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I had started over at Boston University, and was going to minimally earn a four course graduate certificate, and if time and interest permitted, turn that into a master's degree which needed ten classes. After three of the four classes, I changed jobs, and my new employer, a university, doesn't pay tuition for other schools, so I was either stuck paying for it out of pocket, or seeing how I could possibly transfer the BU credits into a suitable degree at my current employer.
I chose the latter, and after two years, I'm done. With the exception of the one business-oriented class that I had to take, most of the students were from foreign countries. Some of the classes were a lot larger than I would have expected graduate level engineering classes at a private university to be.
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The Dates from Hell, a Historical Remembrance
Way back when, when the Captain was a single man, he tried various ways of meeting the nubile young lasses who needed rescuing from their condos and all that stuff. In that particular turn of events, he came across a seemingly nice girl, who we'll refer to as J.
J was a woman in transition. She had packed up and moved across the country, due to a set of circumstances that just seemed Herculean in their scope. More on that later, perhaps.
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Yes, I've been remiss in blogging. Just too much to do, it seems. The knee seems fine, but I haven't found the time to make it back into to the do jang yet. That means it's been a year since I blew the knee out.
It seems as though I have a high school reunion this year. That would be 30 years out of high school. Some time this summer I'll have to drag my butt down south and see the people I graduated high school with. I have a wife now, so that might be interesting.
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That was the noise I heard emitted from my left knee in the first week of February while practicing a routine stepping roundhouse followed by a wheel kick in Tae Kwon Do. I dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. And it hurt a whole lot. I laid there in the do-jang as the wave of nausea and the strong desire to pass out teased me like those little angels and devils you see on the shoulders of cartoon characters.
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OK, I have no idea, or do I really care about these awards. Besides, Battlestar Galactica probably isn't being considered. I do, however, have a few awards of my own to give out for Village Idiocy in the highest order... More...
"Abhor" - look it up... Webster's equates it to "loathe" and "detest". That sounds about right. I will not willingly purchase their equipment. I will not recommend that anybody above me in any organization purchase their equipment, nor will I approve any requisitions for people I supervise for HP equipment.
Sounds like I have a bee in my bonnet don't I? I do, dear reader. read on.
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Went to a new restuarant last night, The Beehive in the South End. Pretty yummy. I'm not that familiar with the South End. It reminds me a lot of say, the midtown Mahattan. One of my dining companions was a 70 year resident of the South End, so we got a bit of the nickel tour of the neighborhood on an apres-dinner stroll. More...
This is my new word of the week. I've actually been thinking about it for a month or so, but am finally getting around to writing about it. ENVIRONIC: that which seems to be good for the environment, but upon further study, has major negative implications.
I'm sure there are countless examples, but I'll use one just to get the point across. The example is Biodiesel, ethanol, or whatever you want to call using food, primarily corn, in this case, as a fuel subsititute. It sounds like a great idea, right. Reduce our dependence upon foreign oil by using biomass to provide fuel for our fleet of less than fuel-efficient vehicles.
Sounds like a win-win, right? Well, not exactly, not necessarily. Granted I don;t have sources or anything at my disposal, i.e., I'm too lazy to try to find anything substantive, but I read somewhere that as a result of the oil industry grabbing all of the corn harvest they can get their grubby little paws on, the price of corn has tripled. Tripled. That's a huge change in the economic realm. For citizens of the US , Canada, Europe and most advanced contries, this means higher prices for beef, chicken and pork, as a lot of corn was grown as feed.
Yesterday, I paid fifty cents each for a few ears of corn at the local farmers market, and I seem to recall getting them five for a dollar last year. However, it is the start of the harvest seasn, and they might be more expensive for that reason as well.
What most people don't seem to understand is that while many of us can simply choose not to have corn as a veggie side order, there are lots of people, typically in poor countries, such as Mexico, that consider corn to be a staple of their diet. What are they going to eat?
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Here is it, Independence Day, meaning the year is half over. This means I've been in my new job for a couple of months, that there are two months of summer left.
Here in Boston, the thing to do is to go down to the Charles river and camp out at the esplanade all day. People line up at 6AM to get a spot for themselves and their friends, all for a day of sun, friends, and I suspect food and drink of the American variety. Over 350,000 are expected on the Boston side, and another 150,000 will show up on the Cambridge side, and who knows how many will be walking across the bridges all day, cross-pollinating themselves with all of humanity.
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Took a trip home to see the parental units, and found out my mother is sick of hearing about Paris Hilton. I took that as a good thing.
Travel involved passing through Hartsfield International in Atlanta. As Atlanta is the world headquaters for Coca-Cola, it is quite impossible to buy a Pepsi at the airport.
I'm spending a great deal of time on the T (that's the subway) in Boston, heading to and from work. and it's interesting to see all of humanity coming and going. I'm amazed at what some people consider to be suitable attire
For instance, there was this guy the other day on the Red Line, who I saw on both my trip into town, and on my trip on the way back. Tall guy, young 25-30 or so, overweight by probably 85-100 lbs. Page boy hair cut. Got on at Kendall in the AM, and that's where he exited in the PM as well, which possibly means he's a MIT alum or something. Mode of dress was a pair of what appeared to by polyester slacks in a Spring Glen plaid, an untucked-in short sleeved striped shirt that didn't match, and a pair of Van's slip-on sneaks, with a checkerboard pattern of blue and white.
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