time to update ye olde blog
ah, yes. it's time to get back on the wagon and write something on the blog. not just some pansy short little obligatory blog post about how crazy I am feeing and how much I want to display to everyone my entire thought process, with a little haha on the end. a little moral of the story type bullshit. it's not that kind of a night, evening, day at work that is slow. it's show time, and I am feeling a weirdness I haven't felt in a while: FREEDOM.
yes, that's right folks, the show is on the road, off the blocks, out of stirrups, finally taken out from behind the glass barrier. ready to dominate, take control, or as adrian chronauer would say, boogaloo till you puke. why this sudden jubilence? well, my arch nemesis has finally been passed by. the train of my brain has pulled away from teh GRE station, if even to return for a short time in the future, for another wild stint of bad craziness. if only to return to push me back into some kind of box. if that's the way it is going to be then so be it. if I have to take that god aweful shit heap of a standardized test, IN ANY FORM, ever again, it will be on different terms. I will go in, and make the stupid computer adaptive testing model bite the fucking dust. it will be with me not caring ,with me not letting the Educational Testing Servies of Princeton fucking New Jersey tell me I'M not PhD material. I mean, because I can't figure out these stupid little trick you up equations that have some lame, mind bending trip wire that you fall for, because you're just doing fucking math, not solving some soap opera mystery.
but it would seem that this is the sad principle that our country is built on. Test em all. pay lots of money to be tested, to achieve some artificial level of knowledge that will in no way mean that you will be a good scientist. No Child Left Behind, SES-biased tests that college aptitude is based on, freebees for rich kids, no pencils or functioning lightbulbs in inner city schools. it's all artificial, all made up.
but I will move away from that tangent and find that my apfel korn sensation (all you germans should know about some apfel korn business) is wearing off and the HST in me is leaving, asking me to come upstairs and read Kingdom of Fear for a while. god, that man was a genius. a rare beast, not meant for mass production.
H
yes, that's right folks, the show is on the road, off the blocks, out of stirrups, finally taken out from behind the glass barrier. ready to dominate, take control, or as adrian chronauer would say, boogaloo till you puke. why this sudden jubilence? well, my arch nemesis has finally been passed by. the train of my brain has pulled away from teh GRE station, if even to return for a short time in the future, for another wild stint of bad craziness. if only to return to push me back into some kind of box. if that's the way it is going to be then so be it. if I have to take that god aweful shit heap of a standardized test, IN ANY FORM, ever again, it will be on different terms. I will go in, and make the stupid computer adaptive testing model bite the fucking dust. it will be with me not caring ,with me not letting the Educational Testing Servies of Princeton fucking New Jersey tell me I'M not PhD material. I mean, because I can't figure out these stupid little trick you up equations that have some lame, mind bending trip wire that you fall for, because you're just doing fucking math, not solving some soap opera mystery.
but it would seem that this is the sad principle that our country is built on. Test em all. pay lots of money to be tested, to achieve some artificial level of knowledge that will in no way mean that you will be a good scientist. No Child Left Behind, SES-biased tests that college aptitude is based on, freebees for rich kids, no pencils or functioning lightbulbs in inner city schools. it's all artificial, all made up.
but I will move away from that tangent and find that my apfel korn sensation (all you germans should know about some apfel korn business) is wearing off and the HST in me is leaving, asking me to come upstairs and read Kingdom of Fear for a while. god, that man was a genius. a rare beast, not meant for mass production.
H
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