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Hawaiian Volcano Landscape
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In class the other day, we got our midterm exams back. The professor gave us some time in class to correct our answers so we could go over them as a class. One of the questions was a “define this term, then explain how it works” kind of thing. As we went over the answers, as usual, our professor got sidetracked and gave us all a life tip.

He explained (I’m paraphrasing here) that if a question starts with a term, define the fuck out of it. If you don’t, you’re basically telling the person grading the answer that, right off the bat, you have no idea what you’re talking about. This takes away from your argument and you look like an idiot.

He’s right. Sometimes I’ll answer a question without defining the terms right at the beginning, and halfway through I’ll realize I’m just bullshitting. It hasn’t hurt me too much just yet, but I’m getting to the point where I actually need to know what I’m talking about.

But until then, I’ll stick with the bullshit.

“Hip to be Square” by Huey Lewis and the News

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Infographic of the Day: As with most everything in life, famous movie quotes cannot help but submit to the ameliorating power of charts and graphs.

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My attempt to watch all 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die and blog about the films and my experience.

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30 Rare Star Wars Photos

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This, my friends, is what I like to call awesome. It’s a wildlife overpass….kind of like a pedestrian bridge, only the pedestrians it caters to are the four legged kinds. Deer, elk, moose, wolf, and lynx alike, as well as their kin, will use this little bridge to safely cross the human road, what was once a barrier.

Alberta, Canada, 1999 Photography by Joel Sartore

This is so that episode from the first season of The West Wing when it’s “Big Block of Cheese Day.”

Upon my arrival to class today, I was holding the Time Magazine I had received in the mail this morning. I sat down and flipped through a few pages, and as I did, my professor inquired if there was “anything relevant to the class in there.” I said maybe, and that I hadn’t really looked at it yet. He then asked, “what is that, People magazine?” to which I replied, “hahaha what!?” This led to a five minute conversation between me and my professor which ended with a brief critical analysis of how Time Magazine keeps commercial readers while still appealing to intellectual readers.

Soon after, my backpack exploded as he started lecturing and I dug out my notebook, textbook, and pen. After class lecture, my fellow students filed out of the room while I still rushed to jam my shit back into my bag.

I ended up being the last person to leave, and my professor asked what my major was. I told him it was English and he replied that it was “real important stuff.” Because obviously, unlike economists, English majors do important things that matter. All elitism aside, he asked me who my favorite author was and it being a monday and all, I blanked. I just completely lost any thoughts that were swimming around my head. I said that, “I really like F. Scott Fitzgerald” because I do, and then I said “Tolstoy” like a moron. In reality, I have read about ten pages of Tolstoy’s War and Peace. I really did like those ten pages, though, and I meant what I said. My professor asked if I had ever read anything by Dostoyevsky, and I said no, but they’re on my list of books I need to read (which they are). He told me to check out The Brothers Karamazov, which I have on my bookshelf. I said I would, and headed to lunch.

Long story short, I’m considering this my new homework assignment for my economics class, which is weird considering that other than this class, I have books to read in every other class I’m taking.

I have a feeling I’ll probably finish the Dostoyevsky before any other ones I’m supposed to read.