Also, the second half of the conversations were in someone else’s book. I’m not just a crazy person writing notes to themselves. I’m occasionally much more than that.
I know I’m arriving really late to the Neon Indian party, but gosh darn am I loving this song.
Great band name. Super song. Horrible video. Friday is going swell.
UPDATE:
Here is an example of the sorts of things we’re learning in bioinformatics at the moment.
My version of note-taking might be a little less than helpful when the exam rolls around. I might also point out I’m only responsible for the G-rated material. You can thank Twitch for the eloquent response to my scribbles.
Today is a two song-day. If you haven’t heard this yet, you’re living in a sad, dark world. Hit play and greet the world of the LIGHT!
I can’t remember if I’ve ever done a post about the following anecdote, but I have a tendency to tell the same stories over and over anyway, so people should just deal with it.
Once upon a time, I was looking after my neighbours’ plants while they were away. To water plants in their yard, I had to unlock a gate with keys they’d given me and I’d attached to my own house/car keys. The padlock in question was on the inside of the gate, which is a bit taller than me and completely solid. More like a door, really. So I would lean over it awkwardly and blindly stab at the padlock with the key until the latch clicked.
I was doing this one day, when the keys escaped my hand and fell onto the wrong side of the locked gate.
After a brief tantrum, the reality of my situation truly dawned on me and I realised that I really couldn’t retrieve my keys without scaling the gate.
I clawed at the gate for a bit, searching for footholds. There were none. Would other neighbours recognise me as the carer of the plants, or would they assume I was trying to break in to steal camellias? I couldn’t be sure. I gave up climbing the gate.
There must be another weak point along this fence line, I thought. I walked the perimeter looking for a new, perhaps more secluded spot to try climbing into the yard. I could stand on the barbecue, or maybe tip one of the wheelie bins over…
I decided to use an old trailer pushed against the fence as a step. The next challenge was trying to find a place on the other side of the fence I could alight without crushing geraniums. I made use of my excellent trigonometry skills to pick the perfect leaping-angle, and just as I was about to risk life and limb to retrieve my keys (and dignity) I noticed another gate.
Unlocked.
Turns out I was meant to use that one the whole time.
Unrelated: Emo toadstool musician.
I won’t lie, I did this by tracing over an existing image, but I like the effect.
Actually, it looks pretty awful.
Ah well. I’ll get better eventually.
Here is everything I achieved in English yesterday.
Note; The first is a found poem, I just wrote down interesting things people said and they started to look poemish.
Or he. I can’t really tell. This is what I did when I realised I still had coloured pencils. I’ve got 2 more at the moment, one blue, one uncoloured, and I’ll need to do a fourth. But WHY? What are they and why do they exist?
Suggestions?
I got nothing.
This is what grows if you plant birdseed. Or so I’m led to believe.
And this is very impressive, in my humble opinion. I’m a lover of Beck (why wouldn’t you be?) from a long way back, and I approve of this version highly.
And finally, to bring back the haiku…
A case of sniffles
And miscommunication
And winter returns.
