Winston Churchill once said that he related to the church rather like a flying buttress: He supported it from the outside. (A flying buttress is an external support that reinforces the walls of old ca

Nothing makes sense anymore.

'Tis oft misfortunes come together, or after one mischief another - Dougal Graham

I heard this uttered by a close friend and confidant at a time he was in really circumstances. Lots of truthfulness in it. Also makes me realize whatever tough luck I've had pales in comparison to what many other people are going through. Received some not-so-good news from California. I'm praying for strength and for better news.

 

 

Took a knock in last Saturday's soccer game, my shin is swollen twice its size. Hope nothing's broken. From now on, I'll always use shin-guards.

Today I have submitted my first summary for some work I have done which I am the principal author. I hope the summary is accepted and they request a full paper. I hope I can publish two papers eventually out of the work on radiation in space electronics I've done the last two years. The wavelets yiddy yadda is still in limbo. Need to seek out a wavelets expert to answer questions.

I'm most impressed by the continuous stream of new music in the rock genre.

Top bands going into June ... I mean these are buy-it-steal-it-download-it-burn-it goodstuffs IMHO.


1. The Raconteurs - Carolina Drama
2. Seether - Rise Above This
3. The Last Shadow Puppets - Separate And Ever Deadly
4. The Weezer - Pork and Beans
5. Disturbed - Inside The Fire


The is Rude.

A while back I dated this black girl from Nigeria. It didn't work out a for a variety of reasons, and we went our separate ways amicably. I regret dating her though, because she was not only beautiful, but she made me laugh, and had a lot of confidence and strong values, and that spoiled me. Since then I've never seen another lady who is both attractive and funny; finding pretty women here in Dallas is extraordinarily easy, but even unattractive funny ones are exceptionally rare.

But after her, I know they're out there.

I suppose I'm hoping there's some sort of indie/artsy girl out there with a sense of style and wit about her that I just haven't seen much around here. Maybe its because the typical black girl isn't like that -- she belongs in the north, really -- but I'd like to think that Dallas harbors at least a few. And that they're still single. And that I'll find them.

Rude.

So I broke and made the phone call. I can't quite decide what to make of the conversation. I hardly feel these are things I should be worried about now. I hate this kind of pressure, even if it is the slightest. And about many other things, some will never understand.

I got to speak to my mom yesterday, I like talking to her and hearing her bless me. It does a lot for my psyche.

I'm a really really private person, and I get embarrassed when people outside family get all mushy. These are messages that get an honorable mention.

From Abdul, my youngest brother: The brightness of a million stars cant withstand the glory of of the moon. So you will shine among millions. That's my prayer for you. Happy birthday Zeddie.

From Peter, my mentor: Keep moving higher, don't stop now, there are more victories to be won. As you turn a new calendar, may God give you the wisdom that will lead you to achieve greater success above your peers and may you never forget that you only came this far because of God's grace and love for you. Happy birthday bro.

Not my ass crack.

My fingers are itchy, I need something to occupy my time. This whole life thing is playing out how I always thought it'll be. Grad, get a job, be content as an individual contributor, then live and live and live and die. The End.

No. I feel I can spy in on my destiny. No doubt any journey to greatness demands uncanny perseverance, willingness to take chances, and a consistent surge of adrenalin for when you're against the enemy. You hear that primal beat in the back of your head, yea, danger danger.

At times when I always felt I'll be at my strongest, I've instead felt the weakest. I wonder often about my widowed aunt, how does she get through. I dont think I'll ever know how to console a person who has been bereaved, there simply isnt enough that can be said or done. This is dicey, I do the best I can, but its still dicey. I play surrogate dad to the twin boys my late uncle left behind, innocent children often talk about their daddy sleeping with the angels. I'm teaching them all the boy things, how to talk like gentlemen, how to dance, how to play video games, etc etc. This is taking its own toll on me.

Rude.

1. Finish writing draft for first FT technique paper, do a bit more on CWT to backup math, get to Chair by end of April.
2. To get motivated for future school, call old man consistently and whine and gripe about how hard the MS was.
3. Start coolest statement of purpose, and not for semiconductor, gotta lets it go, gotta lets it go.

In the past week, my support shifted abruptly from Barack Obama to John McCain. I have way too many buddies from ROTC who have spilled their guts fighting wars abroad.

Should be writing at least two IEEE papers based off my thesis, but June 1 is far far away, seemingly. Back to the Zoo March 31. I am wasting time, RIX should come off hold, work in parallel.

Apparently parents got a real fright learning about the latina. Now I have a name and a phone number for some Nigerian lass. We're in medieval times again. "Oh, word?"

Semiconductor industry is getting screwed by the economic slump. Fallback plan, get into UT or UC for Energy Distribution/Power ICs. Lock into the Power Grid of 3rd World.