One of the things Grad school does to otherwise normal people is make them use industry specific jargon, to the point that others may wonder if their beloved son/daughter/husband/wife/friend has taken to speaking in tongues. In order to help those subjected to the jargon understand what their loved one is saying, I’m providing a [...]
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The Care and Feeding of Your First Year Grad Student II: Snowballing. It’s not what you think.
Posted in Grad School, PhD, Uncategorized, tagged graduate school, PhD on February 5, 2009 | 1 Comment »
What’s the frequency, Kenneth?
Posted in Uncategorized on February 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Their homework they did not. The revolution won’t be in HD folks, unless of course you pay a premium for the service and get an HD enabled television set. No, the rest of us will have to suffice with plain digital TV – boring, grainy, and occasionally without sound if you happen to be a [...]
If My House Were a Playboy Centerfold
Posted in Uncategorized on December 23, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Mr. Errata and I don’t mind doing a bit of fixing up around the house- it’s what makes it ours and we see it as an investment. A recent quote from an electrician, however, has left us less than smitten with our 1920 four square’s wiring. Sure, everything works as it should, but changing anything [...]
And the band plays on…
Posted in Uncategorized on September 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A few quick thoughts before I head off to stats class…
I have to find a new route from campus to the main road- yesterday I turned the corner to find myself in the midst of the marching band practice. The last thing I need is to catch a trombone in the face.
I checked my blog [...]
A Few Quick Thoughts
Posted in Uncategorized on September 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The first thing I did this morning was reset the trip meter on my car. This way I can see exactly how many miles I drive this month. I’m hoping it’s under 100.
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Last night a neighbor was having a party. At 11pm they were still out shouting and screaming and holding foot races in the [...]


