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Saturday, September 24, 2005

The best laid plans of mice...

When I was young -- 8th, 9th grade, say -- I thought Robert Burns was just the coolest poet ever. I once modeled an ode of my own to his piece, "To a Mouse," in which he praises the mouse for present living -- for changing plans as necessary -- and moving on without always keeping an eye on the past:
But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men,
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

"The best laid plans o' Mice an' Men, gang aft agley..." I'm only assuming that 'gang aft agley' means something akin to 'often go awry', as my scholarship in Scottish dialect is poor at best, but Burns speaks a valid truth. My best laid plans to blog more often have, in short, been circumvented.

But like the mouse, I can't complain: they've been circumvented by work, yes, but more often by fun, by travel, by spending time with people I care about, and by doing things I didn't have time or resources to do in college.

So once more, your forgiveness, and I bring you a pretty treat in repayment of your infinite patience:

I'm moving. Moving away from Blogspot, moving away from the familiar feel of the old Foolish blog that so often catalogues and reminisces on what's past and gone to a new blog.

Henceforth, you'll find me meditating at the Monastery of Idealism at www.arwyn.org.

Change your bookmarks, make new links, and come on over for a visit now and then.
Arwyn 14:38
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Friday, September 09, 2005

Never a shortstop again

When I played softball -- which I did well when I was 10 and never well after -- I played catcher. You get lots of action at the plate -- especially in church-league slowpitch. In high school as the one senior on the JV team (no, I'm not still bitter about that -- honest...), I played first base. Action there, too.

Well, no. Not really. Because we were horrible and rarely got the ball in and got slaughtered in every game.

And Wednesday, during a team game here at work, I gave shortstop a go.

Ahem. Yes. Well. I've now got a hard splint that goes down to my elbow to support a sprained right thumb. Talk about mad skillz...

And I've had a lot of bloggable thoughts the past few days, too. I'll share more after the weekend when I have my right hand back and can type again.
Arwyn 12:18
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Friday, August 26, 2005

Mmmm

Now this is what I call science.
Arwyn 15:44
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Beneath the Pines...

I am not, in general, a homesick type of person. I've spent my fair share of time living away from home -- whether at boarding school in the 9th grade, Space Camp (yes, I'm a nerd), Girls' Camp, college, a semester in Russia...

The thing about leaving family is that I know I'll always come back. I may live away for years, but I'll always visit, and they'll always be a phone call or an email away.

But I miss Bowdoin. Lots. The tall pines, the quad, Hubbard Hall, the food, classes, friends, professors, even my job there.

It's a strange feeling. I enjoy my present job, I enjoy the work I'm doing, I enjoy the challenges. I'm content with where I am in life -- graduated, working, living, moving forward.

And yet, at the same time, there are moments when I would pay almost anything for the feeling of walking across the quad on a brisk October morning, admiring the leaves as they turn brilliant colors, and feeling entirely and utterly as though I'm exactly where I belong.

A strange feeling, indeed. I can go back and visit -- not a problem -- but...it will never be quite the same. I'll return a visitor, a stranger, one of those old alums I always saw walking along, examining everything for a sign of change and difference, trying to find the Bowdoin I knew and loved and yet -- it never will be the same.

As someone who believes that change is the only universal constant, this shouldn't come as a surprise to me. Like Siddhartha's river, Bowdoin will always be there -- and it will never be the same Bowdoin from one year to the next, one semester to the next, one moment to the next.

So part of the sorrow and the missing I feel, I know, is knowing that it will never be the same because it will never have me or my friends as an integral part of it.

And while I can accept that, intellectually, it doesn't make my heart any less heavy every time I look outside and see the summer's end approaching and know I won't be going back this fall.

Strange, indeed.
Arwyn 14:33
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Scribble

I don't think I've mentioned recently (or at all) how much I love reading Laura's blog Scribble. Always very thoughtful and insightful -- and peaceful, as reflected in the layout and the writing.

And pretty. I like the pictures. Pretty pictures!
Arwyn 22:00
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Randomized

Life's still crazy. I've been out of town the last four weekends -- Boston, New York, Yosemite, New York -- and my weeknights seem to fill themselves up with activities and adventures and collapsing to gather enough energy to make it through work the next day.

So, blogging? Heh. Um. Forgive me? And I'll give you a happy surprise soon -- within the next week, something cool and exciting and worth waiting for.

Something that will make this horrid formatting problem go away, too.
Arwyn 00:07
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Monday, August 15, 2005

Buying a car

I've already bought my new car for the time being -- and am still loving it every time I hop inside to take it for a ride -- but if I hadn't, I'd be really glad to have read this insight into the process first.

And I realize I owe y'all an update; it'll be slow in coming, though, as life's got me by the nose again. But soon!
Arwyn 23:25
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Saturday, July 30, 2005

Answers

Yesterday (or, at least, some number of hours ago, before I got on a red-eye flight to the East coast and lost all track of what time it is where), I posted a puzzle for you:

(12 + 144 + 20 + 3 * 4 ^ .5) / 7 + 5 * 11 = 9 ^ 2 + 0

I promised the answer today, and here you go:

A dozen, a gross, and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more.


In explanation to those who asked, the .5 and the 2 come into it thus: the carrot (^) is used to symbolize raising a number to a given power. Therefore, x^y is the same as x to the power of y. x^2 is x squared (x*x), and so forth. Raising 4 to the .5 power is the same as taking the square root.

The whole point of those elements, of course, is just to make it more confusing. But what good's a puzzle that's too easy?

And now -- time to go out and enjoy a beautiful day with wonderful people I haven't seen in far too long. More blogging when I get back to Seattle.
Arwyn 12:04
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Friday, July 29, 2005

A puzzle for you!

I've decided the "short blog snippits" is the best way to actually get updates from me for the time being; work and RL ("real life," for the uninitiated) are still dogging me, and general exhaustion does not help.

However, I've settled into my new place -- a room, bathroom, and parking spot of my own, with kitchen and living/dining room shared with a very nice and considerate roommate who I rarely see since she comes in late and I get up (gasp!) early for work. And being settled, the exhaustion should begin to fade. I can already feel the creative writer in me struggling for expression, and blogging is only the first step.

But, like I said, short blogs. Baby steps. And since I'm taking off tonight for a weekend in Boston, I'll keep this short and leave you with a math limerick that was appended to a coworker's signature:

(12 + 144 + 20 + 3 * 4 ^ .5) / 7 + 5 * 11 = 9 ^ 2 + 0

Ten points to the first person to figure that out without resorting to Google. I'll post the answer tomorrow.
Arwyn 17:09
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