Sardines!

So last night was a lot of fun, and rather interesting, too. It was Junior Parents Weekend, so that means that they planned a big activity on campus last night. We had a ‘mentalist’ on campus. Craig Karges is just amazing. He appears to have mental abilities. He was blindfolded, and had members of the audience bring up objects, which he identified. They just held them near his hand. He identified a pair of sunglasses, which wasn’t that impressive. Then the next woman brought up a relative’s blood donor card. Not only did he identify that, but he got the name and blood type correct, too. He needed to handle the card for that, but there’s no raised printing on a blood donor card. Then he had someone bring up a unit of currency. He identified that the guy had brought up a foreign currency, and then read the Serial number, and identified it as a 5 euro bill. I don’t see how it was done. He was blindfolded with two coins taped to his eyes, more tape, and a cloth blindfold over the whole mess. If he had an assistant in the audience somewhere, it’s hard to believe that he could have gotten the serial number. And he offers $100,000 to charity if anyone ever finds out that he uses stooges or hidden cameras/radios in the show.

Later in the show, he levitated a table, with a scarf on the surface between his hand and the table. Then he went into the mind reading portion. He had people concentrate on their initials, a piece of personal info, and a random thought. He then would pick a thought, or set of initials, ask people with those initials to stand, and he told two people their phone numbers, read several of their random thoughts, including “Brady is hott!”, “lime jello”, and “frogs”. HE knew the names of the people they were sitting next to, and their signs. One girl thought she knew her sign, and he informed her that given her date and year of birth, which she hadn’t told him but he got correct, she was a cusp person, born between two signs. ]

Then he had three people write a number in a book, and had a fourth add them up. He got a hinged chalkboard, put a small piece of chalk inside, gave it to an audience member, and told them to hold it horizontal. After a few seconds, it was reopened, and the number inside matched the sum of the three numbers.

He asked four audience members to assist in creating a car, each in charge of a different component. Then he pulled out of a zipped pocket in his wallet, which was inside his jacket, a sealed envelope with a piece of paper, on which was written the exact make, model, color, license plate number, and cost of this car. It’s possible that this was sleight of hand, but unlikely.

He borrowed three rings from audience members, and linked them in a chain, and unlinked them. The owners of the rings were onstage to see them unlinked.

He asked for his check, had an audience member put it in an envelope, and seal it. The volunteer then sealed blank pieces of paper in two more envelopes. They were then numbered, and then the volunteer chose an envelope to give to Craig. From the remaining two, the volunteer chose one. Craig shredded, on the spot with a shredder, both the envelopes he was holding, and lo and behold, it was the check.

Wow, I’ve been ranting for quite a while about it, but he was good. It just blows your mind. He claims to have no supernatural powers, and reminds us several times, that it was a show, he was just an entertainer. He’s one heck of an entertainer, I’ll tell you that!


Shortly after we got back from the show, several people decided to make a Cove run, and I went along. While everyone was at the cove, it was decided that there should be a game of sardines in Franz Hall. (Franz has classrooms, and staff offices, as well as a few common areas, and a coffee bar. There are several alcoves in which to hide, all over the building, which is four floors and a basement.) So once everyone had eaten, off we went. We’d picked up a few extra people by then, and numbered 18. So we played a few games of sardines.

For those who have never played sardines, there is one person who hides somewhere, and the rest try and find the person. But when you find the person, instead of ending the game, you hide with them. Depending on the hiding space, that can be interesting, although people tended to pick good, large hiding spots. The first person to find the hid hides the next turn.

By midnight, we were pretty much burned out on the game, having been playing since 10:30 or 11:00. It’s just as well, as P-safe comes to lock up the building at midnight. So we all went outside, and decided that we should watch a movie. Somehow over the course of the game, the movie “The Princess Bride” was mentioned, and they were rather surprised/outraged that a few people, including me, hadn’t seen it. So we ended up watching it. It’s an interesting movie, I wouldn’t call it a classic or anything, but it wasn’t nearly as ‘chick fickish’ as it sounds. I enjoyed it. So I came back to the room late, and wound up going to bed somewhere after 3.


I got up earlier this morning, to go over and see the College Bowl thing. As part of Junior parent weekend, they set up college bowl as Students vs. Parents. At our last meeting, before Christmas, the man in charge of College bowl invited us back to help, as he wasn’t sure how many students would be there. I ended up competing in two of the five rounds, one of which we won by a large margin, the other we lost 95 – 0. Which is only about 3 questions worth, but it was still bad as it was the tie-breaker round. I guess the parents are smarter than the students. Or maybe just older. Some of the questions they got just because they lived through the events. I couldn’t name the five summer Olympic locations in North America, but I bet they remembered reading about them as they happened, mostly. Anyway, it was fun.


On the way back from the College bowl, I was riding my bike back to Villa. I decided to go a longer route, around a few buildings, to avoid all the people walking from the building. I was outside Swindells (a building), near the road to get to Waldschmidt and behind Kenna. The sidewalk is pretty wide, and can be used as a road if you need to get to some of the buildings. TO keep people from driving places they don’t want them to, there are several black steel posts which set into holes into the pavement. The holes are about a foot in diameter. The posts can be removed, to allow vehicles to pass. I was riding, and wanted to pass between the poles and turn onto the sidewalk just beyond. I rode right between the two poles, and started my turn. I wasn’t going super fast, but I wasn’t just coasting, either.

Anyway, what I failed to notice was that this particular sidewalk was set up for three posts, and one had been removed. I rode right over the hole, and as my wheel was turned, fell over the bike. I wasn’t hurt, except for my palm, but I’ve scraped it worse just falling while walking. I went to get back on my bike, and discovered that my handlebars must not have been totally tight, and were rotated about 30 degrees. So I had to pull on them to get them back towards straight. I rode back to Villa, and straightened them back out the rest of the way.


So that’s been my last 24 hours or so. Not a lot happening here…

Google Hit

I just got a Google hit on one of my blog archives. The hit was from Iran! And they were searching for the word “brofe”. I think that must mean something to them, but to me, it’s just what happens when you carelessly try and type “broke” and confuse the K for the F. I’ve always had that problem occasionally, switching those two characters when typing. Don’t ask why, I can’t tell you.

I think I’ll start using the spell checker more often….

RE: Pictures

Okay, so here’s some of the pictures requested. (All are thumbnailed, click on the small image for a larger one. I try and be considerate to those using dial-up, as I use it myself 5 months out of the year.)

Without further ado:

My DeskMy desk. The closet next to the desk, with the Jim Morrison poster, is Nik’s. Can you see the general clutter? In this particular picture, the desk was so cluttered, I had a clipboard propped across the top drawer to provide a surface for the mouse!

CordsThere are a lot of cables running around on my desk. They connect to my printer, palm, cell phone, calculator, mouse, and camera, although not all of them are connected at any given time. The power strip visible hanging in the corner is because the only plugs at the window end of the room are on the wall mounted desk lights–currently the fans are plugged into a power strip that’s just off to the right, on the windowsill. Nik’s side has an extra power strip that powers his desk, the phone, networking equipment, and our (really his) stereo, TV, and Xbox.

my loftThe loft: This is what it looks like from the center of the room. The surface of the mattress is about 6 feet off the floor, and the headspace underneath is a bit more than 5 feet, plenty to sit comfortably, and access any area underneath, but not stand without damage to your skull, as we have both discovered. Getting in and out of bed is not that much of a problem, just takes a bit of skill. I tend to throw a pillow off the edge in the morning and jump off onto it. Hitting the floor without the pillow can hurt, if done improperly.

We have the (his) microwave and fridge under my loft, and you can just see my radio, which really is in a bad spot, and my alarm clock. I have to lean over the edge to turn it off in the morning, which causes me to at least wake up somewhat. I’d like to put it way across the room, both so I can see it at night, and so I will have to wake up more to turn it off, but it would take so long for me to shut it off, I would guarantee that I woke up Nik. So I just wear my watch at night, and deal with the rest. The clock is visible from everywhere else in the room except my bed.

the bed up closeThis is what the area above the loft looks like. The clearance to the ceiling is about two and a half feet. Enough to crawl comfortably, and to sit somewhat, but I can’t sit fully upright on top. I nailed another board to the post so there’s a place to mount the lamp, which I use while reading in bed. I took the door off of the cabinet next to my bed so I would have a ledge to put things on near my bed. Nik’s bed is next to his desk, so he has his top shelf.

(I should mention, the University provides most people with bedframes that can be lofted easily, and safely. However, the wing I am in has the bed cutout (and desk) built in, and the University’s bedframes are about 5 inches too long for the space. So you get a standard bedframe, and the option to build your own loft, which I did. Actually, my dad built it at home the first week of school, as we only live an hour away, and that was more efficient than trying to compete with everyone else to build onsite. So no, Cel, it’s not one of those ones with the desk underneath. But I wish it was.)

view, at night This is a view out my window at 2 in the morning. The window overlooks the Willamette River, which is entirely industrial at this point. The campus is on a bluff above the river, and the Swan Island Industrial Park, or whatever it’s called.

view, by dayOnce the sun comes up, it looks more like this. Not quite what you’d expect from a bluff overlooking a river, but still quite a view.

On to Kitten’s questions.

my closetThe closet has hang-up shirts, and slacks. I have about 7 good dress shirts, and several knit pullover shirts. I’ll occasionally wear one for no reason, but usually they’re reserved for a situation when you’re told to dress better than normal, and to church and stuff.

the drawers On an ordinary day, I’ll just wear a pair of black jeans and a colored t-shirt. They used to be the general k-mart cheapies, but lately I’ve been trying to get ones that are at least a bit thicker. When I was in middle school (only 5 years ago, believe it or not) and earlier, I almost always wore shirts I’d gotten doing certain activities, such as a fundraiser, or a camp, or something of the like. I’ve never been a big fan of shirts with witty sayings, or corporate logos. Anyway, I shifted to solid colored t-shirts, and that’s fine with me. I’ve been getting into a mix now, but it’s still just t-shirts. If it’s cold, add a sweatshirt (which must be called a hoodie in California). To the right, you can see my drawers, with t-shirts, socks, and jeans. If anyone cares/is still with me after this long, the top drawer is where the razor, toothbrush, comb, and easy-mac go. Yeah, for some reason, they’ve taken to living together. 🙂

As to wall coverings, I really didn’t bring much with me to college. Nik brought a bunch, and as a result, most of the stuff up is his. But the thing that visitors seem to comment on most is the “Earth at Night” poster I got in the Nov. National Geographic. I used to subscribe, on my parents tab, and it’s quite interesting, but not enough to pay for it myself, so I stopped getting it this year.

One last picture. I took a bunch of pictures of the room, and stitched them together into a panorama. The Earth at night poster is right in the middle, and it came out kind of weird, as did the TV. I’m not sure how it will display, so here’s a link to it.

To the left of the door, you can see the sink. To the right, next to the fridge, you can just see the sheet, waiting until the linen exchange.

I originally had more here, but then Blogger had a duplicate post, and I deleted one. Apparently, I deleted the one that was longer. It was just rambling, anyway, about that I was posting it at 3 am, and had been working on it for an hour and a half. But now, I’m really going to bed. Even if the blog gets messed up, I’ll fix it in the morning.

[EDIT 2/13: Added the daylight picture.]

“A Night on the Strip”

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My second attempt at AudioBlogging. The RHA, (Res Hall Association) held a giant event, called “A Night on the Strip”. My post from there as I wait for people to cash in their chips for raffle tickets. For the record, I won … a dot.

That is, I still have the felt marker dot on my hand that signified that I had already gotten chips. As I mentioned on the audio portion, I lost all my chips, so all I had was the dot and three raffle tickets, that were not chosen.


The pictures will be posted soon, I just need to re-size them, and try my hand at a panorama.

Pictures

I remember seeing this on someone else’s blog, and I thought I’d try it here.

Tell me a few things you want to see pictures of, and I will post them. My desk, Franz Hall, my bike, my left shoe, whatever. In all honesty, I’m interested to see what (if aything) is requested.

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Yesterday seems to have been the day for my site ot hit it big with the search engines. I got 2 different hits on “Nathan Oliver” from google, and discovered that nathan oliver, even without quotes, is the number 10 page returned by Google, putting it on the first page. I also got 3 hits in my joke pages, including (strangely enough) two people searching on the exact text of the joke. I even got a hit on the search nathanoliver.com, which isn’t my address. Not quite sure how that happened. The last hit was a search for the name of one of the people I mentioned in the Track it Down piece.

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I hate laundry. I did 5 loads today. All my clothes fit into 3, and then I washed my sweatshirts in the 4th and my sheet and towels in the 5th. We actually have a linen exchange here, but the bath towels are too small, and they don’t have fitted sheets. If I don’t have a fitted sheet, I have to completely re-make the bed every other day or so, and that’s impractical for a loft.

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I’m not feeling particularly inspired today, so I’ll call that the entire post. I may do an Audioblog again, but I think I’ll need to think up some content. I can’tjust ramble on about it being my second test, and when speaking publicly, I need to develop a script to be coherent. Yes, I consider the phone to be public–I’m horrible at leaving a message unless I’ve planned ahead what the message will say. Anyone that’s gotten a clear message from me has had a hang-up as the caller just before.

But enough rambling….

Return of the (Drunken) Idiots

In about eight minutes, there will be an all hall, mandatory meeting. I can already hear Jake (my RA) hollering down the hall. I’m sure we’ll hear about this weekend. I’ll edit this post with details, and a scan from the campus newspaper when I get back.

The added part is below:

Villa has always been a proud hall. Our motto, translated from the Latin that is painted just inside the front door, is “Through these halls walk the proud men of Villa.” We’re simply the best on campus. We win all the inter-dorm competitions. We created and make up the entire drum squad, now such an integral part of the University that the President asked the squad to lead the parade across campus as part of his inauguration. Our bible study, called Stible Buddy, is the model for the other bible studies on campus. And we have the best fundraisers. We have the highest percentage of residents return to the hall every year, even more than Corrado, the newest dorm, which has showers that get warm, air conditioning, and doesn’t smell. The Man Auction raised over $17,000 this year. I saw an article in today’s paper that mentioned the top grossing fundraiser for another hall: $600!

In talking with other people about being from Villa, you might have to defend the all male atmosphere, or note that the residents weren’t really crazy, but it’s never been anything to be ashamed of to live in Villa. The hall staff used to brag that we had the fewest incident reports of any hall (2), and one of them was for when an RA accidentally cut his hand. Villa has always been a welcoming place. Many people from other dorms come over to hang out. I, and all residents always feel comfortable wandering the halls, talking to other residents, or just generally being here.

That all changed this weekend.

While I was out of town, at the retreat, a party was thrown in Villa, and was busted. Twice. Those throwing the party were in the wrong, and were figures of authority in the hall. The on Saturday, the second party was thrown, and many people holed up in their rooms and didn’t leave, because they feared getting in trouble if caught anywhere else in the dorm. Some people felt trapped in C wing because they did not want to pass through B wing, where the party was. Others left early for the Saturday night movie in BC Aud, and didn’t return until they were sure the party was over. I’m sure that many would-be visitors to the hall stayed away that night, too. Over 100 people checked into Villa in the span of an hour. This number of (drinking) people would certainly have reduced my feeling of security.

This feeling that one was not safe in their own homes, this was one of the worst things to come of the party. But worse, in the words of one person speaking to Fr. Pete, the Hall Director, “I was embarrassed to be a Villan.” I, too, am embarrassed to be part of the hall that threw the biggest party in memory.

The ones responsible for this are receiving their punishments. The RA who purchased the kegs has been dismissed from the University. He was a Senior, scheduled to graduate this spring. The student who hosted the party, the hall council president, has resigned his post, and faces his hearing late next week. Over 10 others received MIPs, and will be receiving their punishments. But not all who participated got what they deserve.

I think most people were affected by tonight’s plea to restore the Villa Pride, to restore the community and safety felt by all who enter this hall. But I fear that some will not hear the message. There are those for whom drinking is a normal activity. Many of their friends also drink. The Villa Pride and reputation may mean little to them, many are planning to live off campus next semester.

Please, do not look on the party, or the subsequent bust of the party, as a point of pride. It is not. As of now, people from other dorms feel welcome visiting, and do so frequently, as you all know. For at least this reason, We should collectively be ashamed of this weekend, and resolve not to let anything like it happen again. Do not host parties in the dorm. Do not attend parties in the dorm. If no one will attend a party, then none will be thrown here.

Let’s put this behind us.

Audiobloging, take 1

I discovered that I had a cell phone with free long distance, and that blogger offers free audioblogging. Just an intro, but this could be the start of something regular…

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EDIT: AudioBlogger stopped hosting the files, and I never did get around to downloading this one, so I guess it’s lost to eternity.

Drunken Idiots, Retreat!

THE RETREAT

I just got back from the retreat this afternoon. I had a good time, and talked with several of the people there. We stayed in on of those summer beach houses that the people rent out while they’re not using them. Nice place, it was big enough for the ten of us students who went. The adults (Ryan Hendricks, the Assistant Hall Director (AHD), Fr. Pete, the HD, Fr. Brad, the pastoral resident, and Tom, who is in his last year before becoming a priest came too, but slept in another rented house.

There were several talks, and some small group discussions, as well as general reflection periods. I’m not going to go too deep into the details, but the way they had it set up seemed to work well. There was enough free time to do stuff, too. Friday night, several of us walked down to the beach. Someone had brought a light-up frisbee, so we played frisbee in the dark. Well, not exactly dark, with the light from the city, but it was pretty dark. You could usually see the darkness created by a person, but if they moved to the wrong spot, so they appeared near a light source, they disappeared. It was fun, and then we ended up playing a game of 500. Some of us waded a bit, and then we all walked back up to the house. It was up a road, about 5 blocks from the beach. Jake had walked down the hill barefoot, and declared it not too bad, so as we had all taken off our shoes to keep the sand out, we all walked up barefoot. Turns out Jake’s feet are a bit tougher than most, as there were a few parts of the road that had some gravel that kinda hurt. The road, and the sand before it, was pretty cold, so I really couldn’t feel it that much.

I stayed up talking for a while that night, but I went to bed quite a bit earlier than I did last night. Saturday, there were sessions in the morning, and then we had the better part of the evening to ourselves. Drew, Korte, Luis, and I rode down to the main part of town (1/4 to 1/2 mile) with Ryan, who was driving Jake to go talk to his dad. (His dad is a contractor, and is working on a house very near to the retreat.) The four of us walked around town a bit, stopping at a boarding shop to browse, and then getting an ice cream cone. We walked/ played frisbee down the beach to the house. When we got back, Tom, Ryan, Fr. Brad and Andy were playing a game of “Settler of Catan”. I’d never seen the game before, but it’s really fun.

It’s a strategy game, and the board has several different types of spaces. The represent different types of land, that produce different resources. Each space as a number placed on it, and any player that owns a ‘settlement’ bordering a space that contains the number just rolled by the dice gets one ‘resource card’ of the appropriate type. For example, if I had 2 settlements bordering the clay fields, and the space had a 8 on it, every time an 8 was rolled, I would get two brick cards, one for each settlement. Resources were used to build more settlements, roads between them, and Cities (larger settlements). Whoever accumulated 10 ‘victory points’, wins the game. Settlements, cities, and a few other things counted towards the points. All in all a rather challenging game. The spaces are re-arranged every game, too, so you can’t just memorize the best locations to start out.

They were just starting their second game when I got there, and I watched to the end, where Tom won. I joined in the next game, and made a good showing, but Tom had his third victory. Later last night, the game was again played, and Tom again swept it. He’s really good with analyzing things–he says that he often plays risk with a friend in the seminary, and he’s never lost. Tom then went to the other house to go to sleep, helping Drew get started before he left. I watched that game, because I wanted to get in on the next round. The game ended going on over two hours (one hour is normal) and they finished around 3 in the morning. I’d long before given up on playing, but kept watching to see who won, certain that it had to end soon. By the end, Hendricks was helping Andy get whatever he needed just so the game would end. He was in a good position, except that he got blocked in, and then developed a bad trade relationship with the person who had a monopoly on the grain. HE may have been able to win, but it wasn’t worth it to him.

I called home and talked for an hour, but somehow, I didn’t tell them most of what I just wrote. I bet when they end up reading this, someone will complain that they learn more about me through my blog than they do in person. Such is life.

THE (DRUNKEN) IDIOTS

Teige W. came up on Saturday afternoon, he’d hosted a friend from his school overnight. He talked about the things that had happened Friday night. Between what he knew, and what I heard after I got back, it seems to have been quite a weekend here. Apparently, last year, during the hall retreat was the biggest amount of drinking in Villa. It actually makes sense, as the HD, AHD and some RA’s are gone. This year was no different.

Last weekend, we had a ‘Phantom Puker’, who puked all over the hall in A wing, down the stairs, and then on the carpet from the stairs to the door. It was not cleaned up, and discovered in the morning. Hendricks and a resident cleaned it up in the morning, but the stench was left, and an emergency steam cleaning had to be done. The fellow that cleaned it got called out, and gets double pay, so the cost of the cleanup was in the ‘hundreds of dollars’ according to the e-mail Fr. Pete sent out. As no one has come forward, there will likely be a hall fine to pay for the cleanup

Apparently, Public Safety (often called P-Safe) decided to check out Villa for drinking. I don’t know if it was related to the puker, the hall retreat, or something else, but they sealed off the dorm, blocking all the exits, and must have searched the dorm or something. I understand that the word of the party got out to the other 5 dorms, and something that big probably tipped of Public Safety.

The following night, last night, the procedure was repeated. This time, two keg were found in the dorms. From what I hear, there were kegs Friday night, but P-Safe missed them. The kickers–the kegs were in the Hall President’s room, and were purchased by an RA.

Not only were these people stupid enough to pull this off one night, but even after Public Safety sealed off the dorm, and managed to miss them, they kept them and had a party again the next night. I guess there was even a root beer social in the lounge, some say as camouflage for the party.

(I should note, that while the RA was over 21, the legal age, and the President may be, there seems to have been several (minor) residents at the parties. Not that having a keg is allowed in the dorms anyway, but these people were really trying to break as many rules/laws as possible!)

Seeing as the crackdown has become serious, chances are that UP will soon have two fewer students. The general consensus is that those in charge will make an example of them.

So that was what happened this weekend!

Busy, Busy, Busy

While we’re doing un-productive stuff in English, like learning how to use a the website to submit our essays (which takes all of 3 minutes) and reading a NY Times article about something related to the story we’re reading in class, I can’t help but think of all the things I still have to do.

I need to finish my Physics homework, get packed for the retreat, and take a shower. I’m in class until 12:20, then back to Physics at 2:40. It’s just lab, so I’m going to skip out early, because I need to be back in Villa at 3:45 so I can leave for the retreat. I’ll be gone all weekend.

Really, the only thing that’s a problem is that I didn’t finish my Physics last night. That threw off my plans.

Now off to the next class.

I started writing this post on Monday, now it’s Wednesday afternoon. No, I haven’t been writing the whole time…

I made a GoAway update the other day, for those of you who know what that means. If you don’t, no worries, chances are I don’t want you to.

Classes seem be going well. Physics and Calculus are definitely going to be harder this semester than last. Phys 2 is Electricity and Magnetism, which in itself is harder than traditional Newtonian physics, because you have experience with gravity and the normal force (what keeps you from falling through the floor), but not much experience in terms of electric particles. It’s just harder to wrap your head around. Plus, it’s a totally new concept to me. I hadn’t really learned any new concepts in Calc or Phys since I got here, although we did go into more depth, and I understood them better than I did in Physics, and with a proper math background. But now I’m on to new stuff, so it becomes a bit more difficult.

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I did my laundry on Tuesday. I hadn’t done it since I’d gotten back from break, and I was to the point where I had one clean pair of underwear, and no socks that I liked. I still had a pair of the footie type socks, which I wore today–they don’t keep your ankles very warm when you’re outside.

Speaking of which, the last few days, I would have believed you if you told me it was Spring. We even got to the 60s last week! Not bad for January. I bet we’ll get some more weather before spring.

We had an ice storm a week ago last Saturday. It kind of came on through the day. Some ice was there in the morning, and by the end of the day, there was probably half an inch of ice on most flat surfaces. Not really that much, but it’s enough to make things pretty slippery. Going up hills is the trickiest part.

The way the campus lays, to get from my dorm to the Commons, in a straight line, you have to go down a set of stairs, about 3 stories, and then back up the other side, because there’s a big gully between them. The physical plant is down there. Or you can go around Mehling, and then you still have a slope, but it’s only about a difference of one story. I walked to dinner, and thought that it would be a better option to take the stairs than to try and slide down the hill. It took about two stairs before I realized that I really needed the railing to keep my balance. I was able to get there with no major mishaps. The way back, I went the other way, down and up the hill. I was walking with Nik, at this point. We made it down the hill ok, as there was grass alongside the sidewalk, and it wasn’t ice coated. Coming back up, you just had to walk slowly, and I ended up holding Nik’s arm for the last bit, as he broke his collarbone over break, and really didn’t want to fall. I went back out to try and take some pictures, but my camera really is no good with night shots. I was trying to shoot how the light from the lamppost shone off the icicles on the trees, but my camera insisted that the light was too bright, and couldn’t get the icicles. I did get one shot of someone’s tire that turned out ok, though.

While I was out there, I saw that several people had taken trays from the cafeteria, and were sliding down the hill using them as sleds. That looked interesting enough, and then they decided to hold on to the person in front of them, as go toboggan style. Turned out pretty interesting, with several crashes. I tried to walk down the hill to take another picture, and discovered the only way to keep your footing while going downhill was to practically run, and then hope you didn’t slip on the way down–which I did, but nothing but a wet spot on my pants and a bruised ego. I went back in, and a few of us ended sitting near the fire in the Villa lounge, just watching the fire for a hour or two. A few people came in later, and were playing music, and the whole thing was actually not nearly as boring as it sounded.

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I’ve been working with the tech genius down the hall, Neil, to install Linux (Fedora) on my computer. I’ve long been hearing about how great it is, and figured that once I got my own computer, I’d try it out. So far, I’ve booted it twice, and figured out how to make the trackpad work. I’ll get into the system stuff later, I think. For now, I’m still using Windows as my primary OS. Anyone that has any cool Linux stuff that I need to do, or see, let me know.

Speaking of which, I got my e-mail set up properly, so I can now be contacted at nathan AT nathanoliver DOT net.

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I’d better get going If I’m going to make lunch!