Within the next few days, I’ll be making decisions that have life-changing implications. I don’t want to go into much detail just yet, but I could end up in a different time zone on the other side of the country. I also could be making Maryland my home for awhile.
We’ll see how everything plays out. As always, I’ll keep everyone updated on the job hunt.
So I’m in one of those moods. I’ve written poems in the past and I enjoy memorizing them. I came across this poem called “Square Root of Three” by David Feinberg. Being a bit of a math geek, this poem really speaks to me. Hope you enjoy it.
Square Root of Three
I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root threeA three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nineFor nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmeticI know I’ll never see the sum, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When, ark! so what is that I see,
Another square root of a threeHas quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integerWe break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.
Last night I found myself watching the annoying Sham Wow! guy on TV. He is unbearable. Even through all my anger, I did find a few ‘inconsistancies’ in the commercial.
First, at :38, notice how when he pours the soda (or pop where I’m from) into the carpet, it seeps out the bottom. That’s quite a mess! Scene cuts to a new piece of carpet where it’s not longer soaking out of the carpet. He even says, “Let’s do this in real-time!” Too bad you cleaned it up between takes!!!
Secondly, at 1:25, there is a clear cut of audio when he puts the Sham Wow in front of his face. Listen closely, you’ll catch it. The most annoying part to every infomercial is at the end.
BUT WAIT… if you order within the next five minutes, we’ll double you’re order FOR FREE! That’s a $19.95 offer for nothing!
Is anyone really believing that? Is there someone that is saying, “Bill, get off that phone. We only have four minutes left to order those towel things”?
Either way, I’ll stick to my soft cotton towels. Can you imagine a bathrobe of Sham Wow? It’s almost as bad as a Snuggie.
About four months, I had my iPod stolen. I told the story of it being stolen and how I wasn’t going to let it get me down to my pledge class in Sigma Chi. They took the story to heart and decided to buy me one.
I was very surprised when they initially told me. It was something they didn’t need to do. They insisted, saying it was the least they could do. The class says that they all benefited from me being their teacher, but I don’t think they truly realize how much I benefited from them. I am proud to have seen them through and happy to call them my brothers.
So to Steve Scimia, Drew Fasolo, Antonio Fraccaroli, Harrison Staple, Justin Lockwood, Phanuel Mariano, David Yourman, and Ben Townsend… thank you guys for the iPod Touch. I really appreciate it. You really didn’t have to do that.
Around 6pm yesterday, Irene was about 150 miles away from Ocean City. I decided to pull our my Kestrel, a [...]
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