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5th April 2008

20:07: 333 Days Ago
Just thought I'd provide that little helpful bit of information. It's the time that I last wrote in here. Since then, I have, among many other things:
Finished junior year
Traveled to Spain
Attended a career and living skills program for blindies
Went to Lake Powell with my family
Completed the immensely painful process of applying for college
Got accepted to eight of my nine colleges
Officially accepted my spot at Stanford
And, last, but certainly not least, ignored this journal.
Oh, I almost forgot "had my hard drive reformatted due to an issue for which no one could determine the cause." I shouldn't have forgotten that one, as it just happened this week.
Anyway, a couple of my friends have suddenly and unaccountably started updating (or, in one case, keeping) journals, so I thought I'd return to mine as well. Of course, it helped immensely that they were pestering me. Well, one of them was, anyway. Any guesses who? Hint: the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Anyway, right now, I'm sitting here waiting for my dinner. We have family in town for the weekend. My uncle is an air traffic controler, and he had to be in this area for some reason. He and my aunt decided to drop by our house for a couple days. I heard that my step brother Andy and his fiancée are supposed to be here also. If they've arrived, I don't know about it. Actually, I think last time I updated this my step brother wasn't engaged. Since that's been the case for quite a while, I can tell just how long it's been.
Anyway, when we have company, dinner gets pushed to an unreasonably late hour. Hopefully that hour won't be midnight, like it was one time. But you never can tell with these things.
Earlier today, I went to the bank and opened my first checking account. I tried to do that online a week ago or something, but it didn't work, so we had to go to a branch and do it there. Why offer online registration if it's not going to be accepted anyway?
After the bank trip, I sat around the house and did very little. Actually, I did do a little bit. Every day since I've gotten my computer back, I've found something new that I needed to reconfigure. Today it was my web browser, my podcatcher, the Flash plugin, and my time synchronization. Oh, and I installed Adobe Reader, and told it not to do the infernally obnoxious thing of opening itself in the browser.
Other than that, I listened to some files, some in actual audio, others in synthetic speech, and was generally unproductive.
I know, a fascinating day with which to reopen this journal. But what else was I supposed to do?
Well, I think I'll leave for now. This may mark the start of a new period of plentiful entries, or it may be an isolated incident. Time will tell.

8th May 2007

07:54: Wow
You have to wonder about people sometimes. There was a feature in the news this morning about people text messaging while driving their car. I find this notion so ridiculous that I had to write about it.
You're carening down the highway at sixty, sometimes seventy-five or eighty miles per hour, and you think you can read and write text messages on your cell phone? How much of an idiot do you have to be to do that? Apparently idiocy runs in high numbers judging from this story. On the other hand, that shouldn't be a surprise to anyone.

27th April 2007

04:48: The Web: The New Worldwide Conspiracy to Spread Lies
I am sick and tired of the schools endlessly rambling on about how the web is completely evil and anyone who publishes to it must be trying to tell you lies. They never say this, of course, but every time the web comes up, there's always someone in authority at the school who will tell you in a condescending tone about how anyone can publish anything to the web, and that you need to be careful about what you read there, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. It is true that anyone can say anything on the web, and once it's on the web, anyone can read it unless the author specifically ensures otherwise. However, the schools' dire warnings are at best over-stated, and at worst completely insulting to the students who receive them. The message beneath these comments is that students are so dumb that they will assume that anything they read anywhere is completely true. The trouble is that there are a great number of students who do lack the small amount of common sense required to evaluate something they read for themselves. Surely the fact that schools do everything in their power to discourage the use of common sense has absolutely nothing to do with this. Common sense would tell us, for instance, that there are a number of things that are expected of students in school that are completely useless. The school doesn't want its students figuring this out (though even the ones who do lack common sense usually do), so common sense needs to be completely thrown out the window. This means that the school cannot allow itself to use common sense either. Instead, the school has to spread "internet-is-evil" propaganda.

Despite the school's best efforts, I have retained some of my reasoning ability, and I am going to use it to show just what is wrong with the school's arguments about the web. First, I will admit that there are some individuals who devote themselves to deliberately telling people lies on personal web sites. However, this number is probably a very small one, as most people have better things to do. Moreover, the likelihood is that if you search for something on Google, you're going to come across larger organizations who are (theoretically) obligated to check their facts because of their well-publicized nature. Let's try an example. Let's perform a Google search on McCarthyism, the topic of the assignment that led me to this rant. My search, by the way, was conducted at 5:47 on April 27.

The first two results are from Wikipedia, which I'll come to in a minute. Next we have results from Spartacus, an educational site in the UK. I can't seem to find a mission statement at Spartacus, nor anyone who says anything about the educational site. However, looking at the domain, we see spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk. At schoolnet.co.uk, we see this statement:

SchoolNet
is a collection of services that has been set up, by Easynet Ltd,
to allow schools to offer pupils hands on experience of Internet technology
in a group learning environment. Schools have unlimited space to publish
their own publicity and information on the World Wide Web. These pages
can be seen in the
Schools Online
section to the left. This enables schools to use the Internet to
communicate with current and future parents and pupils who are now,
or soon will be, online at home. Pupils are able to use information
sources from around the world to gather research for projects. They
will also be able to communicate with other schools locally, nationally,
and internationally, both through email and their own web sites.


Of course, this is what the organization claims to be. Still, if we are to be as paranoid as my school would like us to be, we should probably presume that actually this isn't what this organization really is at all. In fact, we should probably assume that this website was published by someone sitting at a computer in a bedroom somewhere. There is mension of the company name Easynet Ltd. If we are to be prudent web readers, we should probably check with whatever British organization is responsible for incorporating companies, and make sure that Easynet Ltd is actually a legal company. Of course, even if this is a company, maybe it has some agenda of its own that we're unaware of. You can never be too careful, you know? I mean, this is a web site we're talking about.

Back on the Google search page, the next result we find is from PBS. Now, there can be no question that this really is PBS we're dealing with, because on the PBS TV stations, they always announce the website as www.pbs.org, and of course any other medium except the web is completely true and accurate. Actually, maybe we should place some doubt in PBS, because they dared to claim otherwise. So yeah, PBS is definitely part of the lying conspiracy.

The next thing we find is from Al Filreis, the Kelly Professor of English at the University of Pennsylvania (among other titles that you can look up for yourself if you'd like). Now, of course, we have to understand something: this is the web site of the University of Pennsylvania. Anything distributed in any other medium by the university is absolutely true, because it's another medium. However, since this is a web site, we should probably assume that this is false. Can we really be sure that this web site actually belongs to the University of Pennsylvania, anyway? I'm sure there are no laws about claiming to be who you're not, are there? (Actually, I don't know of any, but I would expect any civilized country to have them.) Assuming that this site really does belong to the University of Pennsylvania, Prof. Filreis does not have any relation to the history department, or so it would seem. So, we should probably assume that this university professor has no idea what he's talking about. Actually, forget what department he's from! Prof. Filreis is a university professor! To assume that what a university professor says is true is a logical fallacy, specifically an appeal to authority, so we should immediately assume that whatever this guy says is completely false.

I'm skipping over the next result, because it's not extremely relevant for a history research paper. It is entitled "modern american poetry about mccarthyism."

The next result (supposedly) comes to us from the Dwight D. Eisenhower Presidential Library' (seemingly) maintained by the University of Texas. I don't even know how to respond to this one. I guess the only thing I can say is pay attention to the parenthetical words in the first sentence of this paragraph. They tell you all you need to know.

I'm not sure what the next result is supposed to be, but it doesn't seem that it would be very useful for a history research paper.

The next result comes to us from a site called Third World Traveler. The top of their home page reads as follows:

THIRD WORLD TRAVELER puts up articles and book excerpts
that offer an alternative view to the U.S. mainstream media
about the state of American democracy, media, and foreign policy,
and about the impact of the actions
of the United States government, transnational corporations, international financial
institutions, and the corporate media,
on democracy, social and economic justice, human rights, and war and peace,
in the Third World.


Now here the situation is slightly different. This site's purpose, as it said, is to provide an alternative viewpoint. So, the person with the average amount of common sense should realize that there might be some sort of bias here. There also might not be. We shouldn't completely dismiss this site as useless, but we should keep in mind who is writing this, and whom they are writing to. (That would be "to whom they are writing" if you're a prescriptivist.) On the other hand, this site supports the idea that "The news and truth are not the same thing." (The site attributes this quotation to Walter Lippmann.) Of course they are the same thing! How dare anyone question the absolute truth and reliability of our mainstream media?

I think I've made my point, but I promised I would talk about Wikipedia, so I will. Wikipedia, of course, is an open encyclopedia. Anyone can edit Wikipedia articles, which is both the beauty and the danger of Wikipedia. People make the claim that since anyone can edit, anyone can say anything on Wikipedia. This isn't entirely true. Sure, it is unbelievably easy to edit an article, but just because an edit is made, it doesn't mean that it will stay made. Wikipedia has a set of policies and guidelines, and a large base of people determined to make sure that those guidelines are followed. Now, it is difficult to maintain control over all 1,757,467 of the articles on this site, especially because I'm sure that that number keeps getting larger. However, the from what I've seen, they've managed it pretty well. At the very least, where there is a doubt, that doubt is always expressed at the top of the article. Whether it's the fact that the article did not cite all of its sources, or that the neutrality of an article is disputed, or even that the article needs to be cleaned up, there's always a note about it at the top of the article. Thus, although Wikipedia should never be the soul source for research, it could certainly be used as a good starting point, especially because it usually lists sources of its own, which you can then proceed to read for yourself if you choose.

Many are probably wondering what prompted me to have this discussion. This entry was written in response to a history assignment. It is a sort of final research paper, in which we are given a number of topics to choose from, and then, once we choose a topic, we must research and write about the topic. One of the guidelines was that on no account could we use a web site as a source. Now, actually, this isn't true. There are online databases set up by various local libraries and such that we are allowed to find sources from. However, searching on Google, no matter how prudent the searcher, is not an option. I am at a loss to understand this; I can only assume that it is a result of the paranoid prudence that is the school's position on the Internet. The web, just like any other medium, is not infallible. Just like all media, web sites might contain accidental errors; also like the media, the web might sometimes be used to deliberately deceive people. However, it's time for the schools to accept that the web has become a veritable medium, full of useful information. All that is required to differentiate the useful information from the inaccurate or deceiptful, just like with any other medium, is a bit of common sense.

14th March 2007

16:26: Where is School Getting Me?
Every day that I go to this fascist institution of so-called learning, I am driven a little bit closer to utter insanity! I am missing two days of school for a choir event. No big deal, right? I just have to make up the work when I get back. It might mean a bit of extra effort on my part, but it's nothing I can't deal with. That's what I thought, anyway. Unfortunately, I have this state-wide test, which they only decided to tell me about yesterday, and tomorrow and the day after are supposed to be the only days I can take it. Now, it turns out that this isn't actually true, and that they'll let me take the test on Monday. I think, though, that it would have been very much less idiotic of whomever is administering this test to not plan the make-up date only a day after the scheduled test date. Furthermore, I think it would have been wise on the part of the administrators to give the students some notice, so that if there was a problem, the problem could have been solved, you know, more than fifteen hours before the test is supposed to be given. Am I a complete fool for thinking these things? I surely can't be the only person to whom this has occurred.
So, as I said, the test has been taken care of. Unfortunately, I also have two projects for the same class due within the next week. I can see the point of neither of these projects, but when you're in any kind of fascist institution, you don't disagree with the dictators or their minions unless you want to pay the consequences. So I'm going to waste a bunch of effort on these completely useless projects that will teach me absolutely nothing, except, perhaps that school really needs to teach its students things that they will actually use OUTSIDE of school (in case this needs clarification, that means outside of college, too). Oh wait, I've known that for years! I seem to be the only one who thinks so, and yet no one can tell me why I'm expected to learn half of the crap that I learn in school. "Oh, you're going to need to use this in college, so you need to know it." And why, may I ask, do I need to use it in college? "Just shut your mouth and do your work, or you'll get a zero on this assignment, and maybe half credit on a few other ones, just because I feel like it!" Yes, dear leader. I understand. It won't happen again.

28th December 2006

16:15: Vacuum Cleaners Are Obnoxious!
I'm not even the one who has to do the vacuuming either. I think that anyone who invented a vacuum cleaner that was silent, or at least exceedingly quieter than the ones we have today, would become insanely rich.

24th December 2006

06:48: Wailcum to Lowavvle
I am officially annoyed at this laptop as I begin to REWRITE this entry. This laptop has back and forward buttons built into it, I guess for the lazy who thing that alt-left and alt-right are just too difficult to handle. These buttons are on either side of the up arrow, which means that one badly placed keystroke while editing can take you to the previous page. This is what happened, and so I'm now forced to rewrite this entry form scratch. There wasn't much to it, but that doesn't mean it's not annoying.
Basically, what I said in my previous entry was that I'm in Louisville for the holidays, as I was last year, and that we arrived here last night. I noted that we flew into Indianapolis and then had to make the drive to Louisville, but that this was better than having to make flight connections, and that the Louisville airport was particularly inefficient, even among other airports. I also commented on our rental van, which has the automatic sliding doors. I made it clear that I found the automatic doors pointless, because it takes three times as long for the mechanism to open or close the door as it would to just close the door yourself.
That wasn't really worth retyping, I suppose, but I've retyped it anyway. If it deletes again, I won't bother retyping for a third time. Anyway, it seems that we're about to have breakfast, so I will leave you now.

13th December 2006

15:40: The New Definition for School
When the next editions of the major dictionaries are released, they will have a definition of school that reads something like this:
School: N. A totalitarian institution designed to limit knowledge or the desire of knowledge by controling information, and only allowing access to the information if those who seek it are willing to put in hours and hours of useless busywork. Aptitude in schools is not measured by the acquiring of the knowledge, but by the willingness of those who acquire the knowledge to put the knowledge they learn to use in such a way that they cannot benefit from it at all.
That second sentence was bad, but you get the meaning well enough.

13th October 2006

18:04: test
Hello. I, like half of my friends page, am writing this entry using LJ Talk. Well, act ually, my friends page isn't writing anything, but half of its population has been making posts using this new technology, or maybe it should be this old technology ported to a new place, since Jabber and IM bots have beth been around for quite some time. And, if we really need to get that precise. it's not really half my friends page either, since only four people have made posts. Oops, I started that sentence with "and," which is supposed to be illegal. Too bad. It's been done, and I won't fix it now.
Instead, we'll start a new line, as I have just done. The client I'm using, by the way, is called Exodus. It works fairly well, though for some annoying reason, you can't seem to tab around the message window, so I've been using the mouse pointer to read incoming messages. I wish I didn't have to do that, but what other choice do I have? Not much of one, at least not as far as I've managed to work out. Maybe someone else using this client knows of a way that I can bring keyboard focus to the conversation part of the window. Otherwise, I'll just have to stick to using the mouse pointer. Anyway, I think I've said enough for now. I'll be back, well, some other time. Bye.

31st July 2006

20:24: Rounded Street Corners
I challenge someone, anyone, to give me a PRACTICAL reason for the existence of rounded street corners. Pay close attention to the word "PRACTICAL", because it disqualifies reasons like enhancing the appearence of a neighborhood.

15th July 2006

15:00: What's this subject box for?
I just found out that, instead of spending the afternoon at a mall, I've been given the rest of the day off, except for the usual feeding, watering, and relieving times. You know, I really wanted to go to the mall. I would really have enjoyed walking around into random shops, none of which would have had anything I wanted to buy. Oh well, I guess I'll have to just stay here and put up with my free time instead. Wretched, isn't it?
Current Mood: Completely distrought

13th July 2006

20:39: Pointless Household Chores
There are some things around the house that, although no one enjoys doing them, just need to be done. We all know the reasons for these chores, even though few people would admit it unless they want their children to do more work than them. There are, however, some chores around the house that are quite perplexing. No one ever thinks to ask why we bother them, because most people have been raised to believe that one is not a decent person unless one can perform these tasks. Well, I am now about to break this chain of accepting the rules just because they're the rules. I am very unlikely to do something unless I can understand the reasons behind it. I have one particular example of a completely pointless chore. This chore is, perhaps, the most time-wasting chore, because it will get undone almost immediately, and there are no negative consequences to not having it done. This chore is making one's bed. Can someone please give me real advantages to making one's bed? Things like appearing to be a neater person don't count.
A "properly-made bed" is one where the comforter and top bedsheet are pulled up to the top of the bed. The pillow or pillows are then sitting on top of the comforter. When peopel go to bed at night, though, they normally sleep beneath the comforter and top sheet. So, in order to get in to bed at night, a person must completely unmake, within seconds, the carefully made bed that that person or someone else has endeavored to make. So why, any person with so-called common sense should ask, do we bother making our beds in the first place? Thing is, I'm one of the few people I know who has ever asked this question, and even before this question was raised, it was pointed out to me that "common sense" isn't actually very common. I guess this is just another proof of that. Let's see how common "common snese" is among my readers. What was I attempting to do before I began writing this entry?

6th July 2006

12:09: I've decided not to write a relevant subject line.
Hello. I just thought I'd give you a very brief update on what's been happening. Well, as you may or may not know, I now have my guide dog. His name is Esquire, and he's a black lab. He weighs about seventy-six pounds. According to one of the instructors, he has red highlights in his fur.
This dog is very calm, and very good at his work. We worked down town today, and he only got distracted a couple of times. So yea for that. I haven't got a lot of time to write now, because I need to go to lunch fairly soon, and I like to walk over there a bit early. So good-bye.

3rd July 2006

12:01: 1129 kbps down, 318 kbps up
That's the result of a pcpitstop speedtest on this wireless connection at GDB. That's ablut the same as I get at home, so that's good. Anyway, as if you haven't figured it out by now, since I just about told you, I'm now at GDB. I'm more specifically in my dorm room, and we have about half an hour before lunch.
I arrived at GDB at about 2:15 yesterday, whereupon we sat for about forty-five minutes waiting to be let in. This was a surprise to me, because they told us to arrive between 2:00 and 4:00. I think it quite sensible that, when told to arrive somewhere at a certain time, there should be some anticipation that you might, in fact, arrive at that time. But never mind that. Yesterday was mostly spent getting acquainted with the surroundings. We did have a lecture last night after dinner, where we were told about the code of conduct and such. Dinner last night, in case you're interested, was prime rib, among other things. I mostly ate prime rib, though I did eat a small amount of baked potato. I've decided that I'm not fond of baked potato, but that I will eat it if I'm hungry.
This morning, we got up, and had breakfast. Who'd have guessed that? Anyway, for breakfast, I had a bowl of chereos, and scrambled eggs, a hashbrown, and two pieces of toast. Then we started our training. We worked on obedience today. We were taught the "sit" and "heel" commands, as well as how to give corrections. We did this initially using the "Juno rug," which is a rolled up dog fliece with a collar on it. Then we practiced with a few real dogs. These dogs have not completed their training, and are not in the pool of dogs that we might receive. I worked with two dogs, Brando and Prestwick. Brando seemed fairly calm. When heeling, he liked to forge ahead a bit, in other words, he would try to walk faster than I. However, he only did this a few times. Prestwick, on the other hand, was constantly walking ahead. He always responded to corrections though, if only for a few seconds. After I worked with each dog, I bent down to pet them. They were both highly pleased about this, and began licking my face insanely. So that was amusing. We were allowed on break for a while after that, and only now was I able to connect to the Internet. I might have been on some last night, but no one knew the network key. I was able to get it today, though, so that's good. That's about all for now. Bye.

26th June 2006

13:30: I'm 6000 Days Old
That's right. As of about ten minutes ago, I have officially been alive for six thousand days. You might be wondering how it feels to be six thousand days old. Well, actually, the probability of that is very small, but I'm going to tell you anyway. It's not all that different from being five thousand nine hundred ninety-nine days old, and that wasn't much different from being five thousand nine hundred ninety-eight days old, which ... well, you get the point.
Probably something you really are wondering is just how, and indeed why, I know that I'm six thousand days old. Well, about two years ago, I got bored, and decided to see how old I was in days. I have no idea how old I actually was, but it was sometime between five and six thousand days. I then decided to see what dates all my thousand-day ages fell and will fall up to ten thousand days. I have them all written down somewhere, but I'm not going to put them in here, because I would have to go and open the file on my BrailleNote and read them. However, I noticed that my closest one was June the twenty-sixth of this year. So I've known that I would be six thousand days old today for a couple of years now. And now all my faithful readers (assuming I have any of those) get to know that today, six thousand days have elapsed since I was born.
So, now that I've confirmed many of you in the view that I'm completely insane, I can move on to other things. I've been out of school for almost two weeks, and I don't have to go back until the end of August. That sounds far away right now, but I know that it'll only be a matter of time before I'm walking back into a classroom on the first day of school. For now, though, I'll just enjoy the fact that that won't happen for two months or so.
Last week, we had company in town, namely my aunt Kelly and uncle Adam, and my cousins Amanda, Rachel, and Noah. We all went to the lake last week, where we did all of the usual lake stuff. I've been home since Thursday.
I had an orthodontist appointment today, where the orthodontist approved of my swallowing technique (see the previous entry if you don't know what I'm talking about). He also said that I only have to wear my retainer at night, which is good. Before, I was in theory supposed to wear it all day. That isn't what ended up happening, but my orthodontist doesn't need to know that. Actually, for the past week or so, I've been very good about my retainer, since I knew I had an appointment coming up. Now I can slack off on the retainer for two months or so if I want. I probably won't do that, but I've been known to skip a week or two here and there when I have long gaps between ortho appointments. I've similarly been known to skip a month or two between LiveJournal updates, and I'm leaving now, so don't be surprised if you don't hear from me here for a while. Bye.

26th April 2006

16:30: Swallow!
Did you know that your swallowing method can affect your orthodontic condition? I certainly didn't but I do now. I had an orthodontist appointment today, where they were supposed to do something to my retainer, only they didn't, because I have to learn how to swallow without pushing my tongue against my bottom teeth. It's a shame I don't keep an agenda, because if I did, I would have reason to write "practice swallowing" in it. As it is, I have to think about my swallowing technique every time I need to swallow. I just thought I'd write that in here, because it strikes me as amusing, and because people have been complaining about my lack of updates. Well, I say people, but actually it's more like a certain person who shall remain nameless not for the protection of identity, but because it seems pointless to name this person. I don't have anything else to say, so I'll go and ponder the method by which swallowing and orthodontic perfection, or at least tollerability, can coexist. Bye.

11th March 2006

12:51: What's Wrong with our Time System?
Quite a lot, as it turns out. Before I continue, I should warn you that this entry will contain information about which you will most likely not care, but I've decided to write it anyway. Read at your own risk.
A while ago, I had my talking clock tell me that it was 12:41 PM. So what's wrong with that? Well, PM stands for "post meridiem," which means roughly "after noon." This means that 12:41 PM should be interpreted as twelve hours and forty-one minutes after noon. However, in reality, only forty-one minutes had actually passed between noon and when I checked the time. This means that technically, 12:41 PM should actually be called 0:41 PM. Once it reaches 1:00, everything's fine again. However, the problem doesn't stop here.
Imagine that I had checked the time an hour earlier. I would have been told that it was 11:41 AM. AM means "ante meridiem," or before noon. The problem is that there were only nineteen minutes before noon, and not eleven hours and forty-one minutes. This means that I should have been told that it was 0:19 AM. If I were to check the time a minute later, I should have heard 0:18 AM. If I were to watch seconds tick by on, say, my BrailleNote's clock, starting exactly nineteen minutes before noon, I should expect to see things like 0:19:00 AM, 0:18:59 AM, 0:18:58 AM, and so on. Obviously, unless I was somehow able to move through time in the reverse direction as my BrailleNote, this would not happen. So what does this mean? Basically, it means that the whole twelve-hour time system is broken, and should be scrapped immediately. This probably won't happen, and in fact I don't really care whether it happons or not. I just thought I'd share this information with everyone on the off chance that there was someone who might be remotely interested. I'll be quiet now, before I scare anyone even more than I already have.

5th March 2006

06:38: Subject? Who Needs One of Those Anyway?
Hi. I'm updating for the two reasons that follow: I am capable of updating, and I have little to nothing else to do at this time. Incidentally, little to nothing is also how much I have to say at this time, but I think that for the purposes of the continuation of this entry and/or my and/or anyone else's sanity, we'll have to ignore that fact. So, what can I possibly say here? Well, for those who don't know, my room was supposed to be dismantled yesterday. We're getting new carpet this week, and I have a desk that is attached to the wall, so that will have to be taken away eventually. I thought that this would happen yesterday, and that as a result streaming would be a very interesting challenge, but it turned out that they decided not to take my room apart until a later time. I'm not sure when this time will be, and it's possible that I still might find it necessary to concoct a new streaming setup should the dismantling actually occur, but for now we'll assume that it is not necessary. What am I talking about anyway, and why am I talking about it?
Well, in other news, though it too relates to streaming, Deraitland Radio is actually taking place in its normal time this week. Caitlin has decided that she will actually turn up this week. Wonder if it's a new trend or if she just couldn't find any way out of doing a show this week, and will be returning to her traditional role of absent cohost next week. Well, actually, it's more than likely that she will be the "absent cohost," even though she'll be a part of the show. (Insert laugh track here. ... Well, maybe not.)
Now what? Let's think, what's supposed to happen this week? Oh, I get to make up my lovely math test on logarithms and exponents, which as I'm sure you all know, I missed on Friday because of my IEP. We're watching a movie all week in English, except for the day we have the performing arts assembly, where we get to skip English altogether. I think the most work I'll have to do is in history, where we have our World War II project. However, since this project is a Powerpoint presentation, and one consisting only of images, I really can't do much there either. I do, however, have some extra research to do, and maybe I should do that, but we have over twenty-four hours until history. In fact, we have something like twenty-six hours. That's 93600 seconds. So I'm not going to worry about that yet. Right, I think I'm leaving now, because I don't have much else to say at the moment. I'll return sometime between now and the end of the universe. Bye.

20th February 2006

12:39: I would just like to say that turning right in a vehicle on any road should be banned, and immediately. Thank you.

24th January 2006

06:16: Fine, Have a Bloody Update Then!
Hi. I'm here updating because I can be, and it might make certain people stop badgering me for maybe a couple of seconds. I am now sixteen, and have been for almost three days. It won't really have been three days until 12:20 this afternoon. Of course, normally, this time of one's life in the United States would be the time when one would apply for one's driver's license. My parents, however, have decided not to give me a car. I wonder why that could be. Actually, Kevin, my stepdad, had been saying that he would get me a Range Rover for my birthday, so as a joke, they got me a little toy one. I did, however, get some other presents. I got $100 in total for birthday money, and I also got a nice set of Bose computer speakers. So yea for that. Well, now that's all said and done, you can have a really scary file that I wrote at random times, and have only now bothered to post here.

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Well, there you go. I hope some of you will still see fit to speak to me after that. Unfortunately, I have to stop speaking to all of you right now, because I have to go get ready for school, so I can take my history and chemistry finals. Bye for now.

29th October 2005

06:30: A Long Awaited Update ... or Perhaps Not
Well, statistical evidence shows that this update is only long awaited by one person, and as this wasn't originally part of my agreement with Caitlin, there's really no reason to write it. However, there's not much to do, so I'll update anyway.
So, this week, as I'm sure you all know from Caitlin's journal, was the dinner show for our high school chorus. Also this week for me is a clinician with a composer named Eric Whitacre. I say "is" because that bit hasn't ended. First, I'll talk a bit about the dinner show, Well, not about the show itself, because I'm not really into the whole "Let's tear the concert to pieces and rate each on a scale from one to one million" thing, but about after the show on Thursday evening. I will say that the prformances from our choir went fairly well, though as could have been predicted, I broke some choreography, and I have reason to believe that there was some that I wasn't even taught, but that's all over now. As for the other choirs, it's impossible to say how they did, because we have no way of watching the prformance. Anyway, now for after the show on Thursday night.
Mr. A wanted all of Concert Choir to help take things down for the first little while, and then the actual takedown crew would put things away at the school. My section was assigned to carry out tables. So, what do you think I did? I helped Joe carry tables. Actually, later I carried bits of the shell and stuff, but the table one is the most significant because of the entertainment it must have provided. The table was folded, and Joe was on one end pushing the table, and I was on the other walking backwards. Whenever we had to turn a corner we would have to stop and reorient the table and me so that neither would hit anything. So that was fun. I ended up getting marked off or takedown crew as well, because Anthony, whom I was carpooling with, was on the takedown crew, and I figured I might as well provide what limited help I could. So now I have extra credit. Yea for me or something?
Anyway, that was the dinner show. Wasn't that fascinating? No? Oh well.
Yesterday we had the first rehearsal for the Eric Whitacre festival. We didn't actually work with Eric Whitacer yesterday, though, but instead worked with a director from one of the schools. Anyway, rehearsal went well, though I don't think it would have been nearly as successful if Anthony C hadn't been working on the music with me for something like a week preceeding. This is especially the case because the way the parts fit together is far from straightforward. Anyway, it went well, and I ran into some people I knew. I thought this might happen, because there were some high schools going that I knew had students from CCCC. I ended up running into two people: Ben W, who I had two solos with on two consecutive concerts, and Annika B, who I met through Ben. Both now go to the same high school, although this was not previously the case. I hadn't talked to Ben in a few months, and at first when he asked me to guess who he was, I didn't know, and responded with "someone." This wasn't because I hadn't talked to him in a few months, but because of the amount his voice had changed in that time. So yea or something. Anyway, in about ten minutes, I'll be getting ready to leave for the second rehearsal of the festival, where we'll be working with Eric Whitacre and preparing for the concert tonight. I think that's all I'll discuss for now. I'll post this and see how many complaints Caitlin has about it. Bye for now.

7th September 2005

15:49: This Will Probably Be Boring, But
Hi. I'm sitting at my computer, and I'm updating, which is something I haven't done in a long time. So beep or something. So, what have I been doing lately? Well, I guess the most noticeable thing that's happened lately is that I'm back in school. So yeah. I could bore you with details of exactly what I'm doing in each class, but right now I don't feel like it. I'm making a general update of things so that I can start boring you with those details at a later date, should I so desire. I probably won't so desire, but whatever. Am I even making sense anymore? I doubt it some how, but whatever. Anyway, apart from school, I went to the lake last weekend and did things, including tubing, and continuing to learn to water ski. I did a bit better this week. I finally managed to get up and stay up, though my time actually standing was still somewhat shortlived. So whatever. There was no stream, Deraitland or Derek C, because I was at the lake, and streaming from a dial-up connection would be very bad for the world, and in any case, I don't have a microphone there. I just found out that there won't be a stream this week either, because I'm going to visit my dad. The only exception will be if we stream at some other time instead, but that generally doesn't work out whenever we try to arrange that. So beep. I think that's about all I have to say. Oh, wait, I have a few more things to say. Does anyone know how to combine two or more mp3PRO files into one while still maintaining the mp3PRO format? Opening mp3PROs in Sound Forge is bad for the world, because you just get the plain MP3 portion. Well, that's the case with Audio Studio, anyway. Maybe the full version, and/or version eight fixes this, but I have neither of those.
Finally, this may be something with only my computer, but did you know that if you have a control-alt hotkey in an ap that conflicts with a Windows shortcut, you can press control-alt, and then hit the opposite alt key and the keystroke will get passed through? I discovered that recently. It doesn't have any significance to anything else, I know, but I thought I'd put it here anyway. So now I'm really leaving. Bye.

20th August 2005

17:58: A Message for Derek
Derek, this is Caitlin. I have hijacked your journal, because I've decided that someone needs to take charge. I'm tired of reading your increasingly boring entries. I expect better of you. Your journal is supposed to be full of amusing sarcasm, and as this hasn't happened, I have decided to leave thsi, I mean this, message in yoru -- uh, your journal. You'd better shape up, do you understand me?
Oh, I've got another complaint while I'm here. I am very loyal to my journal. I make sure to update it once a day, and if I haven't written at least twenty-five pages, I consider it a failure, and force myself to do severe penance. You, on the other hand, are quite a different matter. Your readers are lucky if you even update once a week, or even once every three weeks. What's more, when you do update, your updates are only something like three pages at the most, and usually considerably less. Again, I expect better of you.
Well, I had so many complaints when I started this entry, but I can't seem to remember any of them. I guess I'll leave for now.
Oh, I almost forgot. I will be changing the password to your journal to something that you'll never guess. If you do want to post something to your journal, you will have to give it to me. If I do not feel that the entry that you present me is up to the standard that I expect from you, I will simply not post it. If you don't want to post, I will pester you endlessly until you post. The longer you put it off, the more incessant my demands will become until you will not have a single moment to think of anything but your journal. This will, of course, be stopped temporarily once you manage to write a post of suitable length and quantity. However, if you fail to write another post within twelve hours of your most current post, the process will start all over again. Well, I think that really is all, at least for now. I'll talk to you very shortly, I don't doubt, and I think I know what the topic will be. Until then, good-bye.
Yours Sincerely,
Caitlin H
P.S. How many of my readers would have fallen for this if I hadn't written this post script?

13th August 2005

18:46: Dial-Up Is the Lose
I thought now would be a good time to update, as this song could be playing for a while. Well, the past two days have been fun. The highlight of course, has been boating and everything that entails, including tubing, wakeboarding for those who are talented enough, and in the case of today, me attempting to water-ski. That was interesting. I actually was doing better than I was the last time this was tried two years ago. Still, I think my record for staying up was something like five seconds. So, that was boating. Now I'm listening to Blart Radio through the broadband server, where it breaks up an average of once every 1.5 seconds. Why would I do such a thing? Well, the dial-up server has gone crazy, because even though Steve says it's encoding, it's still broken. Oh, did I mention that it randomly jumps about two minutes every so often? It's a good thing that I don't have impatience for this type of thing. I'm generally not the most patient person in the world, but while listening to a breaking up stream might drive some people crazy, it doesn't seem to faze me much. So beep or something. By the way, the song in my current music is long over, but I'm going to keep it like that anyway. Right, I think I'll successfully go away now, because it's hard to write and listen to Blart Radio at the same time. So bye.

11th August 2005

15:05: One Month, Twelve Days
For lack of a better subject, I thought I'd inform you, in case you didn't know and actually wanted to, that that is the length of time that has passed since I wrote an entry that even gave the slightest bit of information. I really can't be bothered to tell you everything I've done over that time fully, so I hope a short description will do.
Well, I went to Iowa as you know. The weekend after I got back, we went to the lake. About a week after that, I went to my dad's house for ten days. Two days after I got back, I went to Tahoe with Joe for a few days. Now, a week later, I'm at the lake, and it's sweltering hot in here. We have the AC on, but as we just got here, it hasn't had much time to improve the temperature situation. So, what will I be doing here? Well, who knows? I would imagine that I'll be doing the usual lake stuff, you know boating and things of that nature. Other than that, I've really no idea. I brought my minidisc recorder with me, so I may record stuff with that, but there's really only so much that can be recorded. So beep. Anyway, I think I'll go now. I may write sometime this weekend.

9th July 2005

19:28: A Question for My Readers
I wonder if anyone can possibly tell me any good things about storms. The fact that they serve as good recording material doesn't count. See my current music if you want to know why I'm asking this bizarre question.
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