I'm drinking water from a wine glass in Paris...

Bonjour, Paris.

Stats, stat.

I think I've just become addicted to statistics. But I do have one burning question: why is it so difficult to find comprehensive global statistics on things? If anyone actually reads this blog and knows where to find good sources of statistics on things like nutrition, food-intake, marriage, birth rate, etc. Please let me know.

Thank you!

I look in the mirror, and I no longer recognize myself. After four years here, I am no longer the same person that I was when I went in. Some say that this is the point of college, but I occasionally have my doubts. College is supposed to make you grow, but is it supposed to leave very little of the old you behind? And why is it that ever summer starts off with some kind of promise to 'find myself'?

"Hijo de la luna" - Mecano

"Tonto el que no entienda.

Cuenta una leyenda
Que una hembra gitana
Conjuró a la luna
Hasta el amanecer.
Llorando pedía
Al llegar el día
Desposar un calé.

"Tendrás a tu hombre,
Piel morena,"
Desde el cielo
Habló la luna llena.
"Pero a cambio quiero
El hijo primero
Que le engendres a él.
Que quien su hijo inmola
Para no estar sola
Poco le iba a querer."

Estribillo:
Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haga mujer.
Dime, luna de plata,
Qué pretendes hacer
Con un niño de piel.
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,
Hijo de la luna.

De padre canela
Nació un niño
Blanco como el lomo
De un armiño,
Con los ojos grises
En vez de aceituna --
Niño albino de luna.
"¡Maldita su estampa!
Este hijo es de un payo
Y yo no me lo cayó."

Estribillo

Gitano al creerse deshonrado,
Se fue a su mujer,
Cuchillo en mano.
"¿De quién es el hijo?
Me has engañado fijo."
Y de muerte la hirió.
Luego se hizo al monte
Con el niño en brazos
Y allí le abandonó.

Estribillo

Y en las noches
Que haya luna llena
Será porque el niño
Esté de buenas.
Y si el niño llora
Menguará la luna
Para hacerle una cuna.
Y si el niño llora
Menguará la luna
Para hacerle una cuna."

Those things that I do, that I am, that I want to do -- they are NOT inferior.

And in other words, I hate statistics still. Bloody hell. But it's getting a little better. The murk is clearing up, although they are still just about as clear as mud. At least it's a thinner mud.

More Twittering.

I realize that this blog is turning into more of a twitter than blog, and I do plan on posting something more substantial at some point, but right now I need to take a moment to complain that I do not like statistics.

They are necessary
(and sufficient? tehe... ha.. ha... ok, too bad a joke? hmm)
and useful
but I never have liked them
and now I'm in two statistics classes
and this makes me a little sad
But hey, when I am brilliant with statistics
I know that it will help my neuroscience research

So woe, and sadness... and statistics.

And I'm hungry.

And I'm whiny today.

The moonlight sonata fits so perfectly right now, this instant...

Google - good for math and finding guitar tabs

As a random note, I found it slightly amusing that when I was using google to calculate the probability of a certain number of occurrences given a Poisson random variable with mean 5, I also found such things as:

Pop is Dead Tab by Radiohead
Velocity Girl Tab by Snow Patrol
A first test of the E(5/4) Bose-Fermi Symmetry
(E)-5-(4-Bromophenyldiazenyl)salicylaldehyde

Expiration Dates.

"Oh hey look. This juice is good until the day after your birthday."
"Oh good! The juice expires after I do."