Monday, April 30, 2007

It's LoG - from BLAMMO!

The aforementioned LoG pic and the accompanying video / lyrics:

There ya have it, legendary disc of the 1997-98 Rice Ultimate Frisbee B Team. Complete with scuff marks. And now for the real deal...


What rolls down stairs
alone or in pairs,
and over your neighbor's dog?
What's great for a snack,
And fits on your back?
It's Log, Log, Log

It's Log, It's Log.
It's big, it's heavy, it's wood.
It's Log, it's Log, it's better than bad, it's good."

Everyone wants a Log
You're gonna love it, Log
Come on and get your Log
Everyone needs a Log
Log Log Log

*whistle*
LOG... FROM BLAMMO

Let's get off Memes ('Cause I just got off yours)

The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins: NR

This book focuses on one excellent thesis - that in thinking about evolution, we should focus on the down up perspective as opposed to the up down. Dawkins postulates that evolution began the moment a molecule "learned" to start replicating itself, and any molecule that could ensure its own stability or replicate more reliably than its fellow molecules would "win" and continue on, if only in form, through time. He postulates that the biological organisms that arose around these DNA molecules serve as gene vehicles /survival machines, and that our theories which had at the time of publication (mid 1970s) tended to focus on the survival of biological individuals or as species were misguided. Essentially he claims that the only genes that will survive will be the ones that instill in their "hosts" a better ability to survive and reproduce and pass them on. He terms this facet of evolution the "selfish gene" - not selfish as in consciously concerned with only its own well being, but selfish in that the dominant effects of any gene on its vehicle's phenotype will be those which look as if the gene is behaving selfishly. The term "selfish" actually arises in direct contrast to altruism and is an attempt to resolve the existence of altruism in animals, a seeming paradox when viewed from the top / down organism / species model.

Quickly, any organism that practices pure altruism - that is, self sacrifice for the benefit of other organisms - would be doomed to stopping its own gene line in the favor of others. While it would be nice if organisms would reciprocate to such a pleasant fellow, the reality is that such organisms would quickly be taken advantage of and they (the altruistic ones) would be at a selective disadvantage to the crafty ones, so the altruistic ones would inevitably die off. Dawkins says that in order for any trait to propagate and become viable, it has to demonstrate a survival/reproductive advantage - there is no such thing as "pure altruism" because it is such an obviously disadvantageous stance to take. We do see altruism on occasion, though, so what is going on? Dawkins says we can't see the advantages at the individual / species level because they're not there, but you can see them on the gene v. gene pool scale. The gene that promotes altruism in the host animal is causing it to rescue animals that are likely to be highly related to the host animal and therefore highly like to contain that very gene for altruism. The altruism does not, it turns out, sacrifice one animal for the benefit of many, but sacrifices one copy of the gene for the many copies that exist in those it saves. The move, then, is a "calculated" selfish one, something straight out of game theory or utilitarian ethics.

I've already committed the sin that Dawkins himself is widely accused of committing in this book, that of sloppily throwing out terms like "selfish" that imply a cognisant will on the part of the gene. Dawkins is actually very careful to stratify his language and fully admits within the text that he will write in an informal language that implies willful intent because to use the absolutely correct terminology would render the text clunky. He notes that when he says terms like "selfish" and "tries to" w/r/t genes, he means behaves in a way that seems as though it has a will from the outside much the same way we say a heat-sinking missile "chases" a target even though everyone knows the missile is not consciously chasing but is following a preset program that looks like will to an outside observer.

And this is what makes the world according to Dawkins a little bit terrifying - there is no will and no intended action, there is only this sense that physical actions as an outcry of the genes within the survival machines. In a weird kind of tautology, the things that exist and propagate start to be identified as "the things which came about that are the best at existing and propagating." There's a callous wasteland feel to the book that is psychologically terrifying for some people; that all that is is th equality of "is-ness" - you can break it down and identify individual trends that explain why these things have come about the way they have, but to the objects themselves, the only point worth considering is that you exist because at some point you did what was necessary to exist. The only permanence here is in the genes, and not even really there - they mutate and change, not to mention that "they" are not a "they" at all but really the abstract of the overarching forms they take - e.g., it's not the actual same carbon atoms that move down generation to generation, it's only their arrangement. I felt a harrowing undercurrent in the text of the absolute instantiation of everything only in form and not in content. There are details in survival and reproduction that are interesting to us but meaningless in the grand scheme - "gene still standing" is the only rule that matters, and not even that particular gene but that's particular gene's particular gene-ness.

Still, despite that gigantic dose of scariness, Dawkins makes great arguments for this approach to evolution with example upon example, each time meeting any challenge that could be thought up and dispelling many of the earlier models of species based evolutionary thought. The book is also filled with great "classroom examples" of game theory and other scenario setups that Dawkins used to explain typical animal world phenomena on a gene perspective basis - for one example, explaining on a game theory basis why cannibalism and battles to the death within a species tend to be rare events. It is, no doubt, a very easy-to-read layman's book that uses highly memorable examples to, for better or worse, hammer and hammer and hammer its point home - and yes, one complaint I had was that I had more or less gotten the message by the seventh example in favor of the theory.

The other big complaint is a trend I notice in a lot of these pop-science/religion books I've been reading lately and one that The End of Faith happened to be guilty of as well - that of the "now that I've established my main argument, I will now recklessly speculate on topics which I have no business touching upon." In this case, Dawkins does it twice - first, he throws in some highly miscellaneous comments about how humans are uniquely capable of consciously battling our unconscious, selfish genes. For example, a person can decide not to pass on his genes by not reproducing, an act that serves the "survival machine"'s interests but obviously does some harm to the genes within.

Second, O dios mio and insert other expressions of exasperation here, Dawkins coined the term "memes." A meme is the insubstantiated thought-equivalent of a gene, and survives by the same mechanisms - the content of the meme is borderline irrelevant outside of the same abilities that are important to the original replicable molecules - is it a stable idea (good at living) and is it an easily transmittable idea (good at reproducing). VERY IMPORTANTLY, the survivability of a meme DOES NOT have to do with the survivability of its thinker - memes need not bestow reproductive or survival advantages upon their thinkers. They, just like genes, only need properties that help themselves survive and reproduce. Dawkins keeps thing relatively simple - he mentions stories, poems, tunes that stick in people's minds and such. He notes that they battle for the finite resources of people's memory banks as well as billboard signs and paper and everything else. He (rather weakly) claims that memes tend to survive and become replicate best if they are favorable to the psychological environment (though he neglects to mention what that psychological environment exactly is or what properties of ameme make it ideal). So memes are, in a sense, at battle with one another, and just like genes, they mutate and propagate and pass from generation to generation to arrive at the embodiment in which they exist today.

I have (and have had for a while) numerous problems with the concept of memes. One, unlike genes which endow their carriers with sharper claws, hyperactive sperm, or what have you, the characteristics that make memes memorable and persistent within human culture are often left out of discussions and carry a sort of ineffable quality that to me sounds a whole lot like my favorite quote from school this year:

"The movies that are the most memorable are the ones that are unforgettable."

In other words, a lot of meme talk sounds like an exaggerated version of "the ideas that stick around are those which stick around." My second major complaint is that regardless of how abstract you get about these memes, they ALWAYS exist in reference to a physical reality. And when they don't exist in reference to a physical reality, they came from one, i.e., a physical and biological human brain, so the line between the physical gene embodiment and abstract self propagating idea is woefully blurred. Third, I think there is a problem with the idea of replicability of memes. With genes, there is a physical object which, in order to be able to still be categorized as a variation on that which came before it, can only physically vary from its predecessor within certain limits. If a gene were to suddenly inact its exact opposite, it would clearly not be the same gene any more. With a meme, you can never be sure of this - for example, if I hear something incorrectly and the meme that is transferred into my brain is a wildly different version of the intended meme, is this a case of a bad meme that couldn't be replicated well or a good meme that varies so well that it can even propagate itself in brand new forms? Take Reform Judiasm, for example - is that a bad-ass meme that has evolved successfully along a process for 5000 years, or is it a new invading meme that is beating up the old Orthodox one? Are the two even related? I don't think you can have it both ways. Fourth, the meme conversation to me *reeks* of the "pointless banter" of which philosophy routinely gets accused (and in this case, as opposed to all the other ones, it's accurate). A term like "meme" seems like it should be a categorical label, but I am hard-pressed to think of anything that isn't a meme - sure, terms like "the marriage meme" get thrown about, and that seems to be some kind of overarching, more permanent meme. But there are so many others - the carnivorous cat meme, the Coca Cola meme, the jazz meme, the what's in my back left pocket mere, etc. After a while, it seems like all you are talking about is IDEAS. And if so, why are you using a different word? The concept that memes constitute our mental embodiments is akin to saying there's a certain quality common to all things in the universe - it's a useless quality, because it distinguishes nothing.

(memes also ahve the additional complication of being part of their own subset; i.e., there exists something you could call the meme of "memes." And that gets the ball rolling for the meme of the "meme of memes," the meme of the meme of the meme of memes, etc.).

Of course, the main meme beef is that Dawkins brought this up at all. What the hell? In an otherwise great if somewhat repetitive book, there's this toss-off underdeveloped idea about how cultural evolution works. This armchair speculation in such a text is highly unwelcome - leave the meme banter for a book on memes! I'll fully admit that maybe I just don't understand what all the meme buzz is about, but the throw-away chapter in this book certainly didn't win me over. Otherwise, fine work, Mr. Dawkins.

This is what happens...

When fellow teachers ask you to stay at work another two hours to cover their class, but then it turns out that they were wrong and it wasn't today they needed you to cover their class, only they didn't tell you that, so you ended up staying there another hour when you didn't need to and since you hadn't planned on being there you didn't bring your book and so you end up doodling:


Argh, to say the least. Nyetian Art connoisseurs will notice a certain stylistic resemblance to LoG. Maybe we'll post that one some day. Anyhoo... tutoring / class otherwise went fine this morning and now I am back at the homestead enjoying my fourth to last Monday afternoon in the fine suburb of Graftonia. That's right, any denial that an official countdown has begun is futile; we are now in the waning hours of the Nyetian Northeastern Adventure. At some point this blog will feature a wrapup of the six year stay; that point is not now.

Instead, I will regale you with more boring tales of BUDA Ultimate. Actually, no I won't, other than to include a bullet point list of highlights from yesterday

- I had a player call "Violation of Airspace" on me. Which is one of the weinier calls out there anyways, but in this case was just heinously silly - I was downfield of him, a throw was coming, I timed it and jumped and he, who had been running with his head down and didn't even know the disc was up, ran into me from behind. Awesome.

- Another player called "Violation - Changing Hands." I can't even express how dumb this one is. You might as well call "Dribbling" in basketball. I.e., this is not a rule. Wacky.

- I threw a soft, soft scoober (upside down pass) to a teammate who was all by his lonesome - said teammate gacked it with both hands then fell down as the disc bounced off his face. He asked me after the point to "stop throwing so many hammers."

Stellar day. i otherwise had a couple of saweet layout catches and a couple of layout D's, which is a surefire sign that I am getting my legs back under me. The whole thing, though, was just a kinda depressing afternoon - gloomy and dank, and just felt like a pointless exercise, what with the idiotic calls and people doign ridiculous stuff on the field. I've mentioned this before, but I'm probably not fast / good enough / unafraid of serious injury enough to play competitive club now, but on the other hand I am not patient enough to play at this level. Oh well - good exercise, good exercise I keep telling myself. Plus occasional fun...

Met up with the Beck later after a much-needed shower and shave (I was face-covered muddy after said layouts, which always makes for an exciting drive home - if someone cuts you off, you just catch up with them and give them the mud-faced stare, highly effective in conjuring "mommy, why is that man sharpening his axe" type thoughts in the offending driver's head). We lolligagged on dinner and ended up making it a S&S night which, sadly, the Gringoat were not able to attend. That last line effectively means we had ice cream for dinner (though I did follow it up with a veggie burrito later - if by veggie you mean bean and cheese. And I do, I do).

Mean Bean and Cheese. Yeah, I said it.

Otherwise a low-key Saturday leading into this ill-work-extend Monday - dancing tonight, and I will spend the afternoon finishing that Dawkins review and otherwise reading reading reading to edumacate the me within. Peace.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Kerja Rodi

Akhirnya bisa memposting lagi! Setelah sang sakit sudah puas mengambil jatahnya, sekarang saya bisa beraktifitas dengan lancar lagi. Yah, tau lah sok ngartis gitu, kemaren kena penyakit yang biasa melanda para artis Indonesia : kecapekan. Wakakakakaka, karena emang metabolisme tubuh selama sebulan terakhir emang gak menentu banget, akhirnya selama satu minggu kemarin terkaparlah saya dengan suksesnya menjadi korban sang sakit. Mulai dari demam tulang selama seminggu, radang tenggorokan, flu berat, migren, sampai penyakit yang udah 4 tahun gak pernah kambuh lagi, yaitu asma. Ibu saja sampai ngomelin, karena artinya sakit saya udah parah banget karena sang asma muncul, dan memang begitulah kenyataannya!
Tapi sekarang saya udah bisa berbagi lagi dengan kalian, dan inilah postingan terakhir di bulan april sebelum memasuki bulan mei yang kayaknya bakalan penuh struggle.
Selama wiken kemarin tidak ada kegiatan yang berarti, karena emang saya yang malas kemana-mana karena masih mau beristirahat aja, ada sih undangan makan-makan waktu sabtu malam, dan pas minggu nya di ajak karakoean sama SonIX-ers (miss you fella!), tapi udah niat beres-beres kamar, jadi semua kegiatan di cancel dulu.
Dan jadilah saya selama 2 hari mulai menata kembali sang kamar yang pernah lepas dari tanganku. Pasca kembalinya sang nenek ke pangkuan di-Atas, sekarang saya mau balik lagi ke kamarku yang dulu. Udah capek tidur di gudang. Jadi pas hari sabtunya, semua sampah dan semua debu di bersihkan. Tempat tidur kembali di tata di tempatnya, dan lemari baju pun otomatis di pindahkan kembali. Yang paling menyita perhatian yah kamar mandinya. Ckckckckck, secara ternyata tu kamar mandi udah kotor banget. Jadi deh, babu sehari.
Setelah puas menata kembali letak barang-barang besar, ternyata perjuangannya belum selesai. Nah di hari minggunya, mo dikemanain semua semua barang-barang kecil itu? Secara saya lihat, begh, begitu banyak dan menumpuk “hal-hal kecil” yang ketika disatukan semua menjadi banyak. Dan setelah menganalisa dan mengumpulkannya di lantai, ternyata yang paling banyak menjadi sampah, yaitu : KERTAS!

Gak tau napa pas saya perhatikan lagi, kok bisa-bisanya saya masih menyimpan brosur gak jelas (bahkan saya sudah lupa mengambilnya dimana), struk wartel, sampai foto kopian kuliah yang nasibnya sudah tidak jelas. Satu lagi sampah kertas yang menjadi banyak kelihatan yaitu majalah! Mulai dari majalah hasil rampokan jaman sma dulu, majalah gratisan dari konjen Jepang, majalah film, sampai majalah musik bertebaran dimana-mana. Cuma karena emang gak pernah dirawat dengan semestinya, jadilah beberapa majalah itu keadaannya menjadi terburai, dan akhirnya menjadi sampah! Jadinya sekarang mesti menata kembali, dan memilih-milih majalah yang masih bisa disimpan, dan selebihnya dibuang aja.

Satu lagi penemuan, ketika membereskan kamarku, yaitu saya melihat kembali sisa-sisa dari beberapa kaset. Jadi teringat, jaman dulu banget dimana kaset merupakan teman yang paling cocok dikala sendirian, dan ternyata yang tersisa hanyalah kompilasi max 10, soundtrack Roswell, Sheila on 7 album 2 & 3, kompilasi prambors hits 1, kaset demo dari sony untuk single Sheila on 7 yang sahabat sejati + denada yang kangen (yang ini rampok di Sonata), dan kaset bonus dari Westlife yang coast to coast special edition (yeah, you’re right, bagaimanapun westlife teteup menjadi guilty pleasure tersendiri) dan terakhir, soundtrack AADC dong! Ah, jadi kangen lagi dengan masa-masa lalu itu, yang skarang sudah tergantikan lagi dengan keberadaan mp3.


Yang mesti dibenahi juga yaitu tatanan posternya kembali. Hahahaha, entahlah apakah masih mau temple poster lagi, soalnya besok (di bulan mei) rencana mo ngecat ulang dengan semangat brown power! Jadi poster-poster itu kayaknya udah mesti dilepas juga. Dan yang paling berantakan ya, inilah meja multi fungsi. Meja belajar jaman sma masih betah menemaniku. Dan karena emang lagi berantakan, jadinya serba guna deh!

Setelah 6 jam lebih bergulat dengan debu, sarang laba-laba, berbagai kenangan yang masuk kembali melalui beberapa barang tertentu, akhirnya kerja rodinya kelar juga! Dan sekarang saya telah resmi menempati sang kamar lagi, dengan semangat baru lagi dan kehidupan yang baru lagi.

He-Moe's (Not the Austin Club)

The sign on the bathroom door at Moe's said "He-Moe's." Despite the fine status of my clotting factors, I went in anyways. Ba-Dum Ching.

After getting my blogging in yesterday I left to tutor and got stuck in the STUPIDEST TRAFFIC JAM EVER. Well, okay, maybe not Phish in Coventry Bad, but i was rolling along my normal 20 minute route to the first house when I got stuck in a vortex of the cessation of movement near Westborough Center. dx/dt = 0 and such. I was wedged between cars in front and back and there were police vehicles to my immediate left (and a sidewalk to my immediate right), so I couldn't even turn around and go home to cry. What the hell was going on you might ask?


At 9:45 on Saturday morning! Ah, Americana, I shake my fist angrily at you. I ended up dodging the Center and getting back on track about 30 minutes later, but it threw off the entire morning. Argh.

When i got home, though, I had the clever inspiration to run up to our local Little League replica-Fenway park Miner Field and take in a game. It's about two miles from our house, so i figured hey, nice way to get some exercise and take part in that which had wrecked my commute. (Oddly, no one has posted pictures of the little replica job on the web - at least not that I can find in two seconds - so here is the view from above courtesy of Zach and my friends at Google Maps):


So I made the trek there and just about died 2/3 of the way - crazy humid here in the Bay State yesterday, and my weak winterized body was not ready for it. I watched some little league baseball for about five minutes before I began to feel my own "To Catch a Predator-ish" vibe - I am so glad that my fine culture has emphasized such ideas to an extent that I can't even enjoy a baseball game anymore. No, thank you, Stone Phillips. I eventually ran/jogged/walked home, and that is it for my 2007 Little League support.

Spent the PM watching the Sharks barely lose to the Red Wings and watching the Sox choke against the Yankees, bringing everyone in the local area back to the plane of reality / despair. Beck moved some more furniture out on the lawn and it was dutifully picked up by passers by - this included our dining room table and my cinder block shelves from the days of my youth. The apartment is starting to get a definitive squatted-in vibe.

We headed over to Gringoat to have dinner with them and Ben "Nolan Ryan," a first year resident and former Tufts student friend of Ali's. Tres nice dude. We hit up the aforementioned local burrito joint Moe's (now with new menus and higher prices, oh my!) and its oddly labeled bathrooms and then came to Ben and Ali's for a vastly more even-tempered game of Boggle. I spelled "teared" as in, "I teared up when I realized that when I go to hell, it will involve an eternity of playing boggle."Just kidding - fun times and flat tonic, and we got to chill with the Heidster (the GG dog) taboot. Ben-Ali have an apartment in Providence now, so that source of stress is thankfully gone; Ali and Beck will now spend their Sundays attending baby showers and the like. Ali addressed their card to "Sarah Plus Fetus."

And today... it once again rained for a good portion of last evening, so I think my Ultimate game may be canceled. It is impossible to get off the ground with these constant rainouts - I would seriously like to get back in running / sprinting shape, but the every-other-weekend warrior routine is not getting the job done. Grumble grumble. So if that gets canceled, I will have to come up with something else exciting to do today, like run on the shoulder of 122. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE recreational jogging?

I know, I know, you're screaming for that Dawkins book review. And the dog tails. I'm going to read another one of his books today and keep a close eye on S & W so I can review even more and note even more hilarious antics from a dog's eye view. You are psyched; I can tell.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Da. Da-d-da-d-da-d-da. Da-d-da-d-da-d-da. Dah Dah Daaaaah (burumbarumbadarumbumbumbumbumbum).

Wow. That post title is supposed to be the theme music to The Legend of Zelda. You know. That game with Link.

Memes and memetics
The iFam (plus Greg and nyet) had a talk about memes last weekend, a topic which will surely be ballied about here in the not too distant future. These are the wiki links; you should get reading lest the Ballad leave you in the confused dust.

Viruses of the Mind
And while we're at it, here's a Richard Dawkins essay attempting to explain the role of memes in religion.

Mary Midgley

A British moral philospoher with a penchant for laying the philosophical smack down on Dawkins.

Gilbert Arenas's Blog
No memes within (or at least no explicit discussion of memes)(which is the biggest problem with memes - what isn't a meme?)

Rolling Stones Immortals of Rock and Roll
A top 100 list with articles written by music peeps.

Top Sports Movies
Over at Rotten Tomato.

Philosophy since the Enlightenment and Squashed Philosophers
Two sites that break down heady philosophy into bite sized chucks. "Modern" philosophy indeed.

And finally, Kramer has some ideas w/r/t my plans for June 2nd:




Friday, April 27, 2007

*OH* *I* Just Don't Know Where to Begin...

Though he says it's now or never, he'll wait forever...

Ladies and Gentleman, your clever inversion of an Elvis Costello Lyric!! That's right, he who was Imus before Imus was Imus has been the Main Attraction in the CD Player / iTunes this week, so I thought I'd kick things off with a lyric apropos. You know, what with my whole stick in the mud approach to career decisions. Yikes.

Alright, week in review... Monday night the Beck and I go tin another dance lesson, this time incorporating a spin into our promenade. Ooh la la, indeed. It was fun but frustrating as we were both pretty friggin' tired. Tuesday... ugh, Tuesday. I had given my students a Quiz is Pop (Yeah Yeah) on Monday, so they were not thrilled to see me on Tuesday - in an act of revenge, I made them watch a lecture series video on evolution. And they complained and complained, and they were right - hella boring. But informative. Whatever. It just set the tone for a drawn out day of tutoring and blah. I eventually made it home to the Beck who had been obsessively watching Dancing with the Stars on the internet all day. What the World Needs Now is another drawn out faux reality results show(and apparently that's now what we'll be doing on Tuesday nights) like I Need a Hole in My Head. I went for a run and started to watch a little baseball when I learned via the fantasy baseball board that the Tufts Emen Ultimate team was going to be playing LIVE online that night. Wahoo! It was pretty sweet to watch Ultimate live on the computadora, even if it is one of the worse spectator sports out there. The commentators, for instance, are constantly mumbling "I think there's some sort of call on the filed..." Anyhoo, the Emen won and are headed to Regionals. Exciting times. Here's a clip of Emen superstar of years past Rob Spies for your enjoyment:



Wednesday was a crusher. Get ready for a bunch of "And thens." To start, more of the usual, school-wise: class in the morning; we continued a video on the history of AIDS. And things just slowly got crappy from that point forward. Horrendous tutoring session with one of my students; he just COULD NOT get nondisjunction and other concepts of meiosis. Painful. Then I had a meeting with my advisees and told them about Arizona next year; most of them took it well but a couple were actually upset. And then some of my other former students (Grace, Sophie, Tory) stopped by and I told them, too, and they were very upset. A bad vibe all around. And then one of my tutees stopped by, one whom I'm sure I've mentioned before who I've been working with all year on chemistry and math and have occasionally served as faux counselor for, dropped by to cancel her appointment and tell me she would now be working with another tutor. I essentially got fired by a 16 year old for no discernible reason other than it was more convenient for her to tutor with someone who lives closer. I understand, and on paper it's no big deal, but the complete absence of any commentary from the parents and the sudden shutoff were not great. And then... one of my advisees parents called and asked me all about his college application process, and I only remembered about halfway through that his parents were bitterly divorced, he was emancipated from her and this was essentially a manipulative lady trying to get info behind her son's back. AWESOME! And then... the kicker was that the day ended with a faculty meeting that was completely focused on contract holds , which essentially means debating which kids were and were not going to get kicked out. Rife with tension and an overall air of childish bickering. People going to bat for kids and all semblance of any kind of unified (academic and artwise) school vision just vanished. Just a crappy and overly emotional end to the day. The final and then is that my afternoon tutoring client flaked on me - thankfully, this time I called her house before driving all the way out there.

SO the and thens stopped, and I called Beck - she and Ali were apartment hunting in the Gringoat's new city of residence, Providence, RI. We decided that based on a long day for everyone and a bad day for me that Bertucci's was in the offing. Hells yeah. It took a while for the ladyfolk to get back from P-town, but when they did I drove over to ALi's to meet them and we in turn drove to Bertucci's to wait for Ben.

Separate paragraph: the PGoat was on fire Wednesday night. She had decided to wear a top with what must have been a solar eclipse in the front. I wouldn't know, because I wasn't looking, but Beck kept interrupting Ben's stories at the restaurant by shouting "Ali, your solar eclipse is falling out of your shirt," which inevitably drew Ben's attention. But he was smart and only quickly glanced at the solar eclipse and then looked away, just like you're supposed to. Ali seemed moderately embarrassed about her overflowing solar eclipse. Beck then pointed out that Ben shouldn't be so excited because he gets to see solar eclipses all the time. I found this entire conversation very confusing. Ali later upped the ante by doing an impression of our friend Richard Johnson, complete with facial expressions and dancing and a threat to spit various liquids. And lest I forget, on the car ride over, Ali sifted through some of the "essays" written by my students and read them in her most theatrical voice. Let me just say that if you thought the Robster was funny, well, you have no appreciation of relative comedy scales. Ali's rendition of my student-who-shall-remain-nameless's essay on her ideal evolutionary animal will not be topped on any comedy scale any time soon. Hi-larious, and only mildly demeaning to the student who wrote it.

In seriousness, though, Ali was very sweet in asking about the crapitude of my day and the general crapitudes of teaching, and I appreciated it. beck of course made things much brighter as well. Ben rolled in a bit late and told us a sweet story of "Don" (whose real name was Mark), a adidas track-suited gold chain wearing mafioso type in Providence with not-so-subtle racial opinions. Ask him about it sometime, as I cannot hope to replicate it, but let's just say that all those New Jersey gangster stereotypes that you would think are too stupid to possibly exist in real life? They do. And Ben and Ali's mom met one. Named "Don."

We took a rain check on S&S (which i will cash tonight, dammit) and called it a night. Thursday (left the house at 6:40, didn't really get back until 9 because of various tutoring duties) was nowhere near as exciting, except that the Beck and I finished the Lost episode from Wednesday. this week, I only lost 12 IQ points, so things must be looking up. I drove in to work on Friday to give my class and then noted that my schedule of appointments / meetings and such had been canceled due to school assemblies and/or the prom that night, so I drove home through a ridiculous rainstorm - no Friday PM Cognex Ultimate for me. :(. But I chilled at home, finished The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins. Don't worry, a timely review is coming. Beck got home after a jaunt to the baies R Us stores - Sarah aka "Mound Plus" is having a shower this weekend, so there is now a bevy of (surprise presents) in our home. Beck and I chilled for the remainder of the afternoon, took a nap, and played a sweet game called Blockus at night. I am sure marital bliss is going to change our pattern extraordinarily.

I kid, I kid.

A little bit of tutoring this morning (calculus and then bio) and then it's back to a sea of NHL and NBA playoffs and baseball this PM. Maybe we will have more fun with Solar Eclipse and the Astronomer and Saviour Mound Plus tonight; who knows. But one thing is for sure, there will be scoops, swirls and inappropriate cursing at children involved, and not necessarily in that order.

More posts coming today, i swear.