Circles inside circles…

I can remember looking out the window while at IBM and seeing a stupid number of crows, which was coincidently at around the same time that I found out that crow/raven is a symbol for change. It was also the time I was planning a lot of direction changes in my life.

A couple of years *earlier* I had one of those dreams that for one reason or another feels like it has some meaning to it, or at least a big impact on your mind. I’ve not had many of those; one many years ago that was a very realistic dream in which I was a wolf.

Nothing exciting happened in it; I just sort of poddled about the place not thinking very much…but I can remember bursting into tears when my mother woke me up for school the next morning. Another dream that was just..warped.. was where the world ended. I won’t go into any more detail, but suffice to say I dreamt that I stopped existing. Not that I -died-, I just -stopped existing-.

A very. very. strange feeling. It took me a couple of days after waking up to shake it.

The dream in discussion though was very vivid and was focused round either a crow, or a raven. The raven(for sake of arguement, because it was pretty huge) ended up bonding with me, or something, and as it sat on my shoulder I was filled with a sense of power and indestructiveness(is that a word?). There was something unshakeably bad about it though, although I couldn’t put my finger on it at the time. There was a wolf which was also somehow ‘mine’ and she was petrified of the thing. I’m not quite sure what it all meant. But, I had quite a fixation with corvids afterwards which is interesting because they didn’t interest me in the slightest before. Certainly not enough to produce that sort of dream.

Well, the interest faded, other than a brief spike whilst working over summer. That, and the livejournal icon I sometimes use. And now, I’m sitting here finding animal behaviour papers which have been recommended as useful for my third year project, and encountering ravens all over again.

I can’t help but shake this feeling that something in my life is going round in some weird intangible loop.

Today was a great day

I finally happened across a campus based rosemary bush.

BWAHAHAHAa

no more need to buy over-priced clingfilm wrapped sprigs from the supermarket – now I can start using rosemary in ALL my cooking ^_^

Other than that, the day was fresh and clear and windy. Made me feel just great and refreshed – especially after going to the gym. Consequently, much work-stuff has been done today, and I’m about to stop and relax and watch fushugi yugi.

(I wonder if you can make rosemary stock?)

ah, recipe:

Lemon and Rosemary chicken
* fry cut up bits of chicken and sprigs of rosemary
* Pour in mixture of : 1 pint half strength chicken stock + grated zest and juice of a lemon + 2 tbsps(ish) runny honey (+ dried rosemary if you like)
* Add mushroom here if required
* Let simmer for a while and enjoy smell of rosemary and lemon
* Use cornflour to thicken what’s left of juice into a sauce
* Serve with pasta

VERY tasty, and quite rich so you don’t need lots. 🙂

Computer Gender?

One of the better emails I got sent from my Irish cousin:

A language instructor was explaining to her class that in French,
nouns unlike their English counterparts, are grammatically designated as
masculine or feminine.

For example:

“House,” in French, is feminine — “la maison.”
“Pencil,” in French, is masculine — “le crayon.”
One puzzled student asked, “What gender is computer?”
The teacher did not know, and the word wasn’t in her French
dictionary. So for fun she split the class into two groups appropriately enough,
by gender, and asked them to decide whether “computer” should be a masculine or feminine
noun. Both groups were required to give four reasons for their recommendation.

The men’s group decided that computers should definitely be of the feminine gender (“la computer”), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers
is incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for
possible
later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself
spending
half your pay check on accessories for it.

The women’s group, however, concluded that computers certainly should be masculine (“le computer”), because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can’t think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time
they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you’d waited a
little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won.

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Other than that, actually managed to get my arse out of bed and to the gym at 9am! Doing well so far 🙂

Expand your mind

Imagine what it is like to experience a colour for sound or number.

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In other news, I have begun going to the gym. Today I can feel muscle ache. Very -specific- muscle ache though, so those torture machine things are obviously doing their job.

Have started researching for my next essay and third year project – just been reading Motivation of Human and Animal behaviour stuff by Lorenz… drives and interal releasing mechanisms. He’s got some quite interesting stuff to say on puberty, may try and summarize.

Fushugi Yugi is great fun, and a wonderful distraction – and finally have developing ideas for a manga with Zak. We actually agree on a lot of stuff, other than on the subject of monkey use.

A question : If you’d managed to create a big swirly quantum-teleportation-wormhole thingy, and you’d already tested it by sending a buggy with a camera through, would you do anything else before sending people in? I reckon is obligatory to send some sort of monkey (Rhesus?) in, to see what it does to living tissue. And you might as well stick brain probes, heart monitors and such stuff on it as well, just to make sure.[1] Zak reckons this is just sick, but is almost willing to let a lawyer be sent through as a test subject instead. I still want my monkey though. I can draw monkeys.. <:) [1] this sort of thinking is what happens when psychology students and very strict ethics commitees combine... 😉

…tight….

oooh…….^@_;^ My 1/1/2 line spaced, 12 page coursework has been printed out in my room now. Twice. And the ink is cheap WHSmiths stuff. The smell in my room is now narcotic.

I have just over half an hour to get the thing handed in – just waiting for rachel to finish printing.

This was cut fine, but I’m pleased with the finished things.

I’m going out for a COLD BEER in approx. 47 minutes… ^_^

Almost….there…..

right, with a few hours to go till deadline, I’ve got the rough draft printed out and ready to read through. (I’ve found that my printer has an ‘uber-economy-student-mode’ hidden away in a series of secret menus. Not only does it use 50% less ink by missing out every other line, but it also gives you suitable ‘dot matrix’ style sound while printing..mm..)

I’m still feeling happy so far this year, despite the continuing deadline work. I can’t wait till I hand this bastard in and get to relax! and sleep!

I’ve also got the 2nd half of fushugi yugi on it’s way from singapore… altogether the whole series has now cost me £45 – on VCD. It’s actually official, and the quality about the standard of VHS, so I’m happy 🙂

Oh, I got sent some birthday money from one of my cousins in Ireland – in Euros! I’m not kidding when I say I thought I’d been given book tokens or something for the first couple of minutes. They look almost as much like monopoly cash as dollar bills 😉

I’m not too sure what to do with them though. Should I keep them for a while and hope the pound falls lots against them, keep them till I go on holiday, or just try and spend them in Alldays to buy a bar of chocolate.. (as far as I know, shops here are obliged to accept Euro’s now, even if it’s not our official currency.)

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa………

ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!!!!

Once I’ve done this sodding practical write up, I don’t want to ever EVER have to do anything with ‘category specific deficits’ ever again.

And no, I’m not going to admitt I ‘shouldn’t have left it this late’. The night is still young. And I’ve been working/and or ill ever since I got back to uni. Oh, and wearing pikachu costumes I gues.. ^_^

The vague plus point is that right now I’m getting my ‘just before pmt time big creative energy burst’; I drew some of my best doodles in lectures this morning. It should really help me with the discussion of this report…

okay, that feels better.
I’m going to take a break and go to All Days. For Chocolate. Not alcohol. A nice cold beer is not going..to..help me now. (whine!)

My Birthday

Embarrassing Photos here

I’d like to point out though that I really was only a little bit drunk (still recovering from sambuka from last week..) and most of the silliness, at least on my part, was due to amazing amounts of being hyper and bouncy.

I had a really great birthday; thanks guys! I’m sorry that I inadvertantly kept messing up all your plans with my organisation… oh, and, Rob and Kay?

You’re going to Hell. ;P

(PS – that pikachu costume was for ‘6-7 year olds’…)