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The "every 5th interest" meme Sep. 5th, 2005 @ 09:55 pm
1) chinese people

Life as a grad student is a great time for culturally diversifying oneself. I have had 4 chinese, 2 korean, and 2 indian officemates over the course of grad school. I also currently share my office phone line with 8 chinese people and 3 koreans. I'm pretty fascinated with all of the cultures. It's really amazing to hear how their upbringing has affected their outlook on life and American culture especially. Interesting fact: chinese people often pay extra to make sure their phone numbers don't include the number 6 (or 8, I can't remember). This has something to do with that number representing death.

3) cycling

Thanks to my stepbrother Nick. After dislocating my shoulder a seemingly infinite number of times, I dropped the whitewater kayaking for road cycling. It's lots of fun to get out on the back country roads and get some good exercise while enjoying nature.

4) electrical engineering

Nerd stuff. I like math. I like electricity. I like fixing things. That seemed to make EE a natural choice.

5) hot steamy shower love (actually supposed to be homebrewing, but Lisa already covered that one)

No explanation necessary.

6) lake activities

My folks live on Smith Lake. Lots of fun to play in the lake, ride in the boat, etc.

7) nutrition

Does a body good. I like knowing what makes my body go and how to make it go better.

8) sci-fi

Anybody that likes to do math for 12 hours a day is going to like watching movies about aliens, robots, and laser guns.

9) useless facts

Who doesn't love useless trivia. See the factoid from #1.

Construction poop Sep. 5th, 2005 @ 09:42 pm
Over the last year or so, there has been a lot of construction going on on campus. There's a parking lot right across from my building that has been confiscated by the construction people. They've put about 4-5 trailers in the parking lot to house the site managers and whatnot. After they installed their trailers, I noticed some PVC pipes coming down out of the trailers into these white boxes that were sitting right next to a sidewalk where I would guess 5000+ students walk by everyday. "Hmmm...I wonder what those are?" I whimsically inquired to myself. But alas, to those that didn't know, the truth came flowing into those boxes the very next day. You see, the boxes are not totally opaque. At least not to the point where mounds of construction worker poop doesn't show through. I wanted to take some pics to show you guys exactly what I was talking about. Unfortunately, they were kind enough to move the boxes away from the sidewalk for the game this past Saturday. So, this is the best I can show you now.

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a sad (as in pathetic) story Jul. 8th, 2005 @ 11:19 pm
Those of you in the academics know that part of your graduate career is going to conferences to present your work. Well, there's this conference going on this week, and several months ago I'd asked my major prof if he'd like to go instead of me. He's on sabatical and I'm teaching 2 classes so it seemed like the best thing. He said sure he'd go. Then about a month ago when it was time to arrange for airline tix and hotel and whatnot, he decided he couldn't go because he had some funding related trip he had to take. So I was stuck going. Normally, I'd love to go to this particular conference. It's one of the big conferences held every year in my particular area of expertise, and it's a great opportunity for mingling and profession development. However, because it's summer and no one is available to cover my classes for me, that meant I'd had to leave after class on wednesday, fly to DC (the conference location), give my poster presentation Thursday and fly back that night so I could teach on Friday morning. So I left on wednesday afternoon from ATL to DC landed in DC at about 8pm. The hotel actually screwed up my room and I was in a 2-room suite with a great big living room. So that was cool. The next morning I got up to go to the conference. As a rule, your poster has to be up all day, but you have to stand next to it for an hour at a pre-scheduled time. So I stood there for an hour, and no one asked me anything about my poster. Not one person. Then because of my schedule, I went back to the hotel and checked out. Since I'd never been to DC before and didn't have time to sightsee really, I got the cab driver to drive me around for about 20 minutes before he took me back to the airport. It was sort of neat. But really it kind of stunk because I only got to see the outside of all the buildings. I did see the backyard of the white house (the view everyone is familiar with) so that was neat. Then I went to the airport and sat for a couple of hours and, before you know it, I was back in ATL. Total trip time was less than 24 hours. Total trip cost ~$750. What a big fat waste of research money. Oh well.

PS - Found out today that my prof lied to me. He never had any trip to go on. He just didn't want to go.

Winding down...I hope Jun. 29th, 2005 @ 11:15 pm
Well, I found out today that the first of about 4 journal papers have been accepted. One down, about 2 more to go to finish my dissertation (the other is just a bonus). Pretty exciting.

I'm teaching 2 classes this summer. Emag I & II. I started off with 20 students in the Emag I class. Now, after midterms, it's down to 11. But really, it should be down to about 4-5. Sometimes you just need to trim the fat. Those guys are the lazy bastards I've ever encountered. The average on the midterm was 32%. And all the problems were homework problems. Oh well, I guess there's only so much you can do.

May. 30th, 2005 @ 11:30 pm
At the request of el-wifey, I make a new post. Things are going okay. Basically, I'm hoping my research works out since I already proposed that it would/should/could. It'll either work out here in the next couple of weeks or not at all. Let's hope for the first option.

Joey has developed a very distinctive attitude lately. Tonight, he hurled a plastic hammer at Lisa's head which left quite a lump. He was sent to bed...

Lisa has become quite the cook over the course of our life together. She routinely decides to make something new, having no experience with the particular dish other than eating it. And it always turns out really well. Like restaurant quality. She's really a great cook. I have even given her the rank of "grandma" for certain dishes for which that rank is eligible (e.g., mashed potatoes). Somehow she always manages to make these fancy meals healthy. For instance, when one thinks of oatmeal cookies, you usually don't think healthy thoughts. But somehow Lisa has concocted some kind of recipe that involves almost no fat or sugar and yet retains all the yum-yum qualities of homemade grandma oatmeal cookies. Go LP.
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» Woohoo!
Graduation is around the corner. The corner being December. I've written my proposal and have to give it on about a week. When and if they pass me on that, graduation is just down hill. It turns out that the whole dissertation defense is not really that big a deal. The main thing is this whole proposal. I scheduled it in the afternoon though so hopefully everyone will be tired and won't have the energy to bombard me too badly. Maybe once this is over I can exercise again. Right now, I just sit in my office 14 hours/day working and getting fat. Woohoo!
» A treatise on the men's bathroom
I feel after 5 years of data collecting it is time for me to release my treatise on the behaviour of electrical engineering professors and students in the men's bathroom. Now bear in mind that this analysis may be extendable to a wider variety of males, but I'm not going to make such generalizations as my data collection has been limited exclusively to the 4th floor men's bathroom in the AU EE building.

Let me begin by describing the environment in which we will be operating. There are two doors one must pass through to get into the bathroom. Upon entering, the waste-filled bathroom customer notices three urinals on the far wall as well as two stalls (one handicap accessible of course). For those of you not well aware of typical urinal placement, urinals are usually placed a reasonable 18"-2' apart and, in nice bathrooms, with a wall between them. The aforementioned urinals, however, are only about 9" apart. If that wasn't bad enough, the third urinal is some strange thing that looks almost like a toilet bowl sitting out in the open. Someone once suggested it was a handicapped urinal, but I do not see how a handicapped man could or would use it as any form of waste depository other than a very un-private crapper. It looks something like this (bottom right) but a little more jutting out from the wall.

Most men are aware of the rules of the urinals, but for the ladies that might read this, here are a few of the big ones:
1) start from opposite ends of the line and fill in alternating sides and skipping ever other urinal so that no one is standing right next to someone else. Only stand next to somebody if you absolutely have to. This does not really apply for urinals that have walls between them.
2) Eyes forward. If you are in a nice restaurant, read the newspaper in front of you even if you are not interested.
3) No talking to your neighbor.
4) No touching your neighbor.
5) Jiggle only a couple of times.
6) Wash your freakin hands. If you are a professor making $100k+, surely you must know how to wash your hands. Mostly, I notice that students wash theirs, but professors don't. Gross.

So knowing these rules and the small number and closeness of the urinals in the EE bathroom, you can imagine the predicament you might be in if someone is already using a urinal. Since there is the strange urinal on the end, someone is either using the urinal on the other end or is at the middle one. You have no choice but to stand next to them. However, over the years I have noticed a few behaviours:

1) Someone might stand next to you. And since we are tight-knit group in the ole EE building, more often than not Rule #3 gets broken.
2) Many enter the bathroom, see someone using it, and make an awkward turn for one of the stalls to avoid what I can only assume is the stage-fright created by standing so close to another urinater. (For those of you who don't know what stage-fright is...that's what we like to call the awkward inability to urinate even if you have to go really bad because someone else is standing nearby or within earshot.)
3) Even worse, some come into the bathroom, see someone urinating, and simply turn around and walk out of the bathroom.
4) And finally, some enter, see the urinator, and turn around and act like they were just coming in the bathroom to wash their hands and just happened to forget where the sinks are.

That's all I can think of right now. Maybe this sort of thing is limited to the unique conditions I mentioned before. I don't know. Any thoughts on this?
» Oscars...bleh
I'm a moderate fan of the oscars. I know the people I'm pulling for, but there has been so much hype this year (it seems) that I'm kinda turned off. Anyways, I learned tonight that an auburn mechanical engineering professor won an oscar. How crazy is that? He won it for developing a better system for motion capture special effects. Here's a link if you care to read more.
» I told patsila I would
Pick one item from my user info interests and ask me why it's on there. Yes everyone.


1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? Can you tell me now?
15. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?
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Your Star Wars Masturbation Method Is:
Tinkering With the R2 Unit

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