chipmunk

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This week has been very musical, which I'm glad of. I went to see Lucy Kaplansky on Wednesday with E. It was very good, if a little lacking on the high notes this time around. She's apparently working on a new album, so she was trying out a lot of new stuff, especially covers, it seems. The most amusing was Lyle Lovett's "God Will".

Last night, I saw New Riders of the Purple Sage at this somewhat odd venue. They were pretty good, though they didn't play "Glendale Train", which was unfortunate. The bass was jacked up entirely too high, so you couldn't hear any of the words they were singing, but the instrumentals were quite good. I'm told, though, that they've lost some of their touch in the absence of a few original members and associates.

All in all, an interesting week.
chipmunk

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December and January seem to be the times for introspective entries. I'm not very good at them; I try to avoid them, actually. So, instead, we have, for your further enlightenment a letter which, I think, aptly sums up our society. That's not to say that I advocate any particular movement for social justice or anything, but just that we (or, at least, I) often take a short-sighted approach to things.

To the Aged and Beloved, Mr. John Higginson, 1682: There be now at sea a ship called Welcome, which has on board 100 or more of the heretics and malignants called Quakers, with W. Penn, who is the chief scamp, at the head of them. The General Court has accordingly given sacred orders to Master Malachi Huscott, of the brig Porpoise, to waylay the said Welcome slyly as near the Cape of Cod as may be, and make captive the said Penn and his ungodly crew, so that the Lord may be glorified and not mocked on the soil of this new country witht he heathen worship of these people. Much spoil can be made of selling the whole lot to Barbados, where slaves fetch good prices in rum and sugar, and we shall not only do the Lord great good by punishing the wicked, but we shall make great good for His Minister and people. Yours in the bowels of Christ, Cotton Mather

in The Oxford Book of Letters, Frank Kermode and Anita Kermode, eds.

I'm fairly amused.

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chipmunk

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I was recently inspired by gisho's game [See entry here.] to figure out exactly how far down Google's ranking on the term "internet" anything having to do with the actual Internet itself was. Impressively, the Internet Society made #7.

In browing their site, I found this. Wow, this really bugs me. Someone needs to figure these sovereignty issues out. Seriously. Thoughts?
chipmunk

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My econ problem set just took ten minutes. Either the thing was ridiculously easy, or I'm just not getting something about Nash equilibria. I suspect the latter.
chipmunk

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Now, this was the first day of classes, and we didn't go very far. So this proof we were assigned is probably supposed ot be fairly short. Why is mine some sort of bastardized combination of vaguely remembered high school geometry and vector addition and exactly a page long? I think maybe I should've reviewed more.
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chipmunk

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To clarify quickly, I'm not going to take five classes. We have a two week "shopping period" here, so I can look at the classes and decide. The fact that I don't have to make the decision now doesn't prevent me from angsting about it, however. Also, it's amazing how much better things look at 10 at night rather than five in the morning.
chipmunk

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Lester Lipkind died last night. The man was an institution around here, and it's really a very sad thing to see him go. Funeral's going to be at 11:30 this morning.