Archive for January, 2004

6.270 be done

Thursday, January 29th, 2004

6.270 has come and gone now. We didn’t win; in fact, we didn’t come any­where near win­ning. On the other hand, we did have a really good time. If it weren’t for the lack of prizes and campus-wide recog­ni­tion, I’d say it was bet­ter this way. That hav­ing been said, I’m more than plenty happy.

Must be a wrong number

Tuesday, January 27th, 2004

When you’re asleep or half-asleep, your mind doesn’t quite work right. For instance, I had my alarm clock set for 2p today and when it went off, I decided to answer it. By answer, I mean grab­bing my alarm clock, press­ing snooze, hold­ing it to my ear and say­ing “Hello”. It must have been a wrong num­ber because I think they hung up on me. I kept receiv­ing calls on my alarm clock once every nine min­utes until I fig­ured out what was going on.

6.270 is nigh upon us

Monday, January 26th, 2004

6.270 qual­i­fiers and seed­ing rounds are today and impound is Wednesday. Our robot is very much not ready to actu­ally com­pete but we only need to score a few points in order to qual­ify and be allowed in the actual com­pe­ti­tion. I’m con­fi­dent that we can score enough points to qual­ify, though we will likely seed poorly (not that it really mat­ters). After that’s out of the way, it should prob­a­bly take us a few an hour or so of ded­i­cated work to get the robot com­pe­ti­tion ready (by which I mean capa­ble of win­ning). We should be plenty ready in time for impound.

All in all, despite the fact that both Muth and I have pretty much taken IAP off, I am still con­fi­dent that we’ve got this thing fig­ured out. More 6.270 news when we’re com­pe­ti­tion ready.

Taco Haiku

Saturday, January 24th, 2004

Suddenly it came
I want to have a taco
With guacamole

Overtone vs. Undertone

Thursday, January 22nd, 2004

As stolen from Wordsmyth.

  • over­tone — (often pl.) any sec­ondary char­ac­ter­is­tic that qual­i­fies an over­all effect.
  • under­tone — an under­ly­ing qual­ity, mood, or the like.

Nope, still don’t know the difference.

Riad has no blog

Tuesday, January 20th, 2004

My friend Riad does not have a blog because he thinks that they are lame. The only thing that I can infer from such a state­ment is that he does not believe one should doc­u­ment their life on the inter­net. That hav­ing been said, he does keep a bunch of pho­tos online that fairly well fol­low the activ­i­ties of his life. Please keep in mind that even though it chron­i­cles his life, it is not a blog. Thank you, that is all.

Funny Little Coincidence

Tuesday, January 20th, 2004

It’s 8a now; I woke up at 4a, watched Back to The Future with some of my peeps and I’m about to go back to sleep. There, that’s the set­ting for you.

Before going back to sleep, I decided to glance at the var­i­ous blogs of my var­i­ous friends (ha ha, too much use of the word var­i­ous). In look­ing at Amrys’ blog. Specifically not­ing the new (as of now) entry, “The quotable Rodin.” I fol­lowed the var­i­ous links and the “‘70s baby” link led to a list of the top 100 baby names of the 1970s. That’s the pre­cur­sory set up for you.

I’m a fan of names; they’re very inter­est­ing. In fact I’ve recently had a bit of a fas­ci­na­tion with names (both given and of the nick­name vari­ety), sig­na­tures and other things that man­age to encap­su­late the essence of a per­son (but that’s just me wax­ing philo­soph­i­cal). Anyway, I’m look­ing through the list of names and I’m not ter­ri­bly amused so I go back to the page above it, which has list­ings of the top ten names of var­i­ous time peri­ods. At this point, my curios­ity is start­ing to wane and I decide to find out what the 72nd boy’s name of 1990 is and it turns out to be Devin (Shannon for girls), which is not too thrilling. It strikes my fancy that I ought to find my name (George) on one of these lists and see where it stands; my name isn’t on the 1990 list, so I start mov­ing back­wards in time (kind of like the movie I just watched, wee!). My name does show up, how­ever, on the 1980s list (mind you, I was born in the 80s). The inter­est­ing bit is not that George shows up in the ‘80s list, but rather that it shows up in posi­tion 72 on the list (Stacy for girls). Fancy that lit­tle coin­ci­dence, posi­tion 72 right after I wanted to see who was 72 in the ‘90s.

As a side note, 72 is 2 to the 3 times 3 to the 2. I like 3.

Mystery Hunt :: Art Gallery

Saturday, January 17th, 2004

Right now there’s this Mystery Hunt thing going on in my dorm and other MIT related places. Basically, it’s this huge puz­zle con­test of sorts. This year, once again, I have decided not to take a hugely active role in the mat­ter and have just taken a con­sult­ing sort of approach to the whole thing. As it stands, I have con­sulted on two prob­lems both of which have been solved whilst I was help­ing. The first one was some­thing involv­ing some organic mol­e­cules and what­not; other peo­ple did the grunt work and I helped with some of the end bits and get­ting the solu­tion. The sec­ond one was this really neat symmetry/crystallography one which I got involved with when some­one said, “Hey George, we have a prob­lem that we think is crys­tal­log­ra­phy, help us.” Now, on this puz­zle, I was there pretty much from start to fin­ish (minus sleep and some other things) and I played a pretty piv­otal role in solv­ing all parts of it. After all, I do know my crys­tal­log­ra­phy. Incidentally, we were the first team to solve the symmetry/crystallography puz­zle and the orga­niz­ers expect that we may be the only team that will solve it.

w00t!

i am happy

Friday, January 16th, 2004

So, I’m wan­der­ing around on this nice Friday evening and it seems to be the case that my friends are all pretty happy with their goings-on and what­not. It is nice to see every­one with all of their shit together. It all makes me happy.

“1… 2… 4!”

Thursday, January 15th, 2004

For those of you that get the ref­er­ence, I appol­o­gize; to the rest of you, I also appol­o­gize. This entry exists for two rea­sons, the first is to put “1… 2… 4!” some­where else on the inter­net (it has already shown up in the web­comics Underverse and Ketchup Popsicle) and the sec­ond is to give you all a good exam­ple of how bro­ken my sense of humor really is.

So here it goes: “1… 2… 4!” is my favorite joke. There is no more to the joke; what is in quo­ta­tion, is all that there is. If you don’t get the it, your only real option is to think about it until you fig­ure out what makes it so funny or just give it up as not funny. There is no addi­tional con­text and it is only an inside joke inso­far as a few of my friends also find it humor­ous. Chances are pretty good that you don’t get it, won’t get and will just end up irri­tated with me. It’s just kind of sur­re­al­is­tic that way.

And yes, I am seri­ous, this is my favorite joke.

Feed the Tickles

Wednesday, January 14th, 2004

Yesterday I went to PetCo and bought a whole bunch of lit­tle fish (~20) and gave them to Mister Tickles. Needless to say, amuse­ment fol­lowed as Tickles made a task of hunt­ing and con­sum­ing all of the feeder fish.

I am strongly con­sid­er­ing get­ting another fish tank and breed­ing gup­pies or some other small fish so that I can keep Tickles in live food.

I got a Lemonade.

Monday, January 12th, 2004

I bought a Snapple lemon­ade and a slice of pizza from Chicago’s for lunch a lit­tle bit ago. Now, let me tell you, that lemon­ade was every­thing that I had dreamed about, quite honestly.

I want my Lemonade

Monday, January 12th, 2004

<dream>I’m at some zoo with a bunch of peo­ple from my high school. Now, mind you, these are not my friends from high school or any­thing, just a bunch of the other peo­ple. So we do the whole zoo thing and on the way out I real­ize that I’m really thirsty so I make a bee line for the lit­tle refresh­ments stand at the entrance to the zoo. I notice a few peo­ple stop­ping at water foun­tains as I pass them. In my hurry I man­age to make it to the entrance before every­one else. Noticing that they have a mini Dunkin’ Donuts I order me a nice fruit fla­vored Coolata and wait while it’s pre­pared. It turns out that the machine is bro­ken and at this point the lead I got on every­one is lost and they’re all back at the bus wait­ing for me. Aggravated as I am, I’m still thirsty so I order a large lemon­ade, which is $2.32. I pay for the lemon­ade with two ones, a quar­ter, a nickel and two pen­nies. Now the damned lady won’t serve me my lemon­ade, she just makes me wait and wait and wait. Everyone is prob­a­bly get­ting pissed because I’m mak­ing them wait and for the love of God, why won’t she just serve me my lemon­ade. Then I woke up.</dream>

So I got up, took a shower and then real­ized that I really did want a fuck­ing Coolata. The prob­lem of course was that I didn’t really want to bother walk­ing to Dunkin’ Donuts up in Central Square so I decided to just go to soda fridge and get me a Minute Maid Fruit Soda. Then, soda fridge was out of Fruit Sodas. At this point, I was more than just a lit­tle aggra­vated, I was really fuck­ing pissed off. Finally, I went to munchies and bought some cit­rus fla­vored Sobe drink, which man­aged to serve as a mediocre alternative.

So that’s my morn­ing thus far, and quite frankly, I am really aggra­vated right now.

Even Random Hall is cold

Saturday, January 10th, 2004

My dor­mi­tory, Random Hall, has this incred­i­ble knack for always being too hot. It doesn’t mat­ter what time of year, it doesn’t mat­ter what kind of weather, Random is just too hot. Now, with a track record like that in place, why am I wan­der­ing around inside, wear­ing a fleece and gloves, yet still being cold. What has hap­pened here?

0°F with a wind chill of –17°F is just not some­thing that I’m used to. Normally I’m a pretty cold tol­er­ant per­son too, but for some rea­son I haven’t been tak­ing to it as kindly as usual. And why is there no snow. I want a bliz­zard; spend some more time vaca­tion­ing in the B-Lizard Lounge, sip­ping on a trop­i­cal drink and doing some hot latin dancing.

Soul Calibur was a perfect 10.0

Friday, January 9th, 2004

So, I was bored and look­ing for infor­ma­tion on the new Xbox Ninja Gaiden game that’s com­ing out next month and I decided to see what Gamespot’s top games are so I pulled up their search thing and searched for all games with rat­ings between 10 and 10. And there, lo and behold, was Soul Calibur, one of only 4 games to ever get a rat­ing of 10.0 on Gamespot. Yeah, I know that I’m a colos­sal dork, but in my defense, I really like Soul Calibur.

Muth and I pwnz

Friday, January 9th, 2004

Muth and I are work­ing on this 6.270 robot of ours and get­ting good results. Mind you we’re not work­ing on our com­pe­ti­tion robot yet, just one to com­plete the var­i­ous assign­ments for the class before we can start work­ing on our real robot. This being totally unim­por­tant quality-wise, we’ve been shoot­ing for just enough effort to get things checked off and move on. Assignment 3 was due yes­ter­day and Assignment 4 today; these are the only assign­ments that involve our pre-competition robot.

Assignment 3 invovled build­ing a robot that can go for­ward, back­ward, turn counter-clockwise and respond to a bump sen­sor. Yesterday we spent 2 hours build­ing a robot that sat­is­fied the require­ments for Assignment 3 and most of the time was spent debug­ging code only to find out that I had for­got­ten how to tell the dif­fer­ence between left and right. Having fin­ished, we walked into lab and were checked off in about 10 minutes.

Assignment 4 is where the story gets fun. Assignment 4 was to make your robot chase after an IR Beacon. We start out oday with some mod­i­fi­ca­tions to our robot from yes­ter­day, namely mount­ing the IR Beacon and fig­ur­ing out how to make it work (which is pretty hard because it’s sup­posed to be con­nected to the expan­sion board, which we aren’t using). So we ended up putting about 1.5 hours of work into the thing (of which a por­tion was taken up by my mak­ing and eat­ing some mac­a­roni and cheese). We didn’t test the robot before going into lab and my expec­ta­tion was that it would be suf­fi­cient, but barely so, to pass check­off. So we go in to lab and I’m think­ing that I should prob­a­bly test the IR recog­ni­tion capa­bil­i­ties of the robot before we ask to be checked off (don’t want to waste TA time after all), but then I fig­ure that I don’t really care and it should work so I don’t bother. We’re stand­ing there wait­ing to get our hands on another IR Beacon so that we can try our robot and in the mean­while we watch a num­ber of other teams make robots that sit there and twitch a bit, maybe twitch­ing gen­er­ally towards the IR Beacon and so on. We get tired of wait­ing so we ask if we can just get checked off then (with­out both­er­ing to test) and our robot races after the Beacon so fast that the guy can’t get away from it fast enough. The thing is flaw­less, and the TA made the remark that, “That’s the way it’s sup­posed to work.” So basi­cally, with a total of maybe 3.5 hours of work Muth and I have man­aged to make one of the best robots for Assignment 4.

Muth and I pwnz

Not enough ph34r.

Friday, January 9th, 2004

One word that I’ve never picked up from l33tspeak is the word ph34r (fear). I ought to start using ph34r more often; chances are pretty good that I won’t, but I still like the idea a bunch. I also need to work on get­ting the phrase “rag­ing it” bet­ter entrenched into the com­mon lingo amongst my friends.

Ah slang, I love you so.