my fractals on here soon, but I want to put my name on them first so they don't get stolen. I know, I sound paranoid, but better safe than sorry.
~ROBO~
~ROBO~
Pablo Neruda
I have to write an essay for my final tomorrow on the poem "Oda a los calcetines" (ode to my socks) by Pablo Neruda. I'm not going to post the essay just because I don't want anyone plagiarizing off of me, but I will post the poem:
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Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
two socks as soft as rabbits.
I slipped my feet into them
as though into two cases
knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin.
Violent socks,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
two cannons,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks.
They were so handsome for the first time
my feet seemed to me unacceptable
like two decrepit firemen,
firemen unworthy of that woven fire,
of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere as schoolboys
keep fireflies,
as learned men collect
sacred texts,
I resisted the mad impulse to put them
in a golden cage and each day give them
birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers in the jungle
who hand over the very rare green deer
to the spit and eat it with remorse,
I stretched out my feet and pulled on
the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty,
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
...y en español:
Me trajo Mara Mori
un par de calcetines
que tejió con sus manos de pastora,
dos calcetines suaves como liebres.
En ellos metí los pies
como en dos estuches
tejidos con hebras del
crepúsculo y pellejos de ovejas.
Violentos calcetines,
mis pies fueron dos pescados de lana,
dos largos tiburones
de azul ultramarino
atravesados por una trenza de oro,
dos gigantescos mirlos,
dos cañones:
mis pies fueron honrados de este modo
por estos celestiales calcetines.
Eran tan hermosos que por primera vez
mis pies parecieron inaceptables,
como dos decrépitos bomberos,
bomberos indignos de aquel fuego bordado,
de aquellos luminosos calcetines.
Sin embargo, resistí la tentación
aguda de guardarlos como los colegiales preservan sus luciérnagas,
como los eruditos coleccionan
documentos sagrados,
resistí el impulso furioso de ponerlos
en una jaula de oro y darles cada
dia alpiste y pulpa de melón rosado.
Como descubridores que en la selva
entregan el rarísimo venado verde
al asador y se lo comen con remordimiento,
estiré los pies y me enfundé
los bellos calcetines y luego los zapatos.
Y es esta la moral de mi Oda:
Dos veces es belleza la belleza,
y lo que es bueno es doblemente bueno,
cuando se trata de dos calcetinesde lana en el invierno.
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La obra es interesante, y a mí me gustan muchos las obras de Pablo Neruda. Voy a pedir prestado un libro de él.
~ROBO~
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Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
two socks as soft as rabbits.
I slipped my feet into them
as though into two cases
knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin.
Violent socks,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
two cannons,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks.
They were so handsome for the first time
my feet seemed to me unacceptable
like two decrepit firemen,
firemen unworthy of that woven fire,
of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere as schoolboys
keep fireflies,
as learned men collect
sacred texts,
I resisted the mad impulse to put them
in a golden cage and each day give them
birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers in the jungle
who hand over the very rare green deer
to the spit and eat it with remorse,
I stretched out my feet and pulled on
the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty,
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
...y en español:
Me trajo Mara Mori
un par de calcetines
que tejió con sus manos de pastora,
dos calcetines suaves como liebres.
En ellos metí los pies
como en dos estuches
tejidos con hebras del
crepúsculo y pellejos de ovejas.
Violentos calcetines,
mis pies fueron dos pescados de lana,
dos largos tiburones
de azul ultramarino
atravesados por una trenza de oro,
dos gigantescos mirlos,
dos cañones:
mis pies fueron honrados de este modo
por estos celestiales calcetines.
Eran tan hermosos que por primera vez
mis pies parecieron inaceptables,
como dos decrépitos bomberos,
bomberos indignos de aquel fuego bordado,
de aquellos luminosos calcetines.
Sin embargo, resistí la tentación
aguda de guardarlos como los colegiales preservan sus luciérnagas,
como los eruditos coleccionan
documentos sagrados,
resistí el impulso furioso de ponerlos
en una jaula de oro y darles cada
dia alpiste y pulpa de melón rosado.
Como descubridores que en la selva
entregan el rarísimo venado verde
al asador y se lo comen con remordimiento,
estiré los pies y me enfundé
los bellos calcetines y luego los zapatos.
Y es esta la moral de mi Oda:
Dos veces es belleza la belleza,
y lo que es bueno es doblemente bueno,
cuando se trata de dos calcetinesde lana en el invierno.
-----------------------------------
La obra es interesante, y a mí me gustan muchos las obras de Pablo Neruda. Voy a pedir prestado un libro de él.
~ROBO~
First ever blog...
Well, this is my first blog. I don't have anything important to say, so I will most likely just talk about my miniscule programming, school, art, biking, or whatever other stuff I have going on in my life at the moment. That's about it.
~ROBO~
~ROBO~
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