tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53733062011-04-22T00:07:14.523Z"Why, God, why?" and other amusing storiesThe happenings in my life, from a vicious night of assault to the present day...Lukenoreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1107696779229522322005-02-06T13:25:00.000Z2005-02-06T13:33:48.756ZWell, after going out on the pish I awoke with a few hours of my life missing. This is currently the list of questions which need answering:
1. What is going on?
2. Why are there blood stains up my wall?
3. What is that smell?
4. Why aren't my legs listening?
5. Where did the sandwich come from?
6. Why, God, Why?
7. I remember talking to a woman wearing glasses about Gandhi. Where did this Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1101822972103387742004-11-30T13:55:00.000Z2004-11-30T19:10:03.906Z
hiruyasumi, kemokafe ni ikimashita, demo nanimo tabemasendeshita. Kemokafe no tabemono wa takakute ozomashii desu. chocorato burauni ga suki deshita, demo ima nanimo arimasen.
kore posutu wa chotto houshi deshoo.
dareka wakarimasu ka. Yomite ga wakaru wa "hai, baka!" kaku beki de, watashi no nihon-go o tamemasu.Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1100272857924820922004-11-12T15:05:00.000Z2004-11-12T15:20:57.923ZWell, its a bright sunny day.
For anyone who cares to know (thats not stupid self-indulgent pity, I do know that there a a fair few) I am feeling pretty chipper on the old physical front. People are rushing around a lot and keep asking me to join in. Its like they're trying to get me to live in the uncertainty principle. I was talking to a girl in one of the physics lectures (Probably second Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1099568245708900782004-11-04T11:05:00.000Z2004-11-04T11:37:25.706ZMy, my. Long time, no blog. Not really surprising, as I've not really felt like telling the world about what I'm doing- its been a good bit more fun just doing it. Well, I hope that it continues so. In any case, I'm living at present in that perfect time for blog, the limbo between lectures, stuck on the science site with too little time to do anything other than sit at the computer.
Well, Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1085345735256434682004-05-23T20:06:00.000Z2004-05-24T11:52:50.470ZI am still immersing myself in sciencey things which I should have learned back when the courses were being taught. There's apathy for you. Not that I don't enjoy science. It seems to be part of my psychology that, when told that I have to do something, the something in question looses all its charm.
I spent the last two days at home. I shall clarify this and say "the Newcastle version"- I'll Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1084395592525946612004-05-12T20:48:00.000Z2004-05-12T21:08:48.853ZAh, summertime. The joy of the lovely weather is somewhat offset by the fact that I'm rarely in it, but then I do have exams up and coming and I hear that the sun doesn't plan on fizzling out any time soon. I hear that from my revision in fact. There are other explainations for the solar nutrino problem.
I am rather enjoying having some limited knowledge of the workings of cell catabolic Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1083245285322753272004-04-29T13:28:00.000Z2004-04-29T13:32:15.420ZI've enjoyed a great deal of sexy mathematics today. I bothered looking at fourier transforms in a bit of detail due to a question ben asked me on QM (I got a t in the constant as well- waah!) and aside from that had great fun with a night of PDEs and the pub.
I had some homework trouble- Not one of us castle undergrad physamaticians could proove that a uranium rod would explode given certain Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1082582267859961882004-04-21T21:17:00.000Z2004-04-21T21:21:47.936ZI don't know why, I'm feeling rather good. Perhaps its moomins, dodds, jane and alan.
Perhaps its the bob dylan playing (It ain't me, babe) or parhaps not.
Anyhow, I'm off to the DLI to say hello to a couple of people I've not seen in a while.
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1080790171301720622004-04-01T03:29:00.000Z2004-04-01T03:33:03.750ZI'm in some bizarre american internet cafe so lord knows if this will post properly. The machine I'm using seems to be somewhat blogverse allergic.
I'm currently in San Diego. Plans for this trip had me in LA until friday, but due to my aquaintance (Much as I'd like to get to, I don't know her well enough to say she's a friend) in LA has been taken ill and I'm consequently unable to see her/sleepLukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1078746893603704472004-03-08T11:54:00.000Z2004-03-08T19:31:38.233ZI nearly blogged last week. I didn't. Three cheers for apathy and procrastination!
Even through days of excessive psi-porridge I have been feeling decidedly different over the last week and a half. I remember a philosophical "beetle in a box" argument on how such things are impossible to say because we all lack a frame of reference. Bollocks!
I talked with a jehova's witness on the subject of Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1077480166200407132004-02-22T20:02:00.000Z2004-02-23T11:39:54.996ZIn order to start a musical blog aspect, here's my star-spangled opening for the last castle womens basketball match.
On another point, people are remarkably good at self-delusion. This isn't as good as one that Daniel gave me a link to, but after "the world in terms of heaven, hell and Los Angeles—seemed to be attractive and make sense" I was left thinking that this is utter shatLukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1077386459084762932004-02-21T18:00:00.000Z2004-02-21T18:03:39.920ZHere I sit, once more, in Newcastle. I think I've been every single weekend since term began. A retreat from the battlefield of mind out in studentia, with broken emotion strewn across it, possibly by a passing paranoia. It's possibly all a case of needing to learn to press the "lower shields" button in Fuckham. Not that I always find the switch here either.
Its all just an arms race of sorts- "Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1076932113945696232004-02-16T11:48:00.000Z2004-02-18T11:53:41.250ZI have returned all the way from the Beauteous and (above all) welsh Gower to the dark tower of data otherwise known as the Fuckham science site. Incidentally, for those who are unaware, the Durham-historic-cathedral-city (16m) was christened Fuckham by Andrew. It's a good name for Durham, thanks Mr Angrew- although I still wonder at such a description from a man who lives in the gay-rape capitalLukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1076612672929145462004-02-12T19:04:00.000Z2004-02-12T19:07:01.840ZI've had a lovely tea, consisting of vegetarian mush and banana beer (mixed inside rather than outside of me) and am feeling rather pleasant. I decided that it would be fun to get myself utterly lost on the way back from the science site, but this proved a little difficult, so I had to settle for wondering how I'd managed to arrive in some woods I know of. I have over the last four months or so Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1076423900136534352004-02-10T14:38:00.000Z2004-02-10T14:40:45.810ZA return from a nice short day on the science site. Usually I'd have 3 more hours either of lectures or labs on a tuesday, but this is a labs week and apparently it takes longer than 5 days for flies to fuck, or at least to gestate as well, so we get an afternoon off.
I'm sitting in a freezing cold room, damp, and in nothing but a towel (which is on my head). I'd imagine this information will Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1076335557130148732004-02-09T14:05:00.000Z2004-02-09T14:12:17.966ZAh, yes. Typing. I might well bother with this again. Likely as not I shall abandon all blog, to piss off ye who enter here, but never mind all that.
I opened up communications with a damn tank again after a few months. I got a rather strange and vaguely apologetic e-mail back. I really don't know why. The lack of communication on her part is quite perfectly mirrored my my own Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1060442016153342702003-08-09T15:13:00.000Z2003-08-09T15:13:36.116ZI wonder, are my posts showing up?Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-1059735998423559442003-08-01T11:06:00.000Z2003-08-01T11:06:38.396ZAh, good to see my last post was recovered by the mysterious blogger in the end. I wonder how long thats been here without me knowing.
I am, as most readers will be aware, dividing my time between durham and newcastle with no plan in mind for either (surely thats the best way other than THE best way to treat a city- and only ben has managed that). I've been enjoying both in the bursts I've had Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-958948312003-06-21T16:18:00.000Z2003-06-21T16:18:01.593ZI have come to lovely newcastle for the summer solstice party which my beloved Becky is hosting. I've also recently attended a 3 person birthday party which was really rather fun. It was in fact the social highlight of that day and possibly that particular week in Durham. It was also, interestingly enough, hosted more than a month before ay of their birthdays. I barely knew one of the hosts (Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-952804302003-06-04T12:30:00.000Z2003-06-04T12:30:13.040ZWell, I have finished all of my exams, ending with a philosophy essay written as a play. I'm soon off to be musical but for the moment I blog.
I'm 19- Legally I don't think its important. The years I became mature enough to do things were 16 and 18- at 19 I'm just 18 without the romance of legallity sweeping my off my feet in an orgy of alcohol and homosexuality.
As it was, I drank no more than Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-950753282003-05-30T11:13:00.000Z2003-05-30T11:13:31.740ZI was instructed by kitten to post an advertisment for the birthday ofd the creature known as the darkly-sideways avery, and the celebrations of his birthday on the second of June in leeds. I see nick has also had the same instruction.
Hopefully I'll be able to join in on the wetherspoons fun on the sixth- having said that this is when I've been arranging to have a joint party with a friend here Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-949115782003-05-26T21:49:00.000Z2003-05-26T21:53:59.000ZModerately violent? I don't know where I got that. I think all the level 8 stuff might be to do with bieng a scientist.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)ModerateLevel 3 (Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-948408502003-05-24T22:50:00.000Z2003-05-24T22:56:10.000ZI'd forgotten how crazy geordies are- I've been singing the songs all day, they were stuck in my head during my maths exam. At the bar I sang the blaydon races with a fellow CUNT (Common underprivelliged northern tosser) or so the rich buggers here call us. Its great fun.
Whist, lads had yas gobs, I'll tell yas all aboot cathedral.
Whist, lads had yas gobs, I'll tell ya boot the wyrm.
One Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-945860332003-05-19T16:04:00.000Z2003-05-19T16:04:21.093ZI have returned to you, sweet blog, from the first of my summer exams. Wonderfully, the wave phenomina section of the exam started with "derive dopler" which was rather a joyous sight. I'm rather dissapointed that I froze on Quantum Mechanics- I've not really got a great grasp of quantum reflection anyway, but just as the solutions clicked I had an urge to run out of the exam hall and urinate Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-944463082003-05-16T12:59:00.000Z2003-05-16T12:59:05.046ZI worked it out! Its just a factor of original velocity over the vector difference of velocities.... Yay! Its different for moving observer though... Now I'm noto the shrodinger EQN for a potential well.
Off the topic of technobabble, someone in court tried to defend themselves after running a red light by claiming that they had observed a doppler effect which had made the light green. He was Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-944407292003-05-16T10:01:00.000Z2003-05-16T10:01:48.136ZI post to you, sweet blog, trying to see if I can derive the doppler effect having totally failed to study it. Its common sense stuff, I shall post later with my reults.
I've been somewhat shut-up in my room over the last few days, only escaping to feed myself, wash myself (contrary to popular myth), have my 2 5-minute tea breaks a day with James, my neighbour, and go to the bar for last orders. Lukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-941699272003-05-11T23:23:00.000Z2003-05-11T23:23:27.900ZI return to my blog a little drunk. I have just frequented the swan and three sygnets, a reasonably quiet pub by durham standards, and certainly a change from last night, as I will reveal later.
I've spent the last hour or so singing. I returned to hear a corridor-mate, Dutch Steve, playing guitar, so I joined him and sang along. We were also accompanied by the lovely voice of Morwenna, who livesLukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-940816352003-05-10T00:33:00.000Z2003-05-10T00:33:19.450ZI've now finished all my lectures for the academic year. How bizarre- I'm never going to get taught anything my the maths department again, or at least nothing in that formal style. My last lecture was, incidentally, maths. It was a man by the name of John Bolton who was lecturing. In order to distract us from the mistakes he feared he would make in the maths, he told us a story of his cricketingLukenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373306.post-940211872003-05-09T00:12:00.000Z2003-05-09T00:12:14.390ZI start this blog by reporting the horrors of an attack faced by myself and my friends. 500 men, armed, armoured, and with faces like warm marmite coming at us out of the shadows.
Of course I joke. Three of my friends and I myself were however attacked by a group of Durham geordies on ketamine. We weren't unpleasant, as I'm sure many students at this university could well be, although I was the Lukenoreply@blogger.com