Archive for February, 2003

Monday, February 24th, 2003

i’ve been cranky all weekend. i think it is mainly due to work but probably due to other things as well.

i started urop work again. boo.

now all we have left is dirty snow. well, i have a lot of pictures.

then, there was vince’s great birthday party. i wish i had a brother like victor. of course, that would require that i first have a brother. and chinese cakes are sooooo much better. then, there is the requisite game of four square.

tomorrow there is my first cell biology exam. weeeeeeeeeee.

somewhere in here i want to redesign my web.

sometimes the living situation here bothers me because it boils down to a choice between different types of homogeneity. mit lied to us. diverse my ass. rush died because it was rendered largely pointless by changing times. although the greek system here is unique it is behind the times mainly from an economic standpoint as mit’s housing situation improves. oh yeah, and rush died because of some pointless fools who killed someone by alcohol poisoning. that’s too bad. frats aren’t all bad, you know. you just have to be the right person.

which brings me to the ring. i believe rush was a pretty big deal for our class too, but they could have found a less gaudy way to emphasize it on our ring. that tombstone is the ugliest thing ever. i personally did like the beaver rivering the rush chair. most of the ring is good, though.

this now brings me to the ring premiere. it was ok. except for little things. however, little things can be ruinous. like the rain. granted, this is not the fault of ringcomm but you can adjust to it better. and then there was the food table. if you’re going to have the same food everywhere then you should leave gaps in the tables so people can leave the line, thus alleviating traffic problems. then there was the party favor thing or whatnot. this is not entirely ringcomm’s fault either, because mit, i hate to say, has just as many freaking stupid people as other schools, who are ravenous, greedy fools. but they could have made that run a bit smoother also. like with a line. like i said to matt, all we needed was some pepper spray, and we’d be that nightclub in chicago where 21 people got trampled. we even had some partially blocked exits (which i gladly busted through at the conclusion). finally, i have one simple suggestion: CHAIRS! you’ve spent so much money already but you couldn’t afford chairs?!

ahem. thank you, ringcomm. the ring is nice, the festivities were fun. just some improvements for the next time. i don’t give them enough credit, becuase if i tried to do something like that i’d fail miserably.

finally, colin mochrie. he was great. unfortunately, plush daddy fly was only so-so. too much reliance on bathroom humor. also, generally not funny. the reason why colin was good was basically the ability to mock himself. it’s the same reason why conan o’brien and dave letterman are (were?) good. yay. i hope this does become yearly, though.

and that concludes my fucking rant.

Friday, February 21st, 2003

i wonder if i post I HATE GOOGLE i will lose my blog. i bet i am not the only one thinking this.

one week since the last post. i must be really fucking busy since i used to make time for this before.

everybody thinks they’re so clever. how original can we get anymore? so many people . . . sometimes making a difference seems such a long shot. but i have to try.

work hard, work hard.

Thursday, February 13th, 2003

A Brand Called Yao – The danger of overexposure for the NBA’s newest star. By Rob Walker

hot damn. very relevant to my class, i’d say.