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Some people dissect dead people during lab. Others do titrations. In EE 301 we make little lights blink and count to 15. Hurray!

For lack of anything better to write...

... last night I had a minor concussion.

We were sledding at rock canyon when we (duh) decided we needed a jump. So we made one, 10 feet or so short of the sidewalk. Which was all fine and good until I went down, face first, from the top of the hill and landed with my head missing the sled and hitting the sidewalk. Cool! Anyway it hurt, but I never lost consciousness, no biggie. Until I started seeing little lights. And on the way home on 9th (which is a straight road) I suddenly became completely disoriented and had to pull over and let my friend drive.

I'm publishing this small tale of idiocy only because it was an incredibly interesting experience. Later, I noticed that I couldn't read words on my computer or my phone for several hours. I had trouble recognizing people's faces. And the whole time, I knew exactly what was happening, but couldn't do anything about it. Being sane and conscious while your brain goes crazy has to be one of the most bizarre experiences I've ever had. But if you want to experience it, I recommend illegal drugs instead of bashing your head in.

And don't worry, the symptoms were gone in a couple hours and I was woken up every hour last night to make sure I wasn't in a coma. Not fun.

Snowkiting

Just to prove that yes, we are dumb enough to strap ourselves to 12 meter kites on a windy day,

While it may seem that Mike and I have things squarely under control, let me stress that this is only an illusion. These short clips fail to capture the essence of snow kiting, which include me getting yanked into the air backwards and then being slammed on my back and dragged for some ten yards. And then attempting to get up, which happens to take about 80% of the time spent snowkiting. All for about 30 seconds of pure exhilaration, after which the slamming and fighting begin again. Its like learning windsurfing all over again...

I Can Understand If You're Jealous

I ask you, small attentive audience, how many people ever get the chance to pour molten hot metal? Very few, which is why I so quickly volunteered when the epic opportunity came.

BEHOLD MY AWESOMENESS!

And how were the castings, you might ask? Flawless, of course.

Thanks to Catalina Sanchez, photographer, and Manufacturing 282.

One Small Step For Sam...

Today I bought, cooked and ate rice. Never mind that on top of the rice was orange chicken that came out of a bag that came out of a freezer. Just realize that I may (possibly) have crossed the threshold of hating frozen burritos enough to prefer a (relatively) laborious cooking process to the microwave.

Don't hold your breath, though.

*To show Dad how Mike and I waste our time.

Untouched rough cut we recorded on a whim. We'll probably make it into a real song some day. The drumming is my foot against a sideways snare drum. Which is why it is sometimes off.

PS I know its long and repetitive. Jams are usually much more fun to play than listen to.

Wouldn't it benefit us both for you to sit by that girl over there?

Who is most likely to sit by me when I'm alone at a table (library or lunch) and all the other tables are taken? In increasing probability, and from real data:

1. Engaged girls (~10%)

2. Normal guys (~15%)

3. Really awkward guys (~75%)

Yeah. So either I intimidate single girls... or I'm attractive to weird dudes.