The digitaleidoscope CIC is on the move! If you’re wondering why the updates have been sparse, that’s why. We’ve left our old home and moved to a new one on campus, and it’s been a little more chaotic settling into a new location and a new semester (and a new job) than I expected. Never fear — the mobile battlestation is all set up and ready to roll. We’ll be resuming your regularly scheduled programming this weekend — from our slightly more compact setup. Sorry for the brief hiatus, but the WAD reviews and bad LPs of obscure strategy games
Category: Personal
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Some days are less good than others. I’m writing this at the end of one of those days, and it might be a bit too squishy a look into my life for you, but I’m going to write this anyway. The About page does advertise “unfiltered emotions,” after all; it’s about time I lived up to that claim. It’s a less-good day for a slew of reasons. Some are things that happened and some are things that didn’t happen. Things I said and things I should have said but didn’t. And most importantly, some things I didn’t do. I’m not
Homecoming
In less than a week, I’m going to be back here. In this place, right up there. Or somewhere nearby. I’m not sure I have any classes in Coburn this semester… but you get the idea. I’ve written about this place once or twice. Made reference to it when I took some photos near the campus. But I’ve never come out straight-up and said it, so here it is for posterity: This is UMass Lowell, where I go to school, and this is one of my favorite places on Earth. For a year now, I’ve made my home-away-from-home here —
Quest Accepted — 0/40 Hours Complete
A while ago, I posted about how I was looking for a job. I got one. You know that “I have no idea what I’m doing” image macro? That’s me at this new job. There’s probably a list somewhere of the jobs computer nerds aren’t really cut out for, and I’d say selling power tools is on that list. There is nothing more out of place than me in a hardware store. How did I get this job, again?
Soft Reset
It’s that time of year. Well, one of those that times. Time for a reset. The stress of research papers, exams, final projects distracts you enough not to really see it coming. Then, suddenly, it’s right there staring you in the face: the end. The end for now, anyway. Did you have the chance to say goodbye to everyone you met over the semester? To throw a thank you at the professors who inspired you and really taught you something? To just take in the atmosphere of the campus, the place — the community — that you won’t be a
Work Is More Fun Than Fun
In my quest to better understand you humans and more accurately emulate your behavior, I have come across one question that has long stumped me. What separates a child from an adult? It’s a more difficult question than it sounds. My original data seemed to indicate two distinct groups: kids and adults; and telling them apart was easy. An unexplainable transformation clearly took place at some point, turning kids into adults by turning them big and boring and making them care more about work than play. The exact process was a mystery, of course, but the logic was sound and
In Which I Return to the First Grade
Over the weekend, I took a break from the rigors of college to get grilled on something even more challenging: first grade sentence completion and math equations. I had a pretty tough teacher but I think I did well, all things considered. Did I mention my niece is one of my favoritest people in the world?
See You, January
A very good friend of mine shared this the other day, originally from The Winter of the Air: Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel
Single-serving Friends
I have this problem. I hope I’m not the only one. Maybe you have it too. You see, the internet has spoiled me. In a digital world, when I meet someone kind or interesting or inspiring, there is always some URL involved — or an e-mail address, a screen name, a gaming handle — some way to find this person again. Staying in connected, if you choose to, is a matter of a few keyboard strokes or mouse clicks. Easy peasy. The real world doesn’t work like that, and that bums me out. I find that I always meet the