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Monday, January 13th, 2014
2:55 am
The Beginning
On the 0th day, God gave man Nand. And it was good.

And man said, "x Nand x". And there was Not.

And man said, "not x Nand not y". And there was Or.

And man said, "Not ((not x) Or (not y))". And there was And.

And man took And, Or, and Not in his hands, and rose. And with them, he looked out at the darkness and the unformed chaos.

And man said, "Hello, world."

I've been studying the class that goes with this book, and after three days of it dreamed this up in the shower. I think I'm really going to like this journey.

Current Mood: hopeful

(The first and seventh of four)

Friday, December 21st, 2012
12:00 pm

Current Mood: puppies

(3 entered the finis Africae, | The first and seventh of four)

Thursday, December 31st, 2009
1:12 pm
My letter to 50,2000 AD
You can sumbit your own letter to the time capsule here.


We have a lot of hopes for you guys, but don’t take it too personally. By now, if we haven’t gone all Luddite or blown ourselves up or opened this early, technology will have effected* our evolution pretty heavily. See, in my time human knowledge has doubled every 18 years since about when my great-grandparents were born. The first human probe passed out of our sun’s magnetic field when I was 21, thorium is replacing uranium as the power source of the future, and we’ve finally built a solid neuro-interface computer that can translate your thoughts to text in real time. If you managed to follow the pictographs in this time capsule and read what’s on these discs you probably know all about that.

I wanted to tell you a very quick story. When I was growing up, I had a lot of people telling me that I could do anything I put my mind to, that there was all the time in the world to become a doctor, write the great American novel, save the world and explore the cosmos. I believed it, and when I was twelve I assumed that by 25 I would have done at least half of those things and be well on the way to the rest of them. I’m 23 now, and I’ve made a lot of friends, done some meditating and taken a lot of bike rides, but so far I haven’t even saved one tenth of the world, let alone the whole thing. I used to look back all regretfully, think about everything I hadn’t accomplished and wish I could have another chance.

Right now you’re reading a lot of people’s messages from the first minutes of the third millennium, and I bet most of them have pretty high expectations for your time. Given the way our progress has accelerated I bet most people are predicting that by the 521st century we’ll be more or less like gods (unless we destroy ourselves, of course, but then you couldn’t be reading this). I really hope you’ve found ways to make life a lot better for yourselves. The effects of global warming should be wearing off by now. Maybe you’ve figured out faster than light travel or cured aging and disease, but please don’t feel bad if you haven’t. See, I realized around 20 that at 30 I’m probably going to look back on the last 10 years and wish I could have them back, and again at 40, and again at 50. And from that perspective, it’s kind of like I got my wish. I’ll one day wish that I could go back to being 23, and today that wish is granted. I just have to do something to make sure I don’t regret the next seven years. I’ve also realized that the speed of progress isn’t all that important, as long as I’m always moving forward and enjoying it. See, many many generations before your time, and mine as well, the average life span was around 20-30 years. My ancestors were happy with it, and yet I get to live 4-5 times longer than that, with the possibility of even further extension. Even if I had done absolutely nothing till now, I still have three whole lifetimes left to be whatever I want. I can spend one of them relaxing, one of them making friends, and still have one left to write that novel and save the world.

What I want to say, 50000, is please don’t feel bad if your world doesn’t measure up to our hopes. It’s your world, not ours, and you’re obviously surviving, which is all we can really ask of our genetic legacy. That said, please live your life in a way that you think the next few hundred centuries would be proud of.
If something’s holding you back, please get rid of it; if there’s some star you haven’t seen, please go there, or lay the groundwork so others can go there. I’m sure there’s a lot of people telling you all about what is and isn’t possible, but please don’t listen. Remember that a critic is someone who’s almost good enough not to be a critic. If we figure out immortality by 2080 or so, I’ll tell you more in person, but if we don’t, that will be all right. Life is pretty good right now.

*That’s a pun. Look it up.

P.S. In case you figure out time travel, I’ll be at latitude +42.135191. Longitude: -83.156124 from 2300 December 30 2009 to 1300 December 31, 2009, EST. After January 4 2010, you can find me around 41.922501/-87.651001 most days after 1800 CST.

(The first and seventh of four)

Monday, November 30th, 2009
12:50 pm
I still check livejournal, a lot.

(2 entered the finis Africae, | The first and seventh of four)

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
1:09 am
This is cool
Despite everything, humanity is getting nobler. Twentieth century murder rates were only 1/60th of what they were in the first century, and that includes both world wars. Change is speeding up.

Don't worry. We're getting smarter. Not just that we know more, but we're starting to learn how to live together. Human life and freedom are getting more valuable. Technology's gonna be awesome.

We may still be lost, but not like we used to be. Confused and scared of our own potential, marked by failure, setback and fear, slowly but certainly we're stumbling toward the light.

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Current Mood: anxious

(The first and seventh of four)

Monday, August 17th, 2009
8:51 pm
like waves
Dad took me to the Vietnam war memorial when we went to DC.  He told me it was sacred place for him, and that kind of stuff.

He told me that people would come in and out of my life.  He said I would care about people so much I'd wonder how I ever lived without them, and that they would leave or die, and that was okay.

And I was like, "okay."

Now that I'm out of school I see it happening.  I read people's facebook updates, but hardly ever comment.  I only talk to a couple people from Alma and exactly one person from high school.  One person who I cared about a lot and with just stopped talking to me, apparently for no reason, and a month later I hear from five people I never expected to see again.

I was thinking about how people say that every seven years you have a brand new body, and I wonder how how you have brand new friends.  Losing this one friend really hurt, and it made me think about how everyone in my family is fifty or so years older than me, and it won't be too long before I'm literally alone.  That came out bleaker than it was meant to.  But still, I wonder how everything is going to change and how any of us will be okay with it.

Current Mood: pretty okay

(The first and seventh of four)

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009
2:14 am
New Roomie
My new roommate moved in yesterday.

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(2 entered the finis Africae, | The first and seventh of four)

Sunday, June 7th, 2009
3:18 pm

I had the most coherent dream I've ever had last night. It was all one story and everything.


I was driving south from Chicago across the border into Mexico for this neuroscience placement. I was going to be at a university for a couple years, doing research or classes or something. Once I got moved in, I was in Michigan, driving down with my parents to visit me. This is when I found out that I had gone through ten states to get to Mexico, not just over the border. Sometime on the way my Dad's car got these new seatbelt adjusters from this old woman, who came with us and sat in the front seat, in the middle, between my parents. The seat belts had a musical combination lock. There were three buttons and depending on how hard you pressed them you could play nine notes; you had to play the right song in order to adjust the seatbelt height. The combination (I overheard them talking about it) way “Ms. Morris” (or maybe “Norris”), with the letters in the name coded musical notes.

While I was playing with it, trying to translate the name into which buttons to press, I had to take my seatbelt off, and that's when we got pulled over. Mom led the police car down the highway for about five minutes because she couldn't figure out if the lights were for us; the car kept weaving in and out of traffic to get behind us.

We finally pulled over at this beach by a lighthouse on a cliff overlooking a river/lake and a city. I thought we were in the middle of the United States, but you could see Mexico from the water. The officer insisted that Mom had led them down the highway for twenty minutes and that we could all go to jail, but I knew it wasn't true so she let us off with a warning. While we were waling around the beach, or my parents and the old woman were, I played in the sand. As we were about to go, I found a place with very very wet sand, even though it was farther away from the water. I made a little ball of it in my hands, and it was surprising how it all held together. When I opened my hands I realized it looked just like a frog, not just in shape but in color and texture. I put my finger through it and it was still sand, just green and black sand, and when I squished it back into a ball it was an almost perfect frog again. I was time to go, so I hurried up the stairs to the top of the cliff, where my parents and the water were, and put the frog on one of the wooden shelves. There I saw dozens of other sand frogs, all piled on top of each other and left there. I made another one a little more carefully. When I looked at it I realized that this was the place where the world began, and this sand was the earth that was used to shape the first animals, and that if I could just figure out how to give it the breath of life I could make it real. I thought about the old stories I'd read or been told a long time ago, and remembered the different kinds of sacred water they used to make the first life: blood, spit, tears, and some others. I knew I could do it, if I had time and didn't have my parents rushing me to go. I knew it might have been the first time someone happened upon this beach with the knowledge and the curiosity needed to create life since, well, since the last time it happened, and that if I wanted to I could stay here and make a whole new world, or possibly many worlds, but I didn't even want the responsibility for one frog.

It took a long time to figure out what I needed to make life, and I don't remember getting back in the car, but I woke up feeling like I could get back to that beach if I ever wanted to.

(The first and seventh of four)

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
12:04 am
Chicago Trip
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1929 N. Sheffield Ave., Chicago IL, 60614
I'm pretty sure it's on the far south side of Lincoln Park; I know it's right in front of the Armitage stop of the brown line.

This is the upstairs living room.  We're in the middle of painting it, so the downstairs living room is housing two or three disassembled couches.  The downstairs living room is the only way into my bedroom.

600/month + 1/6th of utilities. My five room mates are Evan, Justin, Keith, Anika, and Bruce, who's foot and hand you can see in the above picture.  Yes, I found them through craigslist. They're all art students at DePaul; I'll bring my crayons so we can relate.

We have the top two floors of an apartment building, we're taking the door off between them to make one six-bedroom apartment. So what does 600$ get you in the city?

A dorm like tiny bedroom, with a loft and enough space for a permanent blanket fort underneath and a lot of book shelves, everything I need
A spiral staircase connecting the front door to the second and third floor We're going to just lock the front door and get rid of the two individual apartment doors, so it becomes a house
Two living rooms, we're turning one into a dining room/lounge and the other into a family/video game room
Two kitchens. That's a little weird, but we might turn the smaller (second floor) one into a bar/junk food kitchen and have the third floor one be the cooking kitchen.
A rooftop deck with patio furniture, from a trap door on the third floor. I think we're putting Christmas lights on the railings and running an extension cord up to put a refrigerator up there. It's also a place to sleep with the stars
A front yard for bike parking
A backyard for the dogs to run around
Three little dogs and the chance to get another if I want. Which I do. If I had any form of stability.
Pug, Black Lab/Corgi looking little guy, and one other No cats
Two other little rooms, the size of a bedroom or so, that might be a guest room and a den
Lots of floor, wall, and closet space

My room mates go to the same school, and they all know each other, so my first mission is to make friends. I don't know about them artsy types. One's a video game designer.

The Black Lab/Corgi little guy, Lucy, belongs to the landlord, so she only half lives with us.
 </div>That's the first thing I noticed about the area: it's little dog Mecca.  I've heard more sounds of dog collars five inches above the ground than even in Florida.  And there are Yorkies.

So I wrote this entry last Wednesday, before I actually moved to Chicago and started working, which I did yesterday.  So I'll write about that tonight.

(2 entered the finis Africae, | The first and seventh of four)

Monday, April 6th, 2009
3:09 pm
Photo Meme
Take a picture of yourself exactly as you are right now. Post it.

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Current Mood: Done with college

(3 entered the finis Africae, | The first and seventh of four)

Tuesday, February 24th, 2009
2:10 am
You can't tell, but the list is in base 42.
I just gave myself lots of little tomato soup burns on both my hands. The marching band roll-step does not keep you stable when the floor is wet.

Tonight I'm watching classic Battlestar Galactica. I haven't seen the new one that's on Scifi channel, but I doubt it's as good as this. Modern heroes don't smoke cigars on the starship.


1. 10:30 - Financial advisor way overdo.
2. Office Depot with Dad, to make copies of his new book to send to everyone.
3. Call D- Sleep.
4. Call Dell.
5. Bother people about act-o-grams (any APOs reading this:bother bother bother)
6. Tap tap tap.
7. Probably play that in-browser flash D&D simulator, cause that's how I roll. More Battlestar.
8. Type-type-type tap tap tap.
9. Kitties?
A. Sleep.

I talked to Dr. Hitsman today. For those of you who don't know, Dr. Hitsman is the professor I'll be working under this summer at Northwestern in Chicagoish, doing research in the Department of Preventitive Medicine. It's 24 hours a week or 60% time, so that's hopefully enough to live on. Dr. Hitsman was one of Dr. Batchelder's advisees when he was at Alma, he's interested in helping me make contacts and get established.

I just found a white eyelash in my keyboard. I'm old. )=;
Now that I have a job lined up for the summer this journal is unfriendslocking for some entries. Yay friends.

Current Mood: awake!

(2 entered the finis Africae, | The first and seventh of four)

Tuesday, November 18th, 2008
6:55 am
One Acts 2008
Alma College One Act Play Festival 2008

Good Neighbors by John Bartholomew Tucker
Directed by: Hillary Bard
Ann: Amanda Ewing
Bill: Okwara Uzoh

Prelude to Thirty-Five by Seth Kramer
Directed by Emily Bartelt
Jay: Logan Ricket
Rae: Breann White

The Second Beam by Joan Ackermann
Directed by Linnae Caudry
Meg: Andrea Martz
Jennifer: Paige Davis
Georgia: Emily Moe
Patti Scharer: Annie Jennings
Casting Director: Rachel Markillie

Courting Prometheus by Charles Forbes
Directed by David Dyer
Lou: Justin Dietzel
Rita: Tara Bouldry

Making the Call by Jane Martin
Directed by Beth Hubbard
Parker: Anthony Nellon
Elizabeth: Jo Mollhagen-Jaksa

Sure Thing by David Ives
Directed by Brian Kilday
Betty: Caitlin Portko
Bill: Josh Olgine

The Interrogation by Murphy Guyer
Directed by Meekin Udell
Man: Ben Willams
Woman: Holly Dukes

November 21, 22, 23

Alma College Heritage Center, Strostacker Theatre
314 W. Superior St.
Alma, Mi, 48801

Adult Language and Situations

(The first and seventh of four)

Monday, June 2nd, 2008
2:35 pm

And no, we can't do it without you.

(The first and seventh of four)

1:31 am
I passed my TB test.

Current Mood: happy

(6 entered the finis Africae, | The first and seventh of four)

Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
7:30 pm
homan, homan, ho-MAN

This summer I'm at my internship in the mornings/afternoons, my interview was today and I have one more test to pass: a TB test.

Then, in the afternoons/late afternoons I'm working with Dr. Mrs. Beagley on a research project she's working on, the effects of sleep loss on weight gain, which means that in addition to cleaning rat poop I'll probably be doing surgery, histology, and working with the electron microscope, which is good, because I need practice.

The internship is at Gratiot County Medical, with their Partial Hospitalization/Intensive Outpatient Psychiatric Program. We see patients in the morning for a couple hours of group therapy, then we have educational groups and workshops in the afternoon to learn about emotional management and various kinds of therapy, and lunch and hang out time with patients.

I realized I don't have senioritis. Sure, I have last-day-of schoolitis, but for next year the mountain of work:directing, two senior thesi, Richard III, studying for the GREs, filling out applications and then peace corp/grad school beyond is really keeping everything in perspective.

One more paper, just one more thing to do for class at 9:30am, then at noon my summer starts.

Current Mood: excited, working

(2 entered the finis Africae, | The first and seventh of four)

Saturday, May 10th, 2008
3:25 am
"Every week I read a new secret I never knew I had", the stranger said. Only some weeks there are three or four secrets that I realize are mine. This week: I am thrilled with the person I'm becoming.

I'm seriously so happy with who I'm growing into. Yes, I have terrible habits like putting any and every assignment I get off until sometimes literally the last minute (I've recently realized that going to bed at three and waking up at six to write a paper for my 9:30 is much more thrilling than writing from three till six and then sleeping until 9). Yes, my confidence and maturity aren't where they should be and I fail at the Boy Scout motto 80% of the time, and it's true that for a 21 year old I have so much growing up left to do it's not even funny, but nevertheless, I'm happy. And I didn't even realize it until I read that secret.

Current Mood: artistic

(The first and seventh of four)

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
3:12 am
I swear to God, and I felt the need to post this, I just saw a banner ad that said, Find Eternal Joy with Jesus' Word" with a click button that said "start your free trial". I think I have more to say about that.

(The first and seventh of four)

3:12 am
I swear to God, and I felt the need to post this, I just saw a banner ad that said, Find Eternal Joy with Jesus Christ start your free trial today". I think I have more to say about that.

(The first and seventh of four)

2:56 am
For get your talent. Do you have tenacity?

I got back to school today, and first thing in the door (after I wedged the bicycle behind the refrigerator) my Yelhe acceptance letter was sitting on my bed!

The award covers 675$ for rent for the summer. It was going to cover utilities and something toward food, but that was when I thought I had two roommates, now I have one. The thing that worries me is the line "Although this won't pay all your estimated expenses...". See, the grant covers up to four credits tuition along with the money, and I have to do the intership for credit so I can be covered by the college's insurance. So does that mean I didn't get the tuition remission? Or did they just not feel the need to include it in the letter? If it's not included, the cost is still 1128$ plus food and utilities. That should all be found out tomorrow

Current Mood: cautiously pumped

(2 entered the finis Africae, | The first and seventh of four)

Saturday, April 19th, 2008
10:05 am
As I sit here finishing up this paper, I realize something that's absurdly funny to me: when know more about undergraduate freshman psychology students than any other group in the world.

(The first and seventh of four)

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