tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37436417914292398262024-03-05T03:02:06.131-08:00Hello Fridayhello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-45840783617612426642015-01-19T12:19:00.002-08:002015-01-19T12:19:23.978-08:00I can't believe it's 2015! We livin' in the future baby ;)<br />
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After the crazy tumultuous 2014 I had, I honestly just don't give a fuck in 2015! I think it'll be awesome if it's awesome and it'll still be aight if it's not. That's just how I'm feelin'<br />
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Some things I can work on I'm gonna work on. Make sure I take care of myself and get the things I need to get done did. Other things I'm gonna let slide cause if I spend a lot of time trying to figure out something usually it's not worth the damn trouble. That's my pessimistic optimism or optimistic pessimism... hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-29691984014407909472014-11-12T18:57:00.000-08:002014-11-12T18:57:10.990-08:00I can't count the number of times I've mentally applauded someone for speaking the truth even as I lacked the courage to do so. Here's to everyone who speaks the truth even if their voice shakes.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-38382900308945124412014-11-11T22:45:00.000-08:002014-11-11T22:45:09.039-08:00<ol style="border: 0px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: outside; margin: 10px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
<li style="border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding: 5px 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.”</em><strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> </em>-Bob Marley</strong></span></li>
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<li style="border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding: 5px 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”</em> <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">-Bob Marley</strong></span></li>
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hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-9098097402342903602013-12-27T20:37:00.001-08:002013-12-27T20:37:54.958-08:00Dear Human
Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love.
Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love.
Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks that you show up. And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry
and hurt and heal and fall and get back up
and play and work and live and die as YOU.
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_12EPnyl3YfZkgY-PCw4BAPI7L6G20mt6kzA9ZgWV1WmP6zYDgB3xpNzWYB3wYpYz-R9epiVhQeo3rOo-_xNDB1WyDuV6Gy7Ke655F96rYdcqnrMzlgzc-CGxNo3UQDmZ8__OTLUOmo/s1600/love-love-33915282-1920-1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_12EPnyl3YfZkgY-PCw4BAPI7L6G20mt6kzA9ZgWV1WmP6zYDgB3xpNzWYB3wYpYz-R9epiVhQeo3rOo-_xNDB1WyDuV6Gy7Ke655F96rYdcqnrMzlgzc-CGxNo3UQDmZ8__OTLUOmo/s320/love-love-33915282-1920-1200.jpg" /></a>hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-59529507305028570352012-09-02T19:07:00.003-07:002012-09-02T19:07:43.581-07:00I'm so sad that one of my best friends is moving back to Afghanistan :( Seriously the most generous, kind, thoughtful person I know who ignores all my flaws and thinks I'm awesome every day, and somehow always 'gets' me. It's so rare to find people like that that I just want to latch on to them and never let go. I'm cheering myself up by telling myself that we will always be friends despite the distance :)hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-22366875654585496922012-07-03T20:46:00.000-07:002012-07-03T20:46:00.821-07:00There is a quote by the Dalai Lama that says:
"It is not enough to be compassionate. You must act. There are two aspects to action. One is to overcome the distortions and afflictions of your own mind, that is, in terms of calming and eventually dispelling anger. This is action out of compassion. The other is more social, more public. When something needs to be done in the world to rectify the wrongs, if one is really concerned with benefitting others, one needs to be engaged, involved."
I would say that not only is that true, it also applies to other aspects of life as well. It's not enough to be _____ on the inside, it is also essential to act ______ on the outside, thereby letting people know through your behavior what you stand for and value, and also attracting like minded people toward you.
It's something that I constantly struggle with and I hope that one day I wont feel so much that there are parts of me that no one else can see, that I can feel whole in my identity. I think this is easier for some than others. Maybe fear or conditioning is what holds people back.
Another thing I must try harder to do is make less assumptions. There is that saying when you assume you make an ass out of u and me. Well, in general assumptions tend to lead to misunderstandings, and although I do not like misunderstandings I have been lazy in the past to try and double check or ask people for specifics when I should. I want to seem like I understood the first time, but instead I make assumptions about what they think or want when these are neither fair to me or them. I will work harder to be better about that in the future so I don't get myself into uncomfortable situations.
I am currently listening to the audiobook "Living With Intention" by Lynne McTaggart which talks about how your intentions affect the world. I highly would recommend it.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-64175520158959933982012-01-22T12:05:00.000-08:002012-01-22T12:24:47.591-08:00新年快乐Da dun dun/the sun done/yep the sun done/came up but we still up in a dungeon/Da dun dun/yep in London/Competition? Why yes, I would love some <3
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<br />新年快乐 everybody :) Shake off the stress and negative karma left over from the previous year, and sink into the fresh air of the new one. Here's to meeting awesome new friends, crazy exams and even crazier adventures, an apocalypse in December, new president in November, two solar/lunar eclipses. This year is gonna be off the hook. Year of the dragon, holla!
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<br />Seriously though, peace love health and abundance to you in the new year.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-54104236593838084172012-01-18T21:39:00.001-08:002012-01-18T22:19:56.269-08:00extrovertSomehow every personality questionaire I've ever filled out has always told me i'm an introvert. The more I examine myself, the more I realize I love attention and I love being around people. Maybe this is because I grew up being an only child in a family where my parents were too busy to play with me, and I had no relatives or cousins within 1000 miles to talk to or play with. I read a lot of books, cause reading is awesome and I created a lot of fantasy worlds about the kind of life I wish I had and stuff. Normal kid stuff I think. But back to my point, I think personality tests are inherently flawed. I don't see how questions like "would you rather be at a loud party or at home reading", or "would your rather have a few close friends or a lot of acquaintances" accurately measure your introversion/extroversion. I start to enjoy talking to people only when I get comfortable with them, so the better I know them the more I have to say, and the more eager I am to share things with them. So I guess I'm introverted to strangers, and extroverted with close friends.<br /><br />I've also noticed other things about myself. Like I think I'm pretty socially polite; I tend to censor a lot of what I think before I say it. But I really appreciate people who are just blunt and sometimes even crass. I like people with big vibrant personalities, or on the other end of the spectrum people who are emo, goofy, edgy or quirky. People who try too hard to be cute, or are too perfect tend to annoy me. But if you just <span style="font-style:italic;">are</span> cute that's ok. I tend to like raw, uncensored people, because there's something endearing and vulnerable about them, even though that's not the way i am. I like to talk a lot too, or I've been told, but I hate smalltalk. And I think I'm really bad at it. I like talking about humorous events in everyday life, philosophical discussion, discussions about books or ideas, creative thoughts, and to a lesser extent political discussions.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-36513324406767195492012-01-14T23:45:00.000-08:002012-01-15T00:14:28.879-08:00timed outit's late. i'm studying. i'm so tired, but i force myself to stay up because the more i get done now, the less anxiety i'll have later. i'm losing time. and if i don't make it this time around then i'll have lost even more time. a year. a year when i could have been working. or a year to do whatever the hell i wanted, but instead i did this. <br /><br />these are my thoughts sometimes when i can't sleep. i just read outliers. everyone has been saying the biggest take home message from that book is 10,000 hours- that's how long it takes to be good at something. really good. malcolm gladwell's theory has inspired someone to quit his job and play professional golf, just to see if he can win a major championship by following the 10,000 hour rule. i'm jealous, because i wish i had 10,000 hours, or even 1000 hours to spend on doing something i really liked.<br /><br />what i liked about the movie in time was that it was accurate in that time is the current currency of our world. time translates to developing skill, which translates to money, in a direct correlation. and people with not enough time rarely get to develop their skills. of course, that's not always true, there are those people who work their day jobs and then come home and work on their dreams. but maybe they don't have families or other obligations.<br /><br />and how about how little time people have for each other? when was the last time you had a conversation where you just talked and talked and neither one of you said you had to go soon. isn't that the greatest gift of all then? moreso than money. just being willing to spend time on someone? i guess i'm my own biggest critic, because every year for the last few years i've told myself i would be a mentor for big brother big sister, and every year, inevitably it comes down to not having enough time. not having enough time for what's important in life. but one day i will.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-50119862981024424272012-01-08T22:17:00.000-08:002012-01-08T22:25:33.729-08:00the distance between usI stumbled upon Paulo Coelho's blog recently and continue to read it from time to time. I came across this little anecdote today:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">A master asked his disciples:<br />‘Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?’<br /><br />the disciples thought for a while, and one of them said<br />‘Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.’<br />‘But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you? ‘Isn’t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you’re angry?’<br />The disciples gave him some other answers but none satisfied the master.<br /><br />Finally he explained:<br />‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.’<br /><br />Then the master asked:<br />‘What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…’<br /><br />And he concluded:<br />‘When they love each other even more, what happens?<br />‘They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love.<br /><br />‘Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.’</span><br /><br />I thought it was funny since I often repeat myself two or three times to certain people and they still don't get what I'm sayin', and Americans also have a reputation for being one of the loudest talkers on the planet.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-79359300393459446812011-12-18T23:14:00.000-08:002011-12-18T23:23:57.312-08:00the napper<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0DrqA1OK3D_OhJvXIV8S1CxBRbLTArLAbh9GP7VI8cUZrDlaezQLL81AgqhpHWvMzKKS6gSNmODUuuVeFQwpfFjZ97Ms0wp3Z_4bthvcv7r4wCEJCvLikoirSMTcz9kvqcjaYsONlNo/s1600/fox.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0DrqA1OK3D_OhJvXIV8S1CxBRbLTArLAbh9GP7VI8cUZrDlaezQLL81AgqhpHWvMzKKS6gSNmODUuuVeFQwpfFjZ97Ms0wp3Z_4bthvcv7r4wCEJCvLikoirSMTcz9kvqcjaYsONlNo/s400/fox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687735607370870754" /></a><br /><br />i had a vision last week that i wanted to paint a sleeping fox napping in the fall leaves. this was the end result. i messed up quite a few times on him >< so perhaps there will have to be a fox2 in the future.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-79576140138030793082011-12-16T23:14:00.000-08:002011-12-16T23:20:30.442-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HkgRS_ufUAkaKvLmwyIlvGqGB8xrWaZqlc3mbjU4_ukiU2TxJKkL3oE_eESaVRfIQ-TSPFTlZ5WJoD-xNRowGHNlAjoQVtO3TMhlhrkQbNPelZurwPAAv2HF6qC6HuQO-zf9zrdk4Hw/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HkgRS_ufUAkaKvLmwyIlvGqGB8xrWaZqlc3mbjU4_ukiU2TxJKkL3oE_eESaVRfIQ-TSPFTlZ5WJoD-xNRowGHNlAjoQVtO3TMhlhrkQbNPelZurwPAAv2HF6qC6HuQO-zf9zrdk4Hw/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686992848253541026" /></a><br /><br />i had some downtime today, so I drew a picture of david while he was playing with his iphone. i'm pretty pleased with the way it turned out. he liked the big ear hehe.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-91704293847633158252011-12-15T13:12:00.000-08:002011-12-15T13:54:18.411-08:00finding people like myself was the highlight of this week/month. it felt really good to talk to other aspies, even if it wasn't irl. reminded me a lot of junior high/high school just the stupid goofy sillyness, and certain groups i've hung out with in the past full of smart, eccentric types. a part of me identifies so much with them. uber nerds. i remember i used to get offended when people labeled themselves as a nerd based on getting good grades, or being an engineer. as if a profession or academic achievement would automatically make you a nerd. while there's not one definition, nerd has always had a more cultural/social definition for me. then again, everyone's def is different. my mom says nerd is just someone who is really good at something, or knows everything about one topic....<br /><br />my operating definition is if you have done two or more of the following you are a nerd: know about or have participated in any kind of online or live action fantasy role playing game like D&D, WOW, or any other RPGs or MMORPGs, read or have read somethingawful, communicate or communicated with someone in l33t sp34k, and or attended one or more comic-con/anime-con/or star-trek cons.<br /><br />i've certainly done some nerdy things in the past. but i have a lot of normal hobbies too. wherever i am on the spectrum, there will always be a soft place in my heart for nerds <3hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-27152099339892336252011-12-09T22:11:00.000-08:002011-12-09T23:24:23.551-08:00it's a gloomy friday night. it's cold outside, and even colder inside. condensation is building up on my window from the steam of the hot shower. papers are strewn all over the room, bottles, packages, books, things to be returned and things still in their packaging. basically everything is a mess. the recycle hasn't been taken out in a month. boxes stacked atop boxes, perched ever so precariously so they are on the brink of falling but not quite. <br /><br />the outside reflects the inside. is it possible to be overly sympathetic? to be overwhelmed by a sense of empathy for someone or something that you feel like it sucks the air right out of you. i've been reading dating blogs for two years now. it's become an addictive habit, like chewing the inside of my cheeks or mindlessly scratching my scalp or face while i'm trying to focus on some bit of math. i'm so convinced these people are real, that they would be my friends in real life, that they should find love, deserve to find love. most of them don't have the happy endings i want for them though. it's real life, and things don't seem to change much for them. but i keep hoping.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-27824027585471256912011-09-30T22:04:00.000-07:002011-09-30T22:43:01.427-07:00write somethingGot my new Illamasqua nail polish in Purity, Stagnate, and Baptiste. I keep on gazing at my nails. Purity and Stagnate are from the Toxic Spring/Summer 2011 collection. They are the light peach color and the brownish taupe color.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvss0M6652PA2zH0zvB2QakKO9Hi-i3UrGBxxvgBJAVX4hoAJ88V91seGIzcjTXYBrpqtsyaPhCcoflDWG6jTcZ2ou3G0sbbuXUoEHnpz5kFsoFmKoQ8G8oKZ45Y40rfRt5TTOGr7Ewg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+10.09.38+PM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvss0M6652PA2zH0zvB2QakKO9Hi-i3UrGBxxvgBJAVX4hoAJ88V91seGIzcjTXYBrpqtsyaPhCcoflDWG6jTcZ2ou3G0sbbuXUoEHnpz5kFsoFmKoQ8G8oKZ45Y40rfRt5TTOGr7Ewg/s400/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+10.09.38+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658387252369498226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60dTw-cPqQdhnQzqwJOtk9HC8nhxMHKn3BQ7ZCQiGx8jxTqFc4Bqz6oG7efsrcfZvMyT5v608lDmWptvNhrXWw734eo1gS2p_8D0ZhbiZkexSTmKtpHX1UIfDNDdOWY0KEMz8gW86UiM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+10.12.38+PM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60dTw-cPqQdhnQzqwJOtk9HC8nhxMHKn3BQ7ZCQiGx8jxTqFc4Bqz6oG7efsrcfZvMyT5v608lDmWptvNhrXWw734eo1gS2p_8D0ZhbiZkexSTmKtpHX1UIfDNDdOWY0KEMz8gW86UiM/s400/Screen+shot+2011-09-30+at+10.12.38+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658387863513568146" border="0" /></a><br />I also got my first homework assignment of the quarter. Yea I know super nerdy. It's mostly on measure theory. I actually felt a small flash of excitement to see it, like I was now a real grad student because my homework just got that much harder. <br /><br />The same challenges remain. But I feel like being positive will help me keep above it. Trying to avoid ruminating. Watching Eat Pray Love made me realize how much I'm like the Julia Roberts character. At one point she's supposed to be meditating at an ashram and all she can think about is the flies swirling around her, what she's going to do in the next year after she leaves India, and how she's going to get by and ... and how she's so jealous of the other woman in the room who looks like freakin' mother theresa because <span style="font-style: italic;">she's</span> not having problems meditating. Then she gives up and clunks her head to the floor. This is me. <br /><br />The Richard from Texas character in the movie tells Julia Robert's character "If you could clear you all that space in your mind, you would have a doorway. And you know what the universe would do? Rush in."<strong> :)<br /></strong>hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-81427643421658403582011-05-19T22:13:00.000-07:002011-05-20T09:59:53.669-07:00Well to make myself feel better I think I will list all the concepts I've learned in the last two years and the stuff I need to learn hopefully over the summer. This is just a partial list. I will add to it as I think of things.<div><br /></div><div>Still don't understand/have yet to try:</div><div>MCMC</div><div>Markov Chains</div><div>Priors and posteriors</div><div>Conjugate priors</div><div>Bayesian statistics</div><div>Network construction</div><div>Measure theory</div><div>Lebesgue integration</div><div>Bootstrapping</div><div>Jackknife</div><div>Ridge regression</div><div>Lasso</div><div><br /></div><div>Learned/tried</div><div>LDU + SVD + Spectral + Cholesky Decompositions</div><div>Riemann sums/integrals</div><div>closed open sets</div><div>proof by induction/contradiction/contraposition</div><div>introductory topology</div><div>field axioms</div><div>limsup</div><div>liminf</div><div>metric spaces</div><div>compact </div><div>complete</div><div>what a ring is</div><div>convergence of series</div><div>convergence of sets</div><div>uniform convergence</div><div>delta method</div><div>taylor series expansion and the remainder term</div><div>finding eigenvalues/eigenvectors</div><div>affine transformations</div><div>gradient/jacobian </div><div>hessian</div><div>positive definite/negative definite</div><div>hermitian</div><div>lagrange multipliers</div><div>delta-epsilon proof method</div><div>lipschitz continuity</div><div><br /></div><div>simple linear regression</div><div>ordinal logistic regression</div><div>ANOVA</div><div>ANCOVA</div><div>MANOVA</div><div>hazard functions </div><div>survival function</div><div>Kaplan-Meier</div><div>dealing with left and right censored data</div><div>types of distributions</div><div>method of moments</div><div>characteristic functions</div><div>sufficient statistic</div><div>exponential family </div><div>multilinearity</div><div>bootstrap</div><div><div>biased </div><div>consistent estimators</div><div>UMVUE</div><div>BLUE</div><div>BLUP</div><div>pseudoinverse</div><div>oracle estimator</div><div>shrinkage</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>correlation structures</div><div>autoregressive correlation</div><div>longitudinal analysis</div><div>LME</div><div>GLM</div><div>GLMM</div><div>GAM</div><div>GEE</div><div>weighted least squares</div><div>iterative weighted least squares</div><div>newton-raphson</div><div>fisher scoring</div><div>principle components analysis</div><div>dose dependence curves</div><div>maximum likelihood</div><div>REML</div><div>quasi-likelihood</div><div>likelihood ratio</div><div>AIC </div><div>BIC</div><div><br /></div><div>fisher information</div><div>score equations</div><div>overdispersion</div><div>dose response </div><div>link function</div><div>cross validation</div><div>classification</div><div>mixture models</div><div>asymptotic convergence</div><div>log parallel assays</div><div>smoothing </div><div>cubic splines</div><div>kernel smoothing</div><div>local polynomial regression</div><div>wald test</div><div><br /></div><div><div>non-parametric inference</div><div>semi-parametric inference</div><div>wilcoxon-rank sum test</div><div>factor analysis</div><div>mahalanobis distance</div><div>person, deviance, standardized, studentized residuals</div><div>deviance table</div><div>stepwise forward/backward/both model selection</div><div>hotelling's t2</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-79203292772573188662011-05-19T20:42:00.000-07:002011-05-20T10:38:58.865-07:00I didn't pass. Well I didn't fail either, but I still feel pretty bad. I worked as hard as I could have worked, but it didn't make much of a difference.<br /><br />It was the first time I latexed a whole paper, I really used the stepwise regression in R which apparently I still didn't understand well enough, the first time I did PCA in R I think, and the first time I used leverage values and cook's distances in a report or understood them.<br /><br />I guess some of those things are pretty basic to undergraduate level statistics. I know for a fact though when I took regression 108 in the summer we did not learn about leverage points or cook's distances, AND we used minitab. We didn't even do a stepwise regression except on paper...<br /><br />And then over the summer when I worked with Sandy I remember she helped me with the model selection and ran the stepwise regression for me in SAS. The problem with the exam was that a lot of the questions that Burman asked me were not ones I ever learned in class, or they were ones I should have learned in his class I should say. Except he didn't teach it. Maybe it's because I took it with him over the summer and it covered less content or maybe it's just something you pick up later on on your own, but it's definitely not something explicitly taught to me.<br /><br />I tend to retain things better when I'm actually taught them. I feel sad about being the only one who didn't pass my oral, but I can't really blame myself that much. The description for the exam said to write a publishable data analysis and do an oral defense. As far as I'm concerned, there were no problems with the quality of my data analysis, all the problems were conceptual. If I had known that was the kind of questions I was going to get, I would have studied and reviewed my 108 materials instead of spending so much time doing the data analysis and trying new methods.....<br /><br />I still feel bad though. No matter how much I learn, people always seem to expect more from me. I just don't think I can assimilate material that fast. I can make a list of every new thing I've learned in the last two years that would be pages long... I just think there's only so much I can cram into my brain at a time. And it's not all that fair because almost everyone has had 4 extra years to cram into their brain this stuff, so naturally they know more. What I'm really getting is a masters and bachelors degree in statistics in 2 years, without having taken a single math class in college. At times when people are frustrated with me, I just want them to realize that, I wouldn't expect them to be a math major and get a masters degree in cell and developmental biology in two years.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-59462915741540965212011-05-18T13:50:00.000-07:002011-05-18T13:53:40.382-07:00The paper I co-authored last summer is already published. <span class="messageBody"><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/21493108" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span>http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pu</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>bmed/21493108</a></span><br /><br />Looks like this summer will be another busy one. I meant to leave time to prepare for my classes/exams next year, but I will be GSRing at 100% again. <br /><br />My MS oral exam is tomorrow. After about 30+ hours latexing. I am really exhausted. I think I can finally sleep after it's over. I just haven't really slept at all it seems, either cause my brain wont shut down, or I've been working late at night... I'm really nervous too. Hopefully it will go well.hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-15003198920117189442011-05-10T17:43:00.000-07:002011-05-10T18:00:20.956-07:00Some thoughtsSometimes being yourself is hard if yourself, is not within 1 standard deviation of normal... Actually there is no such thing as normal. If there is even a bell curve, it's distribution is most likely multi-modal, not to mention multivariate. The idea is though, that it's easier for people who are close to those medians to be themselves. Just like it's easier for someone with a normal looking face to go into public than someone with a deformed looking face. It just makes sense. There's less to criticize.<div><br /></div><div>So being yourself for different people can take different levels of courage I think. Which is sometimes why it seems easier to try to blend in. But there's always that secret fear that if they knew who/what you were like on the inside, then they wouldn't want to hang out with you anymore. So it's easier, but in some ways, it's not, because you're never at ease.</div><div><br /></div><div>What does this have to do with anything? It doesn't really. They are mostly some brain rambles. Leftovers of thoughts from events that have impacted me recently. Recently, a question was brought up about whether or not killing Osama Bin Laden was a Christian thing to do. The group decided that it was not. But it made me think how in various different groups people might come to entirely different conclusions. There's no such thing as a Christian stance on something. Sure, there is a conservative stance, a conservative Christian stance, a liberal stance, a progressive Christian stance, and many other stances. And most likely people who have these stances hang out mostly with other people who share their views. Again, people tend to feel more comfortable around other people like themselves. But if the price of fitting in is adherence to a idea or creed, I don't think anyone is truly at ease. </div><div><br /></div><div>What I mean to say is, I think the best kind of organizations are the ones in which people share different opinions. And on any one topic there is no one correct answer. Life is, and always will be complicated. It shouldn't be about being right, but merely thinking. Having a view and defending it should be just as valuable as getting an A. Which is why I feel so often like I'm failing at school as I'm rushing to turn in something that I know is the right answer, but the only reason I know it's the right answer is because I went to office hours and had it explained to me, not because that's the solution I came up with using my own logic and thought process. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's my two cents for today.</div>hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-1939181556550442852011-04-10T19:47:00.001-07:002011-04-10T20:03:53.112-07:00Sometimes I just can't help blogging because I see something so neat it <span style="font-style: italic;">must</span> be re-posted!<br /><br />For example:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A giant wooden Xylophone in the woods. As the ball rolls over the long downhill track, it plays Bach’s Cantata 147: Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring. *Woah*<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXxfcpC4Yrwu148CQQAnAlZ4hk0zeWgpJ4gV5bKqWza8U8ysbTNXpQsWs13bo11hmiFxkJNvL52ySINNYCCDlM02zL8GXdwr4Kv7n0Ceepy2ZcG_R2z3s0ptmgiGcwKEgI0fo1rrbk64/s1600/xylophone2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXxfcpC4Yrwu148CQQAnAlZ4hk0zeWgpJ4gV5bKqWza8U8ysbTNXpQsWs13bo11hmiFxkJNvL52ySINNYCCDlM02zL8GXdwr4Kv7n0Ceepy2ZcG_R2z3s0ptmgiGcwKEgI0fo1rrbk64/s400/xylophone2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594153257180375746" border="0" /></a><br /><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_CDLBTJD4M?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_CDLBTJD4M?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" width="640"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And these Dinner Party Puzzleboards. The hole holds a wine glass!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF306wnRYrHN6CwsvyBxLfLcA4J34rOtVe1eItsLdrKeSa58AHqXt2swK_316NNk2T-bxYM9rS6mEme325bQsasVKH8s1Cr__NB__1YqjVni7igWH2D51uv2WMZSpmmpStwvemRaBp1f8/s1600/dinnerparty2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF306wnRYrHN6CwsvyBxLfLcA4J34rOtVe1eItsLdrKeSa58AHqXt2swK_316NNk2T-bxYM9rS6mEme325bQsasVKH8s1Cr__NB__1YqjVni7igWH2D51uv2WMZSpmmpStwvemRaBp1f8/s400/dinnerparty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594153708205465810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRg4ti8ueuuD6vsuQ4EyJn5XNNLxusG8_tXx4KvNwnAN7UxSq93WzD6B8Bnf53SxrBFGncxXWL66_0i0InJtB9eJLzWpmflSOqIudom65_DB_XMDjyKFKhmQlwZzeoRIO4grDWF3Ut-w/s1600/dinnerparty1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRg4ti8ueuuD6vsuQ4EyJn5XNNLxusG8_tXx4KvNwnAN7UxSq93WzD6B8Bnf53SxrBFGncxXWL66_0i0InJtB9eJLzWpmflSOqIudom65_DB_XMDjyKFKhmQlwZzeoRIO4grDWF3Ut-w/s400/dinnerparty1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594153703573216050" border="0" /></a><br />The xylophone is the idea of Kenjiro Matsuo of Invisible Designs Lab, created for a Japanese cell phone commercial. :)<a href="http://www.invisi.jp/" target="_blank"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a>hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-71598248942015587652011-03-31T21:44:00.000-07:002011-03-31T22:55:59.956-07:00Modular Houses and Home In a BarnI've been thinking a lot lately about green, eco-friendly living spaces. I have always wanted to buy a piece of land, and build my own house, from the ground up. It appeals to my free spirit and sense of wanting to live apart from other people. Living in a big city has never appealed to me. But I think suburbia is almost worse in a way. It seems so ... lifeless with the same cookie cutter houses and boring yards.<br /><br />Recently I've been attending stat 13 lectures... forced to do so by my professor now that I'm working double time as a TA. It's insanely boring, as I've already TA'd this same class 5 times... I obviously don't need to be there, but I always bring along some good reading materials.<br /><br />Someone somewhere somehow subscribed me to this magazine <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Dwell</span> which is about architecture and interior spaces. I never had the time to read it until now, and I'm glad I finally did, because I think I've found the affordable alternative - a prefabricated green home. My <span style="font-size:130%;">favorite</span> of the bunch from <a href="http://www.bluhomes.com/">Blu homes</a> was the Solaire house because of its two story loft-like design.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The solaire house<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmat9D9ef2eh0Dj-zQqAXJdPjdnr4Dokx4qf-5tzDBkJ-v6TSfhpDE1WEC7_MqCqQrNAhas30JkFyIud4r9MMqF2XZqfCJmxIL_glkQnespgSgRHbsNcUEYp4-4Vc58RhbDGDlOd7K4gE/s1600/solaire2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmat9D9ef2eh0Dj-zQqAXJdPjdnr4Dokx4qf-5tzDBkJ-v6TSfhpDE1WEC7_MqCqQrNAhas30JkFyIud4r9MMqF2XZqfCJmxIL_glkQnespgSgRHbsNcUEYp4-4Vc58RhbDGDlOd7K4gE/s400/solaire2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481417617610562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMYtu23eRo1chexP3jc9QQUjVNEa7cGvdIQ6eflg0UTTktf4qVKjTkTWwOq0WCisPbpLZDe_VWKMHa9_58wzJikV05W5sBtaumi8l98kj6qnykfDoSH4ug-i4KwdwiDBDrf0rpTwh8BA/s1600/solaire.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMYtu23eRo1chexP3jc9QQUjVNEa7cGvdIQ6eflg0UTTktf4qVKjTkTWwOq0WCisPbpLZDe_VWKMHa9_58wzJikV05W5sBtaumi8l98kj6qnykfDoSH4ug-i4KwdwiDBDrf0rpTwh8BA/s400/solaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481412208039394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAePIeVzemidva02HmsA4dGEaRhNfumbhy8mo2yP25t2_mKYK8VQsU6QF0sweLqYnCL7oBk_1b8ofocvvtxo0ZcIIZ4Syhrh8ATe9gf4yV2y6WFnNvb2iM6bFjyDIYThr9pvmTPcnudYE/s1600/solaire4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAePIeVzemidva02HmsA4dGEaRhNfumbhy8mo2yP25t2_mKYK8VQsU6QF0sweLqYnCL7oBk_1b8ofocvvtxo0ZcIIZ4Syhrh8ATe9gf4yV2y6WFnNvb2iM6bFjyDIYThr9pvmTPcnudYE/s400/solaire4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590476355145611074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtefuMO0S0RZeSWDBslG3SEs4BPtwGOHH5ApXbiQux2YThVcmcLr-OcCUSN3WFQNWoIKtFcNpjaKDMHdeqhHHJrbNr8fuZ2Ua6QnFLYPP2uXVfSXzsnNCxNnB5JrKyGmSFkcpnLLgf9w/s1600/solaire3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtefuMO0S0RZeSWDBslG3SEs4BPtwGOHH5ApXbiQux2YThVcmcLr-OcCUSN3WFQNWoIKtFcNpjaKDMHdeqhHHJrbNr8fuZ2Ua6QnFLYPP2uXVfSXzsnNCxNnB5JrKyGmSFkcpnLLgf9w/s400/solaire3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590476357087263538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But the cheapest of the bunch was the Element house starting at only $160,000. That's not including land and foundation... but I think it's still a steal.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The element house<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJN2onWO6J6lvQ-iduKxMma_HjHJJAgkozUyPr_BVS7KEmjNb2KqAmWSLY8YZzblL1pgyNM-Q255GVL7MihfpzkzcnsyHPEY6ClBWAOr78bHWAfv3Y_ErbaWdO0jpzKosDWcVmbqszu4s/s1600/element.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 515px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJN2onWO6J6lvQ-iduKxMma_HjHJJAgkozUyPr_BVS7KEmjNb2KqAmWSLY8YZzblL1pgyNM-Q255GVL7MihfpzkzcnsyHPEY6ClBWAOr78bHWAfv3Y_ErbaWdO0jpzKosDWcVmbqszu4s/s400/element.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590477933371541202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4R76D6tGwxh84ZqPy4eMKF6E4GwTXJUJP7RINurM7dZGKEWSZq0y4Y8roX5CHIfFON7-64j0NVCW6AueJr1iMIWtBd85KbSg9GsZ54JEW7tAKp82PpeKNFG71V80u2-_dKCr4FbQAE4/s1600/element3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 515px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4R76D6tGwxh84ZqPy4eMKF6E4GwTXJUJP7RINurM7dZGKEWSZq0y4Y8roX5CHIfFON7-64j0NVCW6AueJr1iMIWtBd85KbSg9GsZ54JEW7tAKp82PpeKNFG71V80u2-_dKCr4FbQAE4/s400/element3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590477931921426594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcT7AhU3tRHa1R_qV3DXSzj4WCxeGZVVQ3Zk5zRwZ2R_Wh0U0YP_gWlA6o229xoNnfhrxf-rao1hDD6_npYu6dF0b0WhMceMCVhCZlE1qJFvsUdoKWegsMuaqoXqWHGyg_y2b9_Hix58o/s1600/element2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 515px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcT7AhU3tRHa1R_qV3DXSzj4WCxeGZVVQ3Zk5zRwZ2R_Wh0U0YP_gWlA6o229xoNnfhrxf-rao1hDD6_npYu6dF0b0WhMceMCVhCZlE1qJFvsUdoKWegsMuaqoXqWHGyg_y2b9_Hix58o/s400/element2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590477935984768866" border="0" /></a><br />It's nice that these homes use eco-friendly building materials like steel walls, and bamboo floors. They come with solar panels and skylights, and are much more energy efficient than normal homes.<br /><br />Aside from buying a pre-fabricated green home, I also really like the idea of living in a converted barn. It's kind of nostalgically romantic, a la Little house on the Prairie. Apparently this project was done by Shed Architects who only used wood from the original barn and kept the entire existing shell. It's an amazing renovation and I'm totally jealous that I don't have a barn!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The barn house<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxI_b-hHtbvOELkR8xqH_jh9cniLTt8u1Z-YERipb_L3ti2rs7r8-fjs2AeHVZmmPfX3CVcEdOh6AXDPy3a2jnx3fQXYow-5toAUX79dfv8A6Zc7wJb7au8cRHSz_XNprqdmOTLo-nEo/s1600/barn1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 515px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxI_b-hHtbvOELkR8xqH_jh9cniLTt8u1Z-YERipb_L3ti2rs7r8-fjs2AeHVZmmPfX3CVcEdOh6AXDPy3a2jnx3fQXYow-5toAUX79dfv8A6Zc7wJb7au8cRHSz_XNprqdmOTLo-nEo/s400/barn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590480501844837906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Vam_WVex0bjdd-hy4uPeOSxyJzH8WQT0D2tdGE8gYbFSCOwriCl51UeOm_06oMNyP3MIbcC_CXVjB-gyjMwWLLtjZdQ6Tmn2O5uONIChxO_agv1HTcktFCi53Uqr-xvC-GHmayRw6kE/s1600/barn2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 515px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Vam_WVex0bjdd-hy4uPeOSxyJzH8WQT0D2tdGE8gYbFSCOwriCl51UeOm_06oMNyP3MIbcC_CXVjB-gyjMwWLLtjZdQ6Tmn2O5uONIChxO_agv1HTcktFCi53Uqr-xvC-GHmayRw6kE/s400/barn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590480501940881618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLYWiuQMaVuq9HBfPC8atSvSay2WDvpPUm_7wk4eNCXPbzdqmFY4jqKkYF2NU46wvCYDYcbq9u4sDT4cHUm7SypFoCg7dtbT2hiD9Qy4xzwbIY3ryY_LUbCNMTYYrWg6T54vmb1MPUOk/s1600/barn4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 515px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLYWiuQMaVuq9HBfPC8atSvSay2WDvpPUm_7wk4eNCXPbzdqmFY4jqKkYF2NU46wvCYDYcbq9u4sDT4cHUm7SypFoCg7dtbT2hiD9Qy4xzwbIY3ryY_LUbCNMTYYrWg6T54vmb1MPUOk/s400/barn4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590480503852165170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuK6_IHE3k4gAKwxMD3Zih3Bj7rYhI5h6A6RoC94ojS7P6nPLT3271dr5eNjVOyegw3MEMcyTthFsyzRjIBajn2tfq_yswN1aRT00nveXmLrTotv9-l7PtN0949pbfOYloZHa97Yos46I/s1600/barn3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuK6_IHE3k4gAKwxMD3Zih3Bj7rYhI5h6A6RoC94ojS7P6nPLT3271dr5eNjVOyegw3MEMcyTthFsyzRjIBajn2tfq_yswN1aRT00nveXmLrTotv9-l7PtN0949pbfOYloZHa97Yos46I/s400/barn3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590480508836733170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YBtrPIwua_GGuSKTMRY5DQjOpvSezc1TuOZKINwI7e-CEQCfZPRKnsvcFCIKxpAsiWrFECgBvzebnsyRPTjUUfzPy-omB3yLnAa0N2csTg1JNLqUkGYlaxVpWMA8YNJOODcOdcnDugI/s1600/barn5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 520px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YBtrPIwua_GGuSKTMRY5DQjOpvSezc1TuOZKINwI7e-CEQCfZPRKnsvcFCIKxpAsiWrFECgBvzebnsyRPTjUUfzPy-omB3yLnAa0N2csTg1JNLqUkGYlaxVpWMA8YNJOODcOdcnDugI/s400/barn5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590480511576532466" border="0" /></a>hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-78844383504536585572011-02-08T01:22:00.000-08:002011-02-08T01:28:45.445-08:00Fish condo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04FNarA6v7cDi96sizPoZ3QZ2dQwuKUGue9qUJLBoS2bS9Yo-VgB46Dk0in95lJzGa8iHe3PV3LS9TvOg11Eu0lo13nEiwyagz865OpJ1MpB-UMYn0KuYyV-FP1XI8SHcRxlAMZm-KkU/s1600/Fish+Condo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04FNarA6v7cDi96sizPoZ3QZ2dQwuKUGue9qUJLBoS2bS9Yo-VgB46Dk0in95lJzGa8iHe3PV3LS9TvOg11Eu0lo13nEiwyagz865OpJ1MpB-UMYn0KuYyV-FP1XI8SHcRxlAMZm-KkU/s400/Fish+Condo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571248187239202018" /></a><br />It's been SO long since I blogged that I just wanted to write something...It's almost 1:30, but I'm not tired at all... and no I didn't have any caffeine. I guess I'm just on a natural high lol....<br /><br />I've been thinking about how much I need to get in shape and loose some extra pounds. Midnight snacking, snacking at all times of day, ginormous meals, and this sudden craving for oatmeal cookies, chocolate, and pie has added to said state of unfitness...<br /><br />In a totally unrelated way, if I were a fish, I would totally want to live in this fish condo- what I imagine to be the rolls-royce of fish real estate...then again, if I were a fish, my brain probably would not be big enough to comprehend the awesomeness of my dwellings. Ah... fish...so yummy!...hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-41176073222944999262011-01-02T15:32:00.000-08:002011-01-02T16:01:20.922-08:00❤ Some simple resolutions ❤<p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWZIw3VWFDn1PWzwWRrqw5WcAp_zQtQNFiHyUHVYtTKOlUH4mOIqVoEej0VfqIIabcITkKdpHGfwTMDzRztCbnHIUV9xfQYyzNxVwjeeSSCvuGWldT4bp7aZymHDAUUoML5tZ1gM3M6k/s1600/newyears2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 525px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWZIw3VWFDn1PWzwWRrqw5WcAp_zQtQNFiHyUHVYtTKOlUH4mOIqVoEej0VfqIIabcITkKdpHGfwTMDzRztCbnHIUV9xfQYyzNxVwjeeSSCvuGWldT4bp7aZymHDAUUoML5tZ1gM3M6k/s400/newyears2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557735801788367826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UZDaHuR_FDU8OwerxrEEpXjxIGvST5mp-B7Lq80a-ILo2AgeDkQSaqSEZJ5KZ3ZTSE1Nrf_mPHzbLmDJU3MKnzFayhsVNwUsD27d5dozX53AlG9J_N2MusZmxD6SSu3oiSgpI3MwRtE/s1600/newyears.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 525px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UZDaHuR_FDU8OwerxrEEpXjxIGvST5mp-B7Lq80a-ILo2AgeDkQSaqSEZJ5KZ3ZTSE1Nrf_mPHzbLmDJU3MKnzFayhsVNwUsD27d5dozX53AlG9J_N2MusZmxD6SSu3oiSgpI3MwRtE/s400/newyears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557735725165863170" /></a><br /><br />New year, new beginnings ❤ Dyed my hair back to black and am enjoying it. 11 is my favorite number. I Hope 2011 is just as awesome!hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-79585335042143479502010-11-29T22:38:00.001-08:002010-11-29T23:01:45.682-08:00I know it's not anything, but sometimes it feel like I"m not making progress fast enough. There's a lot to be thankful for, and a lot I should just take in and try to enjoy without beating myself up. But it's easy to feel disappointed in yourself. And it's easy to feel like all the effort you've put in has been for naught. I need to keep reminding myself to not expect to accomplish too much at once. That progress, no matter how minute is progress. <br /><br />I like this quote. Incidentally, I went to Emerson Junior High, named after the author.<br /><br />"What lies behind us and lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us."<br /><br />-RWEhello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743641791429239826.post-89403798620978313462010-11-22T17:10:00.000-08:002010-11-22T17:25:09.854-08:00Birthday Resolutions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq81cV5l5JEMPw6XNFpYFnPooFhWc7gj2NFyhnMSbllV5OB61xO_VUD2vl7lAvYO38k3amzabg2R3rqlJoc2aX6BTbZlxqhYyjP4O6ReTq1hvxoluobPFhC0zctbyE7zp8l_VhWql2px4/s1600/27by28.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq81cV5l5JEMPw6XNFpYFnPooFhWc7gj2NFyhnMSbllV5OB61xO_VUD2vl7lAvYO38k3amzabg2R3rqlJoc2aX6BTbZlxqhYyjP4O6ReTq1hvxoluobPFhC0zctbyE7zp8l_VhWql2px4/s400/27by28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542547470244186738" /></a><br /><br />What's better? Making yearly resolutions on New Years (and here I mean Jan. 1st, although Chinese NY would work just as well), or on your birthday? I've always made my yearly resolutions on NYE. But I was so inspired this week by <a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/11/27-things-before-im-28-recap.html">Elsie's 27 things before I'm 28</a>, that I thought about changing to my birthday. That way, as you face the depression of turning one year older, at least you will have something to show for it! Hey look at this list of things I've done this year...<br /><br />While doing mundane tasks today, I semi-daydreamed about what would be on my list: <br /><br />- Reading Plato (I feel so guilty I know so little about philosophy)<br />- Paintballing (Can't believe I haven't done this yet!)<br />- Taking an acrylics or oil painting class<br />- Getting my motorcycle license (possibly) <br /><br />What would be on your list?hello fridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16228881636341785335noreply@blogger.com0