Greetings.

I am pleased to say that for the past month, I have done, essentially, nothing. The final examination for my fall classes came and went, in as disappointing a fashion as possible. With the passing of another four months and ten thousand dollars, I know no more about statistical thermodynamics or the harmonic motion, which is a shame. So, since my Thermal Physics final on Friday, I've been wearing the Hat of Shame which is, of course, made of lead and very pointy. I don't mind it so much, except for when I walk through open doors and the tip of the Hat lodges in the door-frame. I spent most of Saturday like that.

I've had quite a bit to write about, like the election of the gyro man to Ames City Council, the curse of "Hey Ya!", the goddamned parallel-axis theorem of mass moments of inertia. Oh, and this guy.

I just haven't done much of anything at all. My net productivity for the past thirty days:

• Twelve hours' worth of electrical engineering lab reports. I didn't learn much from those, except that secret to success in the scientific arena is unmitigated plagiarism. (For the record, I plagiarized nothing. This is why I now must wear the hat of shame.)


• Two vegan pumpkin pies and some cookies. The unique taste of soy compliments the nutty taste of the whole wheat crust, with cinnamon and nutmeg infusing the end product with the delight of holiday cheer.


• Ice hockey hair.


• One threat map. With the help of one Mr. Nicholos Wethington, I broke down all the armed conflicts in the world and plotted them on a map, just for fun. Turns out things are better than you'd expect. Unfortunately for me, the wonderful people at World Press Review made an extremely affordable conflict map of their own. (Still, theirs is high-quality, and I would recommend dropping $10 to have one delivered to your door.)


• Thevenin [WHM 13], but I'll write more about that sometime soon.

That's it! That, and whiny emo-angst I don't know how to get rid of, but will probably express more of in the near future. The internet web journal is probably the wrong avenue of relief, but then again, I very routinely make poor decisions.

Merry Giftma$ to you all.