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Things that happened on my 21st birthday:

  • I got the hiccups.
  • I nearly passed out from lack of food and left work in the middle of a shift to eat a bagel so that I wouldn’t die.
  • Heat exhaustion (curse you, Texas)
  • Watched Religulous. It widened my horizons a little more.
  • Presents! Boyfriend! Sushi!

Things that did NOT happen on my 21st birthday:

  • Partying
  • Getting drunk
  • Oh well. I’ve never been drunk. It’s not very important to me.
  • I did try to buy some alcohol. But everything looked disgusting, and evidently I know nothing about alcohol, and you are not “supposed” to buy alcohol at a Wal-Mart. My parents had a good laugh on my behalf when I told them. I am hopeless.


Reduce, Reuse, Recycle;

it’s our Planet to share,

grow and nurture for our future.

Happy Earth Day!

Respect to Mother Nature and ALL beings.

It is my birthday today, and how very fitting that is.

All I want is for more people to begin treating our planet like it is precious. :)


I never hated Daylight Savings Time until I became a meteorologist. 

By Order of Obsession

It arises partly from competitiveness. Partly from a desire to better myself. But mostly, it is a simple addiction.

My high school German teacher and I had a friendly (one-sided?) competition revolving around Minesweeper. Senior year, I enrolled in German IV as a companion elective to speech. While German IV is technically a class, it is by no means mandatory for graduation. Therefore, I was one of three people to sign up.

German IV had no technical class period. I was lumped into the German I class with one of the other German IV kids. For fifty minutes a day, I lounged behind my teacher’s desk, nose-deep into a German activity book, and half-listened to the microcosm of freshman students struggle through basic syntax. Of course, sitting behind the teacher’s desk was not without its temptations. The days blurred past, and my hand inched closer and closer to the computer mouse. Eventually, the day came when I clicked on Minesweeper.

I had played Minesweeper before, of course. Obsessively. Thousands of games later, the game no longer presented a challenge, and I was pretty much guaranteed a win so long as the puzzle didn’t involve random chance; at this point, my motions became robotic. Minesweeper was an addiction that caused me to spend hours clicking away at the family computer, while images of a mine field were burned into the edges of my waking vision.* I was nothing short of obsessed.

Of course, as with all my game-related obsessions, interest in Minesweeper faded in due course, and my normal life returned. Until that fated day in German class, when boredom won out against classroom propriety. I opened Minesweeper. Played a few games. Noticed my teacher’s high scores.

Self-imposed challenge accepted.

I shirked my homework that night. It could wait. Everything could wait. I didn’t beat his high scores that night, or the next, or the next. But it eventually happened. 6. 41. 116. I beat every one of his high scores. Blinking the mine fields from my eyes, I screencapped the feat and printed it out. The next day, my German teacher affixed it to his wall and gleefully scribbled, “Photoshop rules!!” (I know he was impressed, though. I visited him last year and the picture was still on his wall.)

Enter college. Enter Multitask (high score: 313). Flappy Bird (high score: 182), my dreams invaded by tiny birds flying through pipes. 2048 (although I now despise that game). MORE Minesweeper! Other little games. One by one, I secured my place as Gaming Queen (except for 2048. I really really hate that game and refuse to play it on principle now**). 

My gaming addictions, they came in waves. They switch places, they fade for a time, but I always find a new obsession or return to an old one. The newest guilty party is Super Hexagon. I conquered Hard mode, but Harder and Hardest (and the Hypers) lie beyond my grasp…for now. It’s thrilling, exhilarating. I shriek at my computer screen every time something new and unexpected happens. I can feel it, the Tetris Effect taking over my life again

And I will not rest until I establish complete and utter dominion over this game. :)

*Known as the Tetris Effect, a condition that arises as a result of repetitively engaging in the same game or activity for a long period of time. I saw vivid images of half-finished Minesweeper puzzles every time I blinked, every time I closed my eyes to sleep. It was horribly distracting.
**Among other things, one of the reasons I hate 2048 so much is that it triggered the strongest Tetris Effect I have ever experienced. Seriously. I couldn’t see two like objects without wanting to merge them together. See: traffic, forks, humans.

Messy hair. Always. It’s part of my charm.

I just decided, with much conviction and pumping of fists, that I would try a BEDA (Blog Every Day in April) challengethen I belatedly realized that it is already twenty days into April. Uh…oops.

Why John Green Isn't All That: A Musing                ⇀

I haven’t decided yet how I feel about John Green books. I waver between admiring the subtle, poignant, thought-provoking ideas present in each book, and conversely being bored and mildly disdainful of the actual characters. I’m torn.

The Fault in Our Stars was the first of Green’s books that I read. And I suppose I loved it. Books don’t make me cry, but TFiOS had me sobbing so uncontrollably I had to put the book down and leave it for a while. There’s something to be said about a book that can elicit such raw emotion from people. It’s an excellent book. I adore Hazel and Augustus and Isaac. I should have stopped there.

Then came Paper Towns and Looking for Alaska. I still don’t know how I feel about these. Maybe I shouldn’t have read Paper Towns immediately after TFiOS as it definitely pales in comparison.* I actually remember next to nothing about the book, and I just finished it. I enjoyed Looking for Alaska moreso than Paper Towns. But I’m beginning to notice a trend. Green’s characters are not very distinct from one another, and this is because he overuses the same tropes. A lot. His books feel essentially the same. Margo and Quentin might as well be Alaska and Miles. I have yet to read An Abundance of Katherines, but I’m beginning to suspect that Colin and Katherine will feel very…recycled. Thus his “unique” and “quirky” characters degrade into not being very unique or quirky at all.

And so the books blend together, feeling formulaic and contrived, and I forget pretty much every detail of all of them, because half of each book is just the main character thinking introspectively and the other half entails derping around in a very mundane setting. The Fault in Our Stars stuck with me. But not the others.

Don’t get me wrongI love that Green’s books are deeper than they appear at the surface, and you really have to dig as a reader to uncover the nuances. I also enjoy John Green as a person. It’s weird, because despite my above criticism, I still liked them. They are decent books. But I also have no desire to reread them.

*There is no general consensus about which John Green book is the best, so I’m sure a ton of people will disagree. That’s pretty cool.

Heaven forbid I tell any of my Republican relatives I’m studying climate science. I need to create a snappy West Wing-style monologue in response to their mockery.

Oh Earth, I am so sorry you became a political litmus test.


In Green Company | Aurora (by Max J R)


Newton’s third law says that forces come in equal and opposite pairs. This means that when air exerts lift on an airplane, the airplane also exerts a downward force on the air. This is clear in the image above, which shows a an A380 prototype launched through a wall of smoke. When the model passes, air is pushed downward. The finite size of the wings also generates dramatic wingtip vortices. The high pressure air on the underside of the wings tries to slip around the wingtip to the upper surface, where the local pressure is low. This generates the spiraling vortices, which can be a significant hazard to other nearby aircraft. They are also detrimental to the airplane’s lift because they reduce the downwash of air. Most commercial aircraft today mitigate these effects using winglets which weaken the vortices’ effects. (Image credit: Nat. Geo./BBC2)

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