Sunday, November 29, 2009

Wasted subscriptions

the New Yorker is a great magazine, but it's articles are so long and I'm so lazy about actually sitting down and reading it that I have no idea what to do with all these issues. Tried leaving it in my bathroom at home, but the articles are way too long to be finished in that kind of session, unless I started using masques for that sole reason.

Better skin for better literacy, what a great campaign that'd be.

Monday, November 23, 2009

I can't believe I spent the weekend on forwarding jph@m's offensive emails to the proper deans and administrators.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

From an email from my father

"Hi D.D.

Has the campus recruiting season started at Wellesley? Don't miss it. At least see who is in and what they need. I just realize that we may have missed the birthday greeting to you, but we did get a lovely restaurant meal for the occasion.

Good luck and good day.

Dad"

fml?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Interesting pset question

Suppose that, on average, 1 gang-related shooting occurs every 12 hours in Los Angeles.
a. In a 24-hour day, how many shootings are expected?
b. Find the probabilities of 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 gang-related shootings occurring in a 24-hour day.
c. Which numbers of shootings have the highest probability of occurring? Why is this answer
reasonable?
d. Using the information found in part b, draw a probability distribution.
e. Suppose that 10 shootings occur in a 24-hour day. Do you think that this could be a random
occurrence? Use the probabilities that you found in part b to explain your reasoning

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Operator?

while waiting for the bathroom in the COOP, Hahvahd

ahhhhhhhhhhh Red Velvet Cupcake

Cupcake from SWEET, working in Tealuxe in Hahvahd

Saturday, October 10, 2009

HONK festival in Davis Sq

or, one of the guys just waiting forever to use the bathroom, anyhow

being judged by an artsy Mongolian face

Study HARDER child!

Diesel

at work in Davis

Diesel

Friday, October 9, 2009

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Do you see woody?

A tiny woodpecker, in the least dirty way possible

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Congee time

Hei La Moon dimsum

Durian Balls

the taste of scallion is ridiculous

Friday, October 2, 2009

Monday, September 28, 2009

Mona Lisa Reproduce!

the birthrate among Wellesley students is kind of pitiful

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Hard at Work

North End

allo

North End

ORDER YOUR FRESHKILLED GOAT!

North end

Tea Partay

George or Paul?

The debate rages! or, not...

Red Velvet

Frosting was amazinnnggg
@ Sweet

Sweet on Comm Ave

I got the red velvet, rfiske had the apple pie

Friday, September 25, 2009

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

Moonmoonmooncake

Rose-flavoured red bean!

ahhhh cheese

Thanks MMG Partners! (and yzhou, of course)

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Friday, September 18, 2009

!

Marshmallow

Swine Flu Shun!

"The ill student should be wearing a mask when she opens the door. Tell her you will leave the food on a table or other surface near her door, keeping a "social distance" of approximately six feet. Do not hand the box directly to the student."

"How to boil water 101"

Why today was awesome

7 hours of sleep
Beasting class presentation and participation with ridiculously minimal (marginal, even) preparation
Cheesecake
Art Library getting rid of my $400.00 in fines
Wine and Cheese
Enough quarters for laundry
90s Music

How we Kowtow (Prof Joseph)

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

a saddle...?

Multiiiiii (I kind of see it, but not really)

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Monday, September 7, 2009

The day our stuff got jacked in Shanghai

So, at the start of August I take a weekend to visit yzhou. On the day that I go visit the mini-propaganda museum in the basement of an apartment complex with a friend from high school, however, my phone gets jacked. We carry on a bit. A few hours later, my friend's wallet, complete with cash, atm cards, credit cards, student IDs, driver's license, and the like, get pickpocketed from her bag while were at the Bund. Hélas.



We sought out a policeman and here are a few lovely pictures from the drive over to the police station in a paddywagon.





a clearer view of the locked part in the back for criminals (no, we were sadly not allowed in there)





Shanghai, mind you, is not all roughness. A few pictures from the previous night:

Takeshi Kaneshiro sighting in Hong Kong!


My brother's apartment is awesomely close to this billboard

The 狐臭: On Body Odor and Mate Selection

A brunch discussion with my parents on one of my aunts' obsessions with critiquing the attractiveness of everyone else, as vain people are wont, that turned into one about which people on which sides of the family are attractive--my eldest paternal aunt and my maternal grandmother, apparently--eventually turned into my father reflecting on how people choose marriage partners as he drove me back to Wellesley. (This particular aunt had made the peculiar and generally disapproved of choice to marry her first cousin, a paternal uncle of mine. Thus, she often inspires topics of genetics [is that why the son isn't too bright?], attractiveness and notable personalities when she comes up in discussions.)

Father: ...when I was sent to the countryside, I learned that the farmers had a few major taboos on marriage. One was diseases. You know...sexually transmitted diseases...Another was 狐臭.
Me: Eh?
F: Huchou, you know, "body odor" (he said that bit in English). Pure Chinese people won't have it so you can tell who has a little "Turk" in them. The village neighboring the one I was staying at was known for having daughters with really white skin. And of course, if your daughters have white skin, people are definitely going to come and try to marry them. But they also had the 狐臭. The white skin probably came from having some Uighur blood in them, which is also where the 狐臭 came from.
Me: huh.
F: You've got to be careful of that stuff. It's spread matrilineally, you know. No one could take the risk of having children with the 狐臭. Similarly, there was this one farmer, his family were carriers of that sexual disease that Columbus brought back. He managed to finally get a wife by doing a sister swap--you marry my sister, I marry yours--with another family. His sister was fine and had many children. The poor girl who married him caught the disease and died within a year. He was alone until he managed to get paired with this "very retarded" (again, en Anglais) girl....

Monday, August 31, 2009

I'm just going to take this as a compliment...?

So arrived back in the states a week ago and have some updates from the 10+ weeks in Asia, but first an interesting scene from Wellesley:

I was helping this first year delete uninstall some program and was stumbling around her computer because it was 1) Vista and 2) in Korean. Anyhow, to distract her from my utter confusion over where everything was and which buttons said what ( (C) is continue, not cancel, btw) I was making some smalltalk and mentioned that I had been in China this summer.

"Beijing?"
"Yeah."
"So, you're Chinese?"
"Yup."
"You don't look Chinese."
"...? So, what do I look like?"
"Japanese maybe? Not Chinese. I have a lot of Chinese friends. You don't really look Chinese."
"Oh..."
"It's a good thing."
"Oh..."

I've decided against over-analyzing this.