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May. 18th, 2003 01:42 amI've been trying to figure out exactly why I did this to myself -- it seem pretty well perverse. Just a bad habit to have hanging around, but from Thursday night to Friday, I didn't really sleep... I was up all night workin' on stuff for the Linux kernel class. Doing an all-nighter for a summer-session class at FSU doesn't seem like the most sane option, but I think... maybe it was just sort of a reaction to "well, I'm taking a CS class -- I need to do at least one, I guess" ... I really didn't need to do it. It could have been easily circumvented. Eh.
It was kinda fun :) I downloaded the RH9 disks, installed them on this old machine I'd had at dad's house (treebeard, a friendly 233mHz pentium I -- the downloading and installing was what took most of the time), tweaked the system up to satisfaction, rebuilt the kernel a few times, and then wrote some kernel modules that do interesting and Wrong things. Yay :)
Dr. Baker (and some others) seemed to be amused -- I brought treebeard over to FSU and plugged him up in the lab, and things went well from there.
Ooh, today, I got my workout schedule from this friendly guy named Sean, who works at the gym at FSU. He's Really Big, and used to be on the FSU swimteam (until he ran out of years of eligibility). He was showing me how to do the different machines (some of them looked rather esoteric, and it's not like I've never been in a gym before...), and just sort of absentmindedly lifted whatever weight happened to be there, casually hefted these rather large dumbells to demonstrate proper technique on lifting freeweights. I wouldn't have thought to do some of the exercises he'd shown me, so that's good that he suggested I do them; I'll most likely be bigger and stronger and hopefully faster in the nearish future, so yay for that too :)
Speaking of Faster... I think I've run into one of the next few years' highschool track stars. After I spoke with Sean the Lifting Instructor at the gym, I wandered over to the track and found a group of young-ish (middle-school to 20-something) black (with a sort of medium-thick AAE dialect going) guys doing some intervals and having little races, and they seemed pretty friendly, so I ended up running and chatting about track with them for a little bit. I was handily defeated in the 100, 200, and 400 by this 8th-grader named Sheldon, who apparently goes to Bellvue and new all the Really Fast people in the area. So if anybody out there happens to follow highschool track in North Florida... watch for this kid :) I suggested that we try racing the 800, but he didn't seem too keen on this idea. I think I've officially become a Slow White Distance Runner, only I'm not that good at distance races either :-\
... and since then, I've been ambiently hangin' around, missing Esther, reading some everything2 and some Nietzsche (I picked up Thus Spake Zarathustra, finally, after snagging that and Beyond Good and Evil about two years ago -- BGE was cool) and playing videogames. I'm sort of half waiting up for Natalie -- tonight's her Junior Prom...
Hrum. Perhaps it's off to read or play SF Alpha 2 or something.
It was kinda fun :) I downloaded the RH9 disks, installed them on this old machine I'd had at dad's house (treebeard, a friendly 233mHz pentium I -- the downloading and installing was what took most of the time), tweaked the system up to satisfaction, rebuilt the kernel a few times, and then wrote some kernel modules that do interesting and Wrong things. Yay :)
Dr. Baker (and some others) seemed to be amused -- I brought treebeard over to FSU and plugged him up in the lab, and things went well from there.
Ooh, today, I got my workout schedule from this friendly guy named Sean, who works at the gym at FSU. He's Really Big, and used to be on the FSU swimteam (until he ran out of years of eligibility). He was showing me how to do the different machines (some of them looked rather esoteric, and it's not like I've never been in a gym before...), and just sort of absentmindedly lifted whatever weight happened to be there, casually hefted these rather large dumbells to demonstrate proper technique on lifting freeweights. I wouldn't have thought to do some of the exercises he'd shown me, so that's good that he suggested I do them; I'll most likely be bigger and stronger and hopefully faster in the nearish future, so yay for that too :)
Speaking of Faster... I think I've run into one of the next few years' highschool track stars. After I spoke with Sean the Lifting Instructor at the gym, I wandered over to the track and found a group of young-ish (middle-school to 20-something) black (with a sort of medium-thick AAE dialect going) guys doing some intervals and having little races, and they seemed pretty friendly, so I ended up running and chatting about track with them for a little bit. I was handily defeated in the 100, 200, and 400 by this 8th-grader named Sheldon, who apparently goes to Bellvue and new all the Really Fast people in the area. So if anybody out there happens to follow highschool track in North Florida... watch for this kid :) I suggested that we try racing the 800, but he didn't seem too keen on this idea. I think I've officially become a Slow White Distance Runner, only I'm not that good at distance races either :-\
... and since then, I've been ambiently hangin' around, missing Esther, reading some everything2 and some Nietzsche (I picked up Thus Spake Zarathustra, finally, after snagging that and Beyond Good and Evil about two years ago -- BGE was cool) and playing videogames. I'm sort of half waiting up for Natalie -- tonight's her Junior Prom...
Hrum. Perhaps it's off to read or play SF Alpha 2 or something.