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flexagon"Life seems to be offering you so much of what you dream of, if only you could touch it."
Yes.
"Beware of a false lack of confidence."
Huh?
It hasn't been a great week for hearing things correctly. I was out at dinner last night after yoga when I swear I heard someone say "downdog.xml"... down dog dot XML, like a filename. But there's no way anyone said that; I'm sure I heard that because I'm a yoga-type software engineer. Later I heard someone at the same table say I'll show you my thing, but it will fall apart as soon as you look at it, and that one was quite clear. I can only hope they weren't preparing to play doctor.
Drop date at MIT just went by, and attendance at my algorithms class has halved after that last really tough exam. At my last recitation, which started out with ~15 students, there were only five last Friday -- four girls and one guy, for those who care to count. It's turning into an endurance thing. The class as currently taught is going away in the future, with some of the material moving to a more coding-intensive algorithms class and the more advanced stuff moving to a grad class, and that may be a good thing. I'd definitely be learning more if it moved at a slower pace.
And Frankenstein was in the hospital for two days... it turns out his kidneys were/are getting worse, due to his lymphoma spreading. The kidneys improved with medication and fluids and he's home again, but still is not excited about eating. We bribed him with baby food today, which is basically pureed chicken, and he ate a bit. I feel terrible about all this on several levels.
I'm even gladder than usual to have![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heisenbug around. I say "everything feels impossible" and he hugs me and says "let's go to the gym".
Yes.
"Beware of a false lack of confidence."
Huh?
It hasn't been a great week for hearing things correctly. I was out at dinner last night after yoga when I swear I heard someone say "downdog.xml"... down dog dot XML, like a filename. But there's no way anyone said that; I'm sure I heard that because I'm a yoga-type software engineer. Later I heard someone at the same table say I'll show you my thing, but it will fall apart as soon as you look at it, and that one was quite clear. I can only hope they weren't preparing to play doctor.
Drop date at MIT just went by, and attendance at my algorithms class has halved after that last really tough exam. At my last recitation, which started out with ~15 students, there were only five last Friday -- four girls and one guy, for those who care to count. It's turning into an endurance thing. The class as currently taught is going away in the future, with some of the material moving to a more coding-intensive algorithms class and the more advanced stuff moving to a grad class, and that may be a good thing. I'd definitely be learning more if it moved at a slower pace.
And Frankenstein was in the hospital for two days... it turns out his kidneys were/are getting worse, due to his lymphoma spreading. The kidneys improved with medication and fluids and he's home again, but still is not excited about eating. We bribed him with baby food today, which is basically pureed chicken, and he ate a bit. I feel terrible about all this on several levels.
I'm even gladder than usual to have
heisenbug around. I say "everything feels impossible" and he hugs me and says "let's go to the gym".
