Smallhouse Log

Tuesday
"In southern Chile, goats are running amok. I think they vote now." -Craig, 11/18/2002

I found one!

I found one! Four out of four requirements met, plus at least a couple of the preferreds! On top of that, I think she likes me. Today was a pretty good day.

I slept for 14 hours. I wanted to sleep for more. Sleep deprivation, be thee gone!

So this Friday is the Living Euphony. Saturday, however, is:

  • Anna's party
  • a Contra Dance
  • a Bhangra
  • and there's a Side Walk Slam concert somewhere in Chicago.
    But it's not like I have any money anyway. And of course, I committed to Anna's party, so that's where I'll be.

    Dude, a van so totally blew up just now on Lakeshore Drive. It let out a very loud bang and then rolled to a stop making a rattling noise. Cool? Not cool. Whoops.

    I still think High Score is better than Home Star Runner.

    • Monday, Ninth Week
    "Never count a man out when he still has his pants." -Digital War

    I have realized that I must link to The Maroon. "Pierce was also much more convenient because it was only a five-minute walk from the Reg." Way to go, Dinesh.

    Speaking of the Maroon, I have yet another new wallpaper. I also have a new screenname, 'The dog my daughter', which I ganked from one of tonight's Euphony submissions, filtered through Martin.

    And she's so beautiful with her long hair down, I don't know how I never saw it before, but when I looked over tonight there she was with her hair resting on her shoulders. I stopped breathing. I dropped my pen. It was all I could do to not fall face forward into the table. My mouth and my eyes hung wide. I instantly desired to walk her home and tell her how beautiful she was. I forgot.

    I keep thinking of the most extrordinary things, so sure I'll remember them in the evening, but they always slip away. All I know is I have a strong desire to recklessly fall in love. I hope that if I must fall in love, I can at least do so with some reck. And, of, course, plenty of ruth.

    I realized today that my being sleep-deprived is, in fact, affecting my judgement; the fact that it took me a week to recognise this is as good a proof as any.

    Later that evening
    "You'll never be as good a writer as him, anyway." -Margaret Litvin, writing TA, 05/07/2003

    So did everyone remember to get dusted today? I was having a pretty glum day until my advisor meeting. And let me tell you, "Man, remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return" is not the most conducive phrase towards helping me pick my classes for next quarter. Thankfully, I had yet another, "I give up. God, You're in charge." spell, and as usual, things worked out pretty well. This faith thing is great; I don't know why more people don't try it.

    Oh, hey, and am I the only person that thinks that releasing the The Passion movie on Ash Wednesday was a bad idea? I mean, besides the immense irreverance inherent in such an act, isn't it somewhat foolish to premiere a movie at a time when a large chunk of your target audience is going to be otherwise employed? (ie. in church?) Feh.

    So, I wonder, just how hot am I? I got told I was hot on Friday by a young woman who is, in fact, quite attractive herself. She was a little tipsy at the time, granted. And I got loads of compliments last night, but I feel like I should disregard those. But certain young women, all of whom are quite attractive, have been quite _____ lately towards me. I wish I knew what to put in that blank. I mean, am I just confusing friendliness with attraction, endearment with affection? Well, yes. But which is the actual? Is it spring, and love is in the air, and I should leap at opportunities while they last, or would I just make things uncomfortable and embarassing for myself?

    Advantage number 16 of having a steady girlfriend: Having a good, solid reason to not hit on women.

    I wrote sixteen haiku in Power on Monday; some of them are actually quite amusing.

    Ash Wednesday
    "Let me tell you smething about babies...." - Pat, 11/21/2002

    First, and secondarily, Mr. Hyde Records now has its own URL. Rock.

    Second, and primarily, pirates. Pirates, for the record, are mas mejor que ninjas. Ninjas are servants, underlings, by definition. A ninja wouldn't be acting on his own; he would be under the orders of his lord. Further, the very essence of a ninja is that they have to be sneaky and kill people in their sleep, they would rare be victorious if caught off-guard, would never, ever win in a fair fight. Moreover, they were commonly regarded as being without honour by other samurai, for those same reasons.

    Now, pirates. Most people, in the latter days of piracy, hated pirates. They were vicious, lawless parasites to society, above and beyond being sailors, who were generally regarded as being untrustworthy, dirty, and often violent. However, they did possess the ability to win in a fair fight, and often did so, though of course they avoided 'fair' fights where possible, preferring to prey on the weak. Pirate captains also had self-sovreignty, though they needed a crew under them to be fully effective. Further, if we consider that specialized pirate known as the privateer, we have an example of one of these individuals who was regarded, in his own country at least, as a hero. As final proof, I offer the fact that there are legends and stories about dozens of real, historical pirates, but how many legendary ninja have you heard of?

    Whether or not pirates come out above, say, Vikings or Mongols is another matter entirely. I feel it safe to say though, that pirates far exceed ninjas on nearly all fronts, no matter how profound the ninjas are. (Actually, precendent holds that 'profound chain letters' will in fact manage to edge out 'profound ninjas'.) I mean, sure, you could bring up the topic of knowledge of multiple weapons, but if a cutlass and a pistol can do the job fine, why go further? If anyone would like to debate this further, feel free.

    Third, and tertiarily.... hm. I hadn't expected my pirate > ninja rant to go on for so long; now I don't remember what else I had to say. Obviously, it was tertiary, so I'm not too distressed, but still, the principle of the thing. It's just like how the other day I couldn't remember the hamburger equation; you know, the one that shows how a hamburger isn't a hamburger without katsup? Speaking of which, I should scan in that lie I have in my physics book. Oh! I recall now!

    Third, and tertiarily, no, I don't need comments. This page has existed to my satisfaction for quite some time now as a one-way channel of communication; that is, Ian A. Huisken tells the world, and any consequent rendition of Ian, about himself. This website is, indeed, one man's meager corner of the internet, and not a playground filled with interactivity. That said, I can't deny that I've thought about it. And since there seems to be at least some desire (since, as any TA will tell you, if one person has a concern, it is most likely that others will, as well), perhaps I will once again look into it. While I'm at it, I might even try to implement that cool communal writing application that I never quite got around to implementing over at Angelfire. In that spirit, I should also fix up and get running again all the neglected portions of this site, like the writing index.

    If you couldn't tell already, none of this is going to happen. Besides, I'd be heartbroken if a post got zero comments, and I need emotional stability to balance out my academic and cognitive instabilities. So then, though a comment engine might be nice, I think the facts show quite clearly that I don't need one. This is especially the case when, as I believe it is now, all but one of the persons who might leave comments live in the same building I do, one floor down.

    Fourth, and narily, where n is some natural number greater that but near to 3, the Pixel premiere was awesome. I was so glam, so very glam. I got compliments all night, and the reception went ridiculously smoothly. The movie was also quite good, really awesome for an all-student (except Loren) work. Hm. I just realized that Loren's name looks really funny capitalized. I guess because I always seen it fully in lower case. Hm. In any case, as soon as I have pictures, I'll post them.

    Fifth, and marily, where m is some natural number greater than n, but not necessarily near it, Christina's party on Friday was lots of fun. I'm really, really, glad I wasn't drinking, though. Not that anything I'd regret would neceessarily have occurred, as I tend to over-compensate on inhibitions when I'm tipsy (except against smoking, oddly); it's just that there was a moment, probably about two seconds long, where I, even sober, tottered on the brink of doing something extremely imprudent. So I'm glad I was sober. It was a good party.

    Sixth, and parily, where p is some natural number less than m, I don't want to type anymore raight now.

    Saturday
    "It's too happy! It's like a penguin with feet." - Drew, 07/07/2003

    I have changed my screen name from 'Sucker who's having a good summer' to 'Everyone knows ninja'.

    Get this: "During spring break,the average man consumes 18 drinks per day and the the average woman consumes 10; more than half of the men and 40% of the women drink until they get sick or pass out." So says the health newsletter I had no choice but to recieve recently. That is utterly ridiculous. Since I know loads of people who sit around with their parents or girlfriends for their entire break and drink nothing the whole time, I can't help but wonder who exactly is balancing out the average.

    On second thought, I think that Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels is in fact a better movie that Snatch.

    Wednesday
    "They'd just just drop the S and BAM! I was a monkey." - Dinesh, 11/18/2002

    It feels good to use up all these old quotes. I just lost $3.25 at poker and acquired 27 bananas. Earlier, I also mananged to afford Q-Tips, a loaf of bread, batteries, and fire.

    Interesting things today: I spent roughly half an hour trying to leave a bathroom by way of a window, and eventually succeeded. If I had been thinking, I would have put everything as I had found it; it wouldn't have been very hard to draw the blind and replace the screen as I stood on the narrow ledge outside the window. It was fun, especially since the window was extremely narrow to the point where I just barely fit through thin-wise. That made it cooler.

    I went to the talk at Brent House, too. It was a talk on the relations between Christians, Jews, and Muslims, and as it turns out, was being given by a 'militant secularist'. He started off easy-going, but a little past halfway into it, we started getting into more controversial topics, but things still stayed pretty calm until we got a good way into the discussion of secularism in schools. Of course, this mostly pertained to the laws being passed in France.

    My roommate just went to bed. I want to do this topic justice, so I'll pause for now. Good night.

    Oh, yeah, and my new screenname is 'Sucker who's having a good summer'; so point a finger at me.

    Tuesday, Seventh Week
    "Beauty with a capital T." - Vish, 11/27/2002

    I have two main things to share today. The first came second, and was a conversation I had yesterday with an old aquaintance. We talked about clarifying the future, and how I really need to. Yeah.

    The second comes out of the Soul Friends class that I'm a part of through Brent House. For the past Sunday's session, we were supposed to compose a creed of our own. Since I actually put a fair amount of thought into this, I'd like to share it here. So, then.

      I believe in the almighty God, the creator and maintainer of all things.

      I believe that God saw fit to grace mankind with independant will,
      which mankind abused, and dove out of the grace of God.

      I believe that because of God's great love for us, God gave our forefathers a code by which to live,
      and that mankind has failed to do so.

      I believe that because of that same love, God chose to take human form,
      be born on earth, and live among mankind,
      existing as fully human, so as to share fully in our experience,
      and simultaneously as full divine,
      and that this person was Jesus of Nazareth, the Christ,
      who lived a blameless life,
      in order that He could be brutally murdered as a sacrifice for our sins.

      I believe that Jesus Christ returned from the dead, ascended to heaven, and will return in glory.

      I believe that it is only by accepting Jesus's sacrifice for our sake that any person can return to the grace of God.

      I believe in a life after this one, where all who accept this grace will be reunited to God.

    I'm not sure if this veganism thing is going to work out.