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There is no better way to celebrate being done with it all than to transform the stressful ordeal into irreverent humor and introspective reflections – and for me, that means whipping up a few comics.  I’m not going to pretend like I can keep up any sort of regular update schedule (believe me, I’ve tried before!), so instead, I’m just going to draw a bunch of them out of order, upload them in some sensible order, and be done with it.  In total, I hope to produce one to two dozen four-panel strips in my usual lousy pencil style.
There are certainly pre-med comics in existence.  The one that I’m aware of is an offshoot of “Below the Mean” called “Pass/No Pass,” and I think that it’s certainly worth a read and quite a few chuckles.  My comic won’t repeat any ideas from there (alas, he has already claimed the “urge to say something inappropriate during the interview” gag).

So far, I have sketches for 7 strips, but I’ll hopefully have time to draw them formally when I get home.  I’m unfortunately currently occupied with my UROP and trying to pick out places to do a lab rotation over the summer, so I can only sketch and sketch.

I took a typing speed test at “TypingTest.com” (Lissa blogged about it, heheh). I’m never a terribly accurate typer, and on a different trial run, I got only 90% of the words. One thing I have always wondered about is the comparison between my maximum typing speed and the speed at which I can create prose. So, for reference and without further ado, here’s my baseline speed at which I type, if I am in the perfect situation of copying text on-screen.

Net Speed: 95 WPM
(words/minute)
Accuracy: 95%
Gross Speed: 99 WPM
(words/minute)

As you can see, I’m effectively around 90 WPM. I think that’s decent, although that does also mean that I haven’t improved significantly since early high school or so (in middle school, I played this strange typing game involving invading letters/words and also typed long passages of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, to achieve mid-70s range. I’ve never been and probably never will be particularly accurate, because when I am reading very quickly, my fingers do not usually act in order, but act as soon as they are given the cue that they will be needed).

Now, I am going to blog about two different topics: one will be a memory-dictation exercise, in which I will write and reflect about today. Then, I will blog about a philosophical topic, hidden excesses and indirect immorality.

Passage 1

Today, the “cooking group” from last summer reconvened, and it was a heartfelt return to one of the happiest sorts of patterns to have in one’s life. There’s nothing quite like the relaxing feeling of falling back into a ritual – especially when that ritual involves food and games, too! As usual, we caught the Saferide to go to Super 88; per usual, I got motion-sick on the way there; and as usual, we split up to our individual restaurant choices before settling down at a crowded table, under the muted TV, waiting however bitterly long for everyone to bring back their (sic) meal before commencing chow time.

106 words in 2:13, or ~48 WPM.

Passage 2

It’s really easy to say that people should not do wrong things, but how many people really think about their indirect wrongs? Ethicism seems to focus primarily on intent, when in fact most of the absolutist writings – chief amongst those, fantasy books or philosophy volumes – are nearly useless, because they assume that evil stems from evil nature. Temptation, seduction, failure of will. Or perhaps alternate motives – stealing for sustenance, hurting someone to help someone else.

But I would argue that evil doesn’t ordinarily come in those forms. Nearly every person I have ever met, from any walk of life, has been a kind person, a well-mannered person, a reasonable and morally sound person. So why is there evil and suffering in the world? I think that it’s because of the things we let slip between the cracks. There are cracks here and there, and most people do not notice them at all.

Funding and funds are a big part of this. Organizations and campaigns receive well-meaning donations from individuals; fundraisers rake in cash; companies earn significant profits. This money then comes into play in order to carry out necessary functions of the groups. However, at the same time, money begins to seep out in the form of superfluous spending, and efficiency drops significantly.

213 words in 4:34, or 47 WPM.

My point in this second passage, btw, which I didn’t really get to, is that evil is an indirect consequence of decisions. Taking a free sandwich means that someone else will not receive it; spending funding money on a lab party makes lab members happy, but the donors thought they were funding cancer research; buying land to build a new building can displace residents who once lived there. The other day, to catch a cab, I had to stand on the street in the snow. But this actually meant catching the cab before it made it to the hospital. But wasn’t there a line of people waiting for cabs at the hospital? Even though that cab may never have been headed to the hospital, perhaps it was. If I had not thought of this situation, would it have been a less bad action? Probably not. Indirect effects, intended or not, are the source of shortcomings in human behavior and progress, my own included.

Conclusions

1. Synthesis of text is indeed the rate-limiting step, not typing speed. Using original thought cuts down the typing speed by about 50% (half-speed). A 500-word essay would hypothetically take 10 minutes to compose, although high-rate synthesis clearly leads to divergence of text and poor organization.
2. There is not much of a difference between the rate of creation of brand-new ideas and the recollection of memories, put into words. The slowest step is thus probably the visualization step, in which the ideas or memories are formed into movies, whose playback is recorded as words.

As I type this, my computer is gradually freezing due to Windows Media Player’s spontaneous instability.  I performed the “error reporting” and received this helpful answer:

“This problem occurred because Windows Media Player was slow or unresponsive. Windows Media Player was created by Microsoft Corporation.

This type of problem occurs when a program is slow or has stopped responding and you choose to shut it down. This is also referred to as an application hang. Most of the time, there’s nothing you could have done to prevent this type of error, but there are some troubleshooting steps you can try.”

Notice the mental correlation that one makes between the first and second sentences … the causality is peeking out from behind the curtains …

:D

After dropping off my bow to be rehaired (and getting scolded by the bowmaker … ask me for details if you’re curious about bow matters), I was rather hungry, as it was already 3:30 and I hadn’t eaten lunch. As I strolled north to get from the violin shop to the Public Library (using a mental map that turned out to be correct), I spotted a curious fast-food restaurant called “b.good” to my right that had an amusing ad postered outside, to the effect of not needing an industrial fry cutter ’cause they’ve got Ronaldo or some generic-named character like that. I looked over their menu, and it looked pretty gourmet, for a fast-food burger joint, anyway. Then I spotted the pricing – $5.95 – and the option of “crisp veggies” as a side … and believe me, I was sold. Mouth watering, I wandered inside, noting the signs of “free wireless” and a few curious posters that I’ll describe later on.

I ordered the “Adopted Luke” (you can go to their website and find out yourself why on Earth a BBQ mushroom-onions-’n-swiss burger has that name) and a side of the veggies. Before sitting down, I grabbed a fountain drink — and to my surprise, they had unsweetened iced tea. It had been so long since I unsweetened iced tea was spotted alongside Coke and Fanta, and I was so overjoyed that I ran up to the counter and announced my joy and gratefulness, to which she brightened and gave her two cents on over-sugared confectionary tea. I then sat down, but within one minute, the food was ready and I brought it back to chow down. The burger was indeed delicious, not huge but definitely not puny, and with that hearty, beefy taste that only comes with using lean, fresh-ground meat. And the vegetables – fresh broccoli, carrots, and red peppers, lightly stir-fried in garlic and olive oil so that they weren’t raw nor over-cooked, and nowhere near bland – were scrumptious and a perfect balance to the burger.

Now, the posters: there was one about the turkeys they used in their turkey burgers, proclaiming that turkeys across the nation were addicted to drugs (read: antibiotics), but theirs were “clean and sober.”  Always a good thing.  Then there was one about their fries, and how they loved the fries so much that they didn’t dare to dunk them into a giant vat of reused oil (they bake them instead, making them about as healthy as the veggie mix, believe it or not).  And then there was my personal favorite (paraphrased): “Han Solo was frozen by Jabba the Hutt, and that sucked.  So we don’t do the same thing to our crisp vegetables.”

Ohohoho :)


And now the :(

Why the heck is the Boston Public Library so disorganized?  Last time I went, the French section (several shelves) was in absolutely no order – not by title, author, or call number.  And now the foreign films are just jammed together onto two shelves at pure random.  Ranma 1/2: Nihao My Concubine was right next to a film in Farsi and one in Hindu, and then there was a Chinese film to the side.  This place is either for those who know exactly what they are looking for and would stop at no length to obtain it … or those who don’t care at all what they get (like the other woman there, who had an armful of ten rather random selections).

So I step into the shower, naked like nobody’s business, and I see this spider. That brown, stripe-legged raggedy-looking spider was huddled up in the corner, front legs covering its eyes. Man, he was pissed!

“Yo, yo, yo, man. What you think you doin’, comin’ up into my crib like this, ass-nekkid? I don’ remember asking for no male strippers.”

“Wait, you high or sumthin’? Yo’ crib?!” I exclaimed. “This ain’t your space – it’s my shower.”

And then the spider did that creepy shit where it looks like it’s walking on air and all that. You know what I mean?

“Lookie here, son, I busted my silk-spinnin’ ass (literally, get it, man? aw, you’re lame) last night, building this little shanty and you have to go all boar-joiz “evict the spider” on me huh? Huh? You think this buildin’s yours? I come in here, I build my house. I live here. Shit, man! My great-great-great-gramps, he’s living here all nice an’ all, on some bushes and trees, and then you things run over the place and put up this big ol’ thing. Where’s we supposed to live, huh? Huh?”

“Yo man, chill. I’m not here to wash you down the drain. You jus’ mind yo own business and I’ll mind mine.”

“Feh, nekkid big pink thing.” And he started pacing around irritably til I left.
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Man, I’ve been strangely uncoordinated lately.  I hope this is just a passing anomaly … .

Yesterday, I crashed into the lab’s front door because my left hand failed to turn the handle but my legs kept following the path I had pre-planned in my mind.  It was lightly painful, but mostly embarrassing.  Fortunately, no one was around to see it (I hope).

Today, I was reaching down to unplug my laptop cable and – get this – my *eye* freaking crashed into a corner of my laptop cooling pad on the counter.  (Don’t worry – my eye’s okay.)  Geez, what’s up with that?!

Ignore me.
Someone stole my cushion,
So my butt hurts.

The ringing in my ears makes me numb
But I want to pretend that the pain
(In my rear)
Is all that troubles my heart.

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Hmm, just a little experiment in my ‘test tube’ ;).  Not actually reflective of how I feel, btw.

Today, James and I gave Sukant a crash course in genetics as preparation for his journal club presentation tomorrow.  During this “course,” James was explaining how we know certain genes (e.g. p53) are essential:

“We know certain genes are essential when the test animals die with the gene knocked out.  Think about how we know if a file is essential for your computer – if you delete ‘autoexec.bat,’ you notice that your computer doesn’t boot up anymore.  It’s an essential file.  However, if you delete ‘Shakira – Hips Don’t Lie.mp3,’ your computer runs just fine.  It’s not an essential file.  Genes are the same way.”

=)

Heya. Kozue is bending to the light, which means she’s alive! Yayyy.

New 20-min drawing below the cut, but PG-13 for violence.

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… come pet my fluff friend d>_Georgebert Prime (I know, I know, I should’ve become a professional baby-name consultant; ah the regrets of adulthood! ~sigh~). I was going to name him Georgeathan, but there are too many existing hits for that @_@.

So yes. Pet Georgebert’. And you shall get good luck!