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Name: Justin
Gender: Male
Interests: Changing the world, for the better, of course. Understanding how anything works, and why.
Expertise: Puns. Math. Getting Confused. Paper Airplanes. Making My Bed. Capitalizing Every Word In A Pseudo-Sentence. Singing Along To A Song By Mumbling The Words I Don't Know. Playing The Invisible Trumpet. Bragging About Things That Are Not True. Dry Humor.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
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Member Since:
6/24/2005
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| The Graduate School at Northwestern has passed the UPass, if you will. This allows most graduate students to spend more than they ordinarily would on the CTA and allows some graduate students to save a lot of money. It is basically just an unlimited CTA (Bus and "L" train) pass for around $60 per quarter. Some are complaining, others are grateful. I think I will just ride on the CTA for no other reason than to use this pass. I could ride one block on a bus, get off, then get on another bus. Maybe I could spend a whole day at it and try to see how much it would have cost me with just a regular card one gets at the machine.
Anywho, I took my first UPass trip on the "L" to go to Moody to workout with my good friend Charlie. To fit in with my fellow 21st century train riders, I began list-ening (the "t" is not silent here) to some music. As the instrumental began for Billy Joel's "River of Dreams" the train announcer came on and announced "Next stop Belmont. Doors Open on the right[?] at Belmont". At first I thought it was part of the song. It had my head bobbing a little bit. Had it been the song my mental inertia carried me into, I may have begun a demonstration of the dance style I have amalgamated from the patented moves of Preston D., Jonathan T. and Justin T. Fortunately for the 21st century, Billy Joel came in and robbed me of my inspiration.
Can someone write that song for me, make a lot of money, and give me half of it?
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| Well, I'm back to studying and it is going so well that I have time to update my Xanga--Blog--Thing. I actually studied a good amount over the break, but now that I am back where I should be studying, I don't want to anymore. You see, over the break I studied simplicial sets the ugly way. I messed with hundreds of indices flapping around... swapping d_i's and s_j's for a few hours at a time. Then, I got this book from my Mom and Dad which has a cleaner, modern approach to it. Many of the indices were cleaned up and some intuition began to sprout. Now I am balancing getting my hands dirty spreading the roots of my understanding or trying to lean toward that ray of sunlight peeking through the slit in the blinds.
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That last bit didn't make any sense to me either.
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| I recently finished watching three movies which are claimed to be part of a trilogy. However, the second movie starts out with a summary of the first in about five minutes. Three of the characters are completely taken out. The third movie summarizes the end of the second by...not summarizing at all. It appears the writers changed their minds and just rewrote how the previous movie ended. On another note, here is a poem in honor of my pastor as it is pastor appreciation month. I should be in bed right now so I can get up for chu'ch tomorrow, but I get a free hour, so I might as well waste it.
Note: the poem has some common sayings of our pastor and some inside jokes, so just pretend you know what it is talking about if you read something that does not make sense. Make up a story to make it fit.
Ev'ry week you get
up and, you preach from the pod'j'yum
You have taught me
so much; I feel like a theologian
But this is not
the on-ly, hard work you are do-ing
Kai-ros
journal, B C M, you have a lot brewing
You
speak at con-fer-ences, and teach phi-lo-so-phy,
You
spend part of your week at, Sou-thern Se-mi-nar-y
Grad-ing
pa-pers and tea-ching, for most that is e-nough
But
not for ou-r pas-tor, he does a lot more stuff.
He
reads books and writes pa-pers, ar-ti-cles and es-says,
Brings
the word on Sun-day morn-ing, on Sun-day night he prays.
He
could not keep up without Sharon, his child bride—his “main
squeeze”.
He
marr-ied up and im-proved, all of his qual-ities
Now
ev'ry once in a while, he will com-mit a fox-paw,
But
how can we blame him? He's from Arkansas.
Where
the pri-mary question, that is settled in courts,
Is
“Will you still be my cousin, when we get a divorce?”
He's
ho-stile, mo-bile, and a-gile too,
High
speed and low drag—well maybe that's not true.
Now
that we have come through this month of October
It
is good to remember, be vigilant, and sober
For
we must not allow, this tenth month to end
Without
showing him honor. And, so, to this end,
We
present you a gift, which we have not plundered or
stolen
We
would like to send you, ice skatin' and bowlin'
But
that costs way too much, we sadly confess,
Thus
to theatre and dinner, this gift doth digress.
Go
downtown, have a good time, and know that we love you
And
whatever you eat, don't get any on you.
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| Thanks to my brother, my mom, and my dad I now have a PS2, extra shirts so I can make it a couple more days without doing laundry, and a new way to squeeze my toothpaste. Fortunately, the PS3 is coming out soon, so that should drive down the price of PS2 related items. I find it beneficial to have retarded discoveries of the coolitude of new technologies. It is much cheaper that way.
However, I am pursuing a piece of technology called AirPort Express by Apple that will allow me to broadcast the music on my computer to the speakers in the living room (which don't exist right now). If you are looking for such an item, do not go to Best Buy and do not ask anyone there about it. Trust me, just don't. Nothing against the workers at Best Buy but--well that's a lie, I don't really like most of the workers at Best Buy--I think they are not trained to answer your question but to tell you why your question is stupid and then tell you what you are better off doing.
On a sharper note, I made biscuits and gravy the other day.........delicious.
Peace out,
-JT
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| Here's the deal. "Where?" you say. "Right here," I say. I have been thinking that my name should be made to use as a verb in addition to its current workload. For instance, we have
Bob the tail of the dog.
Harry up and make a decision.
Use an X to Mark the spot.
I have not Ben feeling well lately.
Will you get me a freezer pop?
He may Rob that grocery store.
Should we Phil up the gas tank?
Can you Taylor this suit for me?
We will Bill you for the damage.
Do you Cara bout the issues at hand?
I don't Noah bout the issues that well.
Haven't I already Sean you?
I feel so restricted. My name cannot serve as a (non-proper) noun, adjective, adverb, or dessert. It can only be parsed to appear in phrases like "just in time", "just in case", "this just in...", etc. If your name is a verb you get 1,000 points.
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