Riddles, Puzzles, Sudoku.

Today's Organic Chemistry lecture went by at a record pace, thanks to the sudoku puzzle in the school paper. I'm one of those nuts who gets pleasure out of the mind-numbing number game. My mind actually did hurt after I completed it. My theory is that the pain in my head is the equivalent to the soreness in muscles after a good workout. Or maybe I'm suffering from migraines......either way I feel brilliant.

Sudoku has seemed to have really taken off during the last few years. I wonder if it was created on a whim by some crazy Asian genius (i.e. L} or if some ancient sudoku manuscripts were discovered in a dragon den. If it's the dragon den, those things were definitely slept on by the dragon. Everyone claims dragons sleep on golden crowns but every good historian knows that dragons slept on puzzles for comfort.

Rutka's Notebook

Time Magazine had an article in their brand new May issue on a diary of Jewish girl's diary who lived under Nazi occupation during WWII. They published a few entries from the diary. World War II has always fascinated me so I read the article even though the pictures weren't too interesting.

One piece really stirred me up...

Feb. 5 1943
Oh, good Lord. Well, Rutka (the Jewish Girl's name), you've probably gone completely crazy. You are calling upon God as if He exists. The little faith I used to have has been completely shattered. If God existed, He would have certainly not permitted that human beings be thrown alive into furnaces, and the heads of little toddlers be smashed with butts of gun or be shoved into sacks and gassed to death... It sounds like a fairy tale. Those who haven't seen this would never believe it. But it's not a legend, it's the truth."


Some things I will never ever understand. The persecution of the Jewish people during this time is one of them. Why did this happen? Couldn't there have been a divine intervention? Rutka was a teenager while all this crap was going down. She was murdered in Auschwitz.


We live in a broken world. shucks.

A Fishy Treat

Man, God must have it pretty hard sometimes. Well not really, but if he wasn't all-powerful, all-knowing, and all-crazy-brilliant he would have a tough job. If only people would live their life in a more meaningful manner I'd sleep a bit better. It pains me to watch people crash and burn when they've got options that will set them free. I'm praying that God has some people swallowed by whales so that they do what he says. All I have to do is get them to come to the beach...

Children.

I think when a person who preaches the gospel has a child they become infected with baby-analogy syndrome. It seems like every single message somehow ties in to their kid. I mean it's all fine and dandy when your talking about love but tying it into the rapture is kind of weird.

Also blogs from people with children are really really lame. It's like the child has dealt a crippling blow to the internet diary. It instantly becomes more of a family photo album and much less of goodness.

Banana Strawberry

Things make a lot more sense when you start talking about them. When you can talk somebody's ears off about a subject it really shows that you know what your talking about. I'm finding that things I thought I understood haven't settled into my mind as well as I thought. How much knowledge do you have on yogurt? Sure you eat it in the mornings so that you feel like your having a healthy start, but do you really know everything about yogurt? oh you only know the different flavors? That's right, you don't really know that much about the live bacteria delicacy do you?

Lastly, if you haven't heard Weezer's new song that is going to be on their soon to be released CD. Check it out here, it's like Butterchops meets Limber Jack. http://www.weezer.com/

Full Moon Bonfire

Lately I often get the feeling that I'm wasting time. If I spend too much time on the internet or I sleep in longer then usual I get this feeling that I could be spending my time in a much more productive fashion. I start to think that I should go head down to the Hippi headquarters in Ocean Beach and talk about Jesus with the people who hang out there. Is that the holy spirit talking to me? I'm not sure, but it definitely wouldn't hurt to go down there. I just need to man up.

Swipe

I have an agar plate growing bacteria on my desk. So far my wetsuit and my roommate's blender are producing some gnarly bubbly bacteria. I will never drink anything poured from that blender ever again. I will continue to drink from my wetsuit. nevermind, that's impossible.

My Captain, my Captain

I really don't understand organic chemistry. I also really don't understand poetry. Instead of trying to figure out the former during lecture I decided to make my own poetry.

Filled to the brim, thick as molasses.
His words dripping with wisdom.
They dipple and dapple deep into my soul.
Forever I am stained with the syrupy goodness.


Also if you're a geeky flash game player, get some Dolphin Olympics 2 going. Don't bash it unless you play it.

Get it while it's hot.

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