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If I had something witty to say, this is where I would say it
Well, it’s Thursday. I have six more days of class. I’m really struggling with getting myself motivated to go anymore. Now that the thesis is over, I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I had beers with some of my thesis mates yesterday and they seemed to be feeling the same thing. It’s weird how I’ve been in this class with these people for some time now and only now am getting to know them. I found out…
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Big Baller Mahler
Alright kiddies, we’re down to the wire now. 139 pages. Only a conclusion and a table of contents and some minor editing whatzits stands in between me and thesis glory. I’m shooting to have it done within the next 14 hours. It’s due in 28 hours, but I have to get it printed and stuff. I’m going to be glad to take my 50 books back to the library. Yessir. Finished All the Rave over the weekend. Good book. How…
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A Sunny, Pleasant Thursday
It’s a gorgeous day in the East Bay. Walking around campus on a sunny day is so much more enjoyable then when it’s dark and gloomy. Today in lieu of going up to see my grandparents’ (they had prior engagements) I went to this seminar on “Wardriving, Wireless Access and the Law” at CFP2004 over at the Claremont Hotel. Was pretty much what I expected, didn’t learn a whole lot, except that when I asked about the legality of what…
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Extra crunchy for added fun.
Let me just say for the record that having to bring up Marxist political theory in a 2004 undergraduate thesis is pure bullshit. Same goes for its spawned theories, like Galtung’s Dependency Theory. Seriously though, what is Marx good for anymore? We’ve just broken the 35,000 word threshold here, kids. (That’s 103 pages for those of you keeping score at home.) Got a bunch more stuff to add, including a Prologue, Conclusion and random stuff in between. I love Thomas…
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I owe Uncle Sam $67, and Gov. Arnold owes me $23.
Following last night’s marathon party (6.5 hrs at least!), today I was mildly productive. Rachel and I checked out Meal Ticket, up on San Pablo and Gilman, and it was good, but the wait staff was sorta weird, and I forgot to leave a tip — so it ended up being a mixed bag. I had an artichoke and melted bleu cheese omelette, the first time I’ve had melted bleu cheese before — quite tasty but an overwhelming flavor. We…
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It’s Friday at Noon
Well, I’ve got my print debut in Macworld in the May 2004 issue. Page 85, in Geek Factor, to be exact. It’s a story on the Tatra Mac G4 — just a small three graf thing, but still, I’m pretty proud of it. 🙂 I’ll have a couple more things in the June and July issues. In other news, I got the B2 internship, and Time Inc. is footing the bill. Good stuff. So Rachel R. and I will overlap…
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“Go to Canada.”
You know you’re living with David Boyk when: he wakes up in the morning and pronounces that he’s going to make chow mein for breakfast, just because. And then he does. And it’s great. [This happened about two days ago.] Happy birthday, dude. In other news, I’ve sent out 13 rŽsumŽs and a few more electronic versions. If nothing happens, NYC will be in my future, I think. Yet another reason why I love Canada: A Canadian federal judge essentially…
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If I could talk to myself in the future what would I say?
FutureMe.org, as mentioned on Boing Boing is a site that allows you to email your future self for anytime up to 25 years in the future. A strange prospect. Reading some of the public entries are really quite interesting. Meeting with Business 2.0 today about an internship. How rad would it be if Rachel R. and I were interns together? My Dad just called me and he wants me to fly down to LA to have a powwow about my…
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I really am going to start my Econ homework after this, I swear.
Today I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Rachel and I had lunch over at the Creamery in Palo Alto where at the end of my French Dip sandwich, I brought up the topic of grad school and jobs and all of that. As many of you know, I’ve applied to some extraordinary number of grad schools (15). The whole reason why I applied to grad school was because my father urged it, and he was willing to support me,…