So, for the weekend I'm headed down to New York for Jordan's 24-hour 24th birthday party. I am psyched. I haven't been to New York since, I think, August.
I have begun to realize, though, the toll that not working weekends takes on my productivity.
Strange. This is a site about Bush's Deceit . . . actually put up by Democrats in the House. I remember reading in The Nation, a while back, an essay on how the mainstream media can't seem to bring itself to say that Bush lies - that, in fact, it was an editorially enforced taboo. I guess the House Dem site doesn't exactly say "Bush Lies", but it does come close. Was Alterman's article in The Nation just leftist hyperbole?
I saw Kevin So and his band play at ZuZu, in Central Sq., last night. It had been far, far too long since I'd heard live jazz. {(sound,sweet),(atmosphere, intimate),(voice, hyperbole^-1(stevie wonder-ish))}.
Also, I'm a supra genius. I solved the brain-normalization problem in SPM that had been, for months, really, the barrier to me completing analysis of my cross-format-comparison experiment. I went out in the hallway and made sure someone saw me doing a little dance of joy.
I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood
I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down
I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...
I wish...
- Pearl Jam, "Wishlist"
Jess, you've inspired me to go ahead and take a shot at this blogging thang.
The fascinating current snapshot of my life:
I'm attempting to work out all the interconnections between .m files in the SPM batch processing code for brain normalization . . . so that I can try to run it manually, and muck with some of the variables, in an attempt to resolve the problems that are holding up progress towards publishing my fMRI studies of the last 2 years.
Or, I'm blogging instead, which I shouldn't be. Back to work. :-)
Arrest This Man, He Talks In Maths 
Friday, February 28, 2003