Saturday, September 29, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Who ever said you needed words to communicate?
Saturday, September 22, 2007
"The standardized power of periodic signal change at the frequency of alternation between the control and activation conditions was estimated by fitting a sinusoidal regression model, by means of an iterated least squares procedure, to the movement-corrected time functional MRI series at each voxel."
This one's a little better:
"This map was thresholded to generate a set of spatially contiguous three-dimensional clusters of suprathreshold voxel statistics, and the sum of suprathreshold voxel statistics in each cluster was tested against its sampled permutation distribution under the null hypothesis of zero group effect with a twotailed p value of <0.01>."
If anyone has any clue what the heck that means (or what the author was smoking when she wrote it), please let me know, because I most certainly don't. Until then, I'll be hanging out at the library, sweating buckets to get through a mere three page essay and hopefully walk away with some (I'll even take any) level of comprehension whatsoever.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
My recent accomplishments are quite nerdy and somewhat lengthily described below, so feel free to skim (or skip). However, I am proud of them in a motherly sort of way.
I discovered the library. The Harold B. Lee Library and I are pretty tight these days. Sometimes I go to visit Kim in the Family History Library but she's never there. And it's usually freezing cold in there, although the computers are usually open (which is a definite plus). Oh, and don't forget the old people that talk really loud when they a) get really excited about some new finding or b) can't figure out how to open the Internet browser. So I tried out the Periodicals section. I'm sure I was more excited than the first man who discovered gold at Sutter's mill. This place was amazing. It's difficult to explain...the absolute quietness was a definite plus from the stupid little white walk man who beeps all night long through my window... Granted, there were only fifteen other people there...and it was 6:00 pm on a Friday night...but when I unzipped my backpack a thunderous roar filled the room. I got so into my homework that I actually read too far in my textbook! When I realized this, I was annoyed that I needed to go on to other homework--I kept wanting to learn about art concepts (how nerdy is that). Wow. I actually have yet to re-experience this amazing solitude amongst the Periodicals, because during the day about a gazillion people are in there too. This week, though, I made a discovery that is giving the good ol' HBLL a run for its money: the Law Library! A mere two steps from Bowen Hall, I can run over there after dinner and sneak in an hour or two of more studying. Plus, I feel smarter there: someone might even think I'm a law student (or so I fantasize). The only problem with these two libraries is the lack of printing abilities I face. Yeah, I guess I could go put money on my card so I could print stuff. But I'm always looking for a good excuse to interrupt studying, so a "quick" stop at Dad's office couldn't hurt, right? Dad gives me food, encouragement, printer usage, and hugs. I feel important when I visit him, and I do believe I'll be a frequent visitor the next ten years (or longer, depending on how long it takes me to pick a major).
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Friday, September 07, 2007
Oh and FYI, just make sure the management doesn't think you're related to an employee and you might get decent service.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
a) a cell phone
b) a lap top
c) a social life
It's all good, though, and hopefully at least one or all of those things will be forthcoming...hint, hint, dad? Okay, I'm off to class, just wanted to update you all. I'll try to post often, but there aren't any guarantees since I'll always have to be doing it at the library.
Oh, and I'm living in Heritage Halls and love it. I think I will get along well with my roommates, for the most part... Funny story: Last night I was working at Brick Oven. I told my roommate that my shift was scheduled from 5-10, but when I get off varies depending on how many people go out to eat. Anyway, I got off around 10:30 or 10:45, and headed over to Becca and Jordan's really quick to talk about my audition, eat some dinner and cosas. I got back to the dorm around 11:20, and my roommates were practically in a panic worrying about me! I guess they just kept thinking about that BYU student who is missing... Anyway, since I don't have a phone, they only had my home phone number at my family's, so they called my dad and told him I hadn't come home from work and they were worried... He told them he'd take care of it, hung up, and...did nothing. :) Thanks, Dad. Honestly, though, I think it's hilarious that they were so worried. And Dad knows that sometimes I get home at midnight because everyone and their dog wants to eat at Brick Oven (don't ask me why, it's definitely not because of the normal managers), so he wasn't worried either. Ha!
Monday, September 03, 2007
The tsunami, gathering momentum, hurls itself toward the beach. It smashes closed doors and obliterates entire walls; palm trees, automobiles, and sunbathers succumb to its chilling embrace.
Poverty gives the unprepared a reality check. It tears apart families. It tears apart lives. Once it's lured you unconsciously into its lair, it's like climbing up an escalator going down...in a wheelchair. Other times, poverty pounces on the unfortunate as a cat on a mouse.
On a lighter note, lest you think I am morbid all of the time:
Surprise is lime green
An exploding balloon
The mystery flavor in a bag of Skittles
Freshly bought wrapping paper
A swiftly concealed glance
The suspense before a rollercoaster starts.
And my personal favorite:
Hope is the pale yellow of a full moon
A chickadee's song on a cloudless morning
French Vanilla ice-cream that half melts on the spoon
The cherry blossoms in the backyard
A smile amidst scowls
The reason to live another day.
Not too shabby? I obviously didn't think they were too bad, or I wouldn't have posted them... Anyway, if you have a minute please let me know what you think, which one is your favorite, etc. I'd love to hear any suggestions or comments that you have!
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Things that I like about college:
Hmmm…well, let’s start with the other end of the spectrum first.
Things that I don’t like about college:
-Girls whose main goals at BYU this semester are the following:
a) become the Relief Society President
b) break the record for the longest time spent in front of a mirror
c) make sure everyone knows how spiritual they are
d) be stupid (this definitely includes but is not limited to shrieking at the jokes of the nearest male in order to get his attention)
e) have a social life and only a social life…who needs an education anyway? What a bore…
--Roommates who are selfish and don’t even want to keep dishes together
--The necessity of having your key on you every time you leave your dorm (not to mention if you lose it--or in my case "when you lose it"--you're thirty freaking bucks in the hole)
--The stress of cooking, or of trying to when all you have are cheerios, fruit loops, and powdered milk
--Feeling guilty that you’ve been officially “moved out” for a mere 30 hours and you’ve already gone home twice
--Carpet that makes your feet black
--Mooching cheese off your parents when you come home
--Fast and testimony meetings where there’s a line ten people deep thirty seconds after the time has been opened up for testimonies
--Sunday School lessons that aren’t good because they’re taught by someone your own age who has never even read 1 Corinthians
Okay, back to Things that I like about college:
Well, let's just say that I'm still working on this one. I have a nice quilt on my bed...that's pathetic. Obviously, as you can see, I'm just a little disillusioned with the whole social aspect of my oh-so-mature freshman ward. As Janel always says, if life gives you lemons, make lemon juice, right? The only problem is, I'm still looking for the recipe... Which reminds me I forgot to pack any cookbooks or even a single recipe...
I will henceforth be taking donations for my laptop so I can look up www.allrecipes.com from my apartment so I don't starve. Please be generous.