Notes from the Battle Front

I finally had a few spare moments to clean up my computer a bit. It's been a couple years since I've really had the time to do a complete reorg. I've needed this for a while. I didn't finish the reorg, just cleaned up some of the cruftier corners, but still it's nice. I noticed long ago that the organization of my computer has a direct link to how organized my life feels, and hence my happiness. As far as OCD goes, it's a simple enough burden and frees me from worrying about so many other things. Unfortunately, the main impetus behind the organizing is so I can get a nice clean fresh backup. My battery's been going on the fritz and I blame the manufacturer. Might be some other power issues too. In any case, xenobia's still under warrantee, but in the event I need to use those backups, I'd rather have them be nice and pretty.

Taxes are done. Note to self: never be self-employed. Or a farmer.

I'll be attending Johns Hopkins in the fall. I've talked myself out of that pesky CS PhD again, which makes things easier. I'll have to check to see if I can apply my excess CS credits to the cog.sci PhD if I end up going for that over linguistics (which depends mainly on the school I go to, e.g. at JHU cog.sci subsumes linguistics).

Still no word from Seoul.

Classes are good this term. Much nicer than last, even if one does have a fucktonne of work. Note to self: if you've never needed programs to randomly partition and shuffle files before, you've obviously never created training sets for machine learning.

It's time to try to break the coffeeine addiction again. Boozeohol might be the key.

The light of my life is getting depressed again. I feel bad because I don't know what to do about it, how to help. Being all too familiar with depression, I know what doesn't work, but that doesn't help to know what does and the only things I know require being in person. It doesn't help that I've been stumbling up and down over my own for the last year or so from the look of my posts. Back in days of yore, she was the one who helped me through so much but whenever she needed help she would run away and hide. But how can you help someone who doesn't want it, how can you take away the barbs and scars of history, of others' failings, or a world cruel and harsh and unforgiving?

Now, back into the fold. I'll try to send a missive next we meet civilization.