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DISP stole my Halloween

It is 10:34pm. I can hear groups of people in the hallway heading out, or returning from, various Halloween related activities. What about me?
Well, I had class starting at 9, and at 4 I had the quiz from hell (It had bio and psyche. I hate memorization. I hate memorization. I don't care about the difference between the rough endoplasmic reticulum and the smooth endoplasmic reticulum and I never want to see another action potential in my life.) that lasted until 5:30. I studied over six hours for this quiz and yet I was still completely unprepared. I had a huge headache all day long. When I got home, I nearly threw a fit and had to wait about twenty minutes before I could calm down. When I got back from eating dinner at 6:30, I spent the rest of the time working on my chemistry assignment and helping people with their statistics assignment over MSN. I just now finished it to my satisfaction. I another half-hour, I'm going to have to go to sleep so that I have enough energy to do everything I need to do tomorrow.
Right now I feel like quitting DISP. Or, at least, Psyche. I would prefer to get rid of bio, but I can't. I'll just wait and see how I did on this quiz.
Anyway, people in DISP dressed up for Halloween, since we aren't able to leave our dorms or our lecture halls.

Hillary, Joi, Maya. Clearly, someone has a fetish for oversized inanimate objects. I would have to say that Maya's milk carton takes the cake. She put so much work into it and the writing on it is hillarious. (the campaign on the side not Save the Whales, but "Save The Dispers")
More after the jump, including my costume.

Prof. Staicer dressed up as a plant, or "Mother Nature" for the photosynthesis lecture. She kept on explaining things as: "My leaves have guard cells" and "I take in Carbon Dioxyde for the Calvin cycle". She had props and everything, but it was a bit creepy at first because she kept on talking about her body.

Joi and Lana. Some people choose to deny their nerdy inner soul. Some embrace it.

Dead Children scare me. So does Rahkna.

Logan as Darth Maul. Given the type of people in DISP, it's a given at least someone would dress as a character from Science Fiction. Michael dressed up as someone from the Lord of the Rings.

I was the sky.
It was worth a try.
and if you don't like it,
I think I will cry.

Let a Joi into your World...

...and she'll put postits everywhere. Here's what I mean:

This was just one of the 28 postit flower notes she put around my room while she was waiting for me to stop being a tired little nerd. Here's the others:
One Michael J's face: Censor this too
On my campus map: I hope you don't still use this. You whould know your way around by now!
On my curtains: How come your curtains are so much nicer than mine?
On my toshiba: The Place of PRODUCTIVITY! (not)
On my window: Open me!
On my potted plant: How cute! I should get a plant too!
On my inter-room phone: Call me Later!
On my real phone: Call meeee!
On Einstein and Glinda: Scary figurines!
On my photos of my friends: I should be on here!
On my picture of my parents: Aw! How cute!
On my fan: I kicked this six times in five minutes.
On my Dali: ooh... it's blue. I want blue Jell-O.
On the Landscape: I'd say something about how majestic this looks if it didn't look so much like... (I can't read her handwriting)
Near my pillow: Nighty nite Cat
On the fire alarm on the ceiling: Hope this doesn't go off while you're sleeping.
On the Japanese print with the strange quote: I don't understand.
On the thermostat: It's hot in here
On my mirror: Hey Beautiful!
On my top drawer: Top Secret!
On my closet door: It took me so long to figure out how this opens
Inside my closet: Sexy closet! I'm jealous
On the fire escape route map: this seems self explanatory
On the door frame: Why is your doorway so low?
On the light switch: Turn off the lights to conserve power!
and finally, on some random spot of my wall: Smile! It's good for you.

Now, I'd go to her place in Henderson and do the same, but the thing is she has a very small double room, and what little bit of blank wall she has is covered with pictures of her friends and letters.
However, I believe that I will end up with postit notes on the bottom of my slippers for the next couple of weeks.

Wendy's

Today, I went to Wendy's on Quinpool road with Joi, Mark, and Pierre, (or that guy and that other guy as Joi calls them). Mark was up in Halifax this weekend in order to bug people, and he came to visit me at Eliza along with Pierre, who was there for his piano lesson. I left the room for a few minutes, and when I came back I couldn't see either of them. For a second, I was afraid I had unleashed them on the dorm without explaining the rules of the co-ed bathroom, until I heard Mark whispering. I turned around and both Mark and Pierre poked out from under my bed. I have no idea how or why they did it, just that it was the funniest thing that has happened all week and I was amazed how both of them could fit under my bed.

I also did write an article for this week's gazette, however it publication on my blog will be delayed until the gazette's website is updated. If never, I will do something about it. It's my most controversial article yet.
More pictures in the jump.

Philosopher kings, right? Mark loves to talk about all the humanities he's taking this year: Political Science (with my dad as the prof.), History, Philosophy, and English.

Sophistication in the fast food environment. We're black and white turtlenecked.

Pierre attempts his dare-devil stunt: to jay-walk Quinpool.

Success!

Spam Poetry

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by Ike Beach

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Next time: a litterary analysis of these great works.

I Tawt I Tah A Puddy Tat Dohls

Epileptic Seisure!

Pussycat Dolls: I don't need a man

Six lingerie-clad dancing girls, only one (and occasionaly the black girl so that they have street cred) gets to sing.

Enter my Humble Abode

In case any of you non-college types were wondering what dorm life is like, I'm putting up long-delayed pictures of my room in Eliza. Since this is sort of boring and a lot of pictures may make the page load long, I'm going do something I've never done before and put them in an extended post.

Oh, and btw, I live in a typical university residence with about ninety other students, not a hippie commune.

My desk, wilted flowers, and my glorious, inspiring view of the soccer field.

Casson's White Pine, Dali's Galatea of the Spheres, pictures of my parents and friends from high school, and Albert Einstein and Glinda the Good.

Bierstadts' In the Mountains, some Japanese print, and Donna Huffman's my graduation quilt and pillows.

Michael J. Fox crotch shot!

The room is actually pretty big for a dorm room. I'd say that it's about 2.5 m wide, 7 m long. There's a wardrobe with a bookshelf on the end dividing my sleeping area from a sink and garbage door. Most dorm rooms these days have sinks in them.

It's a celestrial orb!

P2 in the Housie (Dalhousie, that is)

Pierre has piano lessons at Buckley's in Halifax. He came to visit me an hour ago.

BOMB SHELTER! You've got to protect yourself from those toxic freshmen. (He promissed he wouldn't be mad at me if this ended up on the internet.)

Profs, Profs, Profs: the Review

After seven weeks of DISP, here's what my friend Joi had to say about our profs:

It's about time i give you all a little overview on my professors =D That is, the good, the bad, and the fugly.

The Good

Number one on the list would most definitely be my Psyche prof, Jennifer Stamp. She kicks ass. She's hilarious, she teaches well, she's nice, friendly...everything you could ever want in a prof! I mean, she made me love psyche in ONE lecture. That's how good she is. And i could never hope to not pay attention in her class cuz she's that good at teaching. I'm hopin i can get her to oversee my term project next semester.

At the mediocrely good but not particularly outstanding level would be my Chem prof, Patricia Laws. She's quite a funny teacher who's easy to talk to and very nice. While i don't find her to be a spectacular teacher, she's good at what she does, and is fairly good at explaining things. Though there's always room to improve, she has all the basic parts one could ask for in a prof =)

And making an honourary mention here would be my Calc prof, Georg Hofmann. Aka Prof Sexy. AHAHHA. Being that we still haven't departed from "review" area for me and some of my friends, we've spent most of our classes oogling him and speculating on his bilecture ring wearing. That is, he wears it every other lecture. He's a bit clumsy sometimes, but generally very lovable with a sexy German accent and he's absolutely adorable to boot =P What more could one ask for in a Calc prof? Capability and Eyecandy, all in one!

Finally we arrive at my earth science prof Milton Graves. He's a hilarious guy who's charismatic and funny. Just those two characteristics alone make him about 80% better then half the teachers i had in high school. He most reminds me of my old history teacher Stroud, except perhaps on sugar or something. I used to ADORE stroud, and now i adore Prof Milton =D Despite the fact that i have no interest in rocks, he makes lectures much more interesting than i thought possible, and he himself is a very helpful, cheerful, and open guy. Couldn't ask for much better ;)

The Bad

Making a #1 on this list would be my Stats prof. I've never thought there existed a truly boring person until i met him. He believes statistics to be exciting. Personally, i don't understand how his wife could put up with someone like that. My high school teacher, Young, had actually made statistics remotely interesting (ie. not completely brainnumbingly boring), but this guy, and i don't even bother to remember his name, forces our class to degrade into a bunch of skippers, sleepers, and videogame players. ULGH.

Scoring a second would be my Philosophy prof. I'll be the first to admit that after Chilelli, Prof Leticia Meynell doesn't seem halfway as bad, but i'm slightly concerned at her...teaching methods. At two different lectures, i see her waving her arms around with prominent sweat stains in her armpit. ew. Not just that, but she constantly talks like she's about to have a heartattack. Quite the scary. Really, the only other complaint i have about her is her inability to make Philosophy remotely interesting, but that's not entirely her fault. I just hate it.

The Fugly

So my bio prof, Cindy Stacier, drives me bongos. Again, she's not a particularly "bad" teacher, but she has a million bad habits that DRIVE ME INSANE more then bad teaching ever could. First of all, she mispronounces nearly everything. FunJAIH. VEHHsicles. OMGGGG... T_T You'd think someone with a Masters or PhD or whatever in bio could at least pronounce the words properly! ARGHGHGHG. Next to that, she does the standard newbie teacher move. That is, she gives us a WHOLE sheet full of blanks to fill in as the lecture goes on. This is actually generally a good idea, if she didn't actually go so effin fast that no one can keep up!. That means that no one ever has a complete set of notes and you can actually hear steam coming out of some people's ears halfway through the lecture.

Verdict

Psyche / Stamp - You rock. I love you.

Chem / Laws - A more palpable sense of humour does wonders

Calc / Hofmann - You are teh sexy. *giggles* I wanna huggle you!

EarthSci / Graves - Less fieldtrips, less pointless assignments

Stats / that prof - Drop the course. now.

Phil / Meynell - Deodorant and maybe some exercise?

Bio / Stacier - Another 4 years as a Student-Teacher to someone cool =D

In general, I agree with her assessment, although I would be more forgiving of the aesthetic complaints. She's not the first to complain about Meynell's sweatspots, but that doesn't really bug me, I find the topic more interesting than her armpits (and that's saying a lot, considering the philosophy course is called Ethics in Science). Hilburn (that's our stats prof) really is that boring, but I suppose that's what happens when you devote your life to statistics. Graves is still great, although I agree with the pointless assignments.

Joi doesn't take physics, so I have to add a description of Ruddick. He's a nice guy who belongs at the beach. Seriously. He's a oceanologist, not a physicist, and it shows. He wears bermuda shorts and sandals, and takes a long time to think through physics questions, but he's usually just as late for class as I am in the morning, and he's very approachable.

So Dad, now you know what your students judge you on. Be cheerful, and don't raise your arms to high if you have sweatspots.

Gazette #5

Ticket To Ride
Tourism may be the furture of space exploration.

I hate the picture of K-Os that is gracing this week's cover. I know that his CD release this Saturday was is a big deal, (I'm not going, btw. I'm a poor student and I'm saving my money just to buy his CD) but this photo makes him look like a homeless pothead (or someone who pulled an all-nighter for their Biology midterm).

Blast from the Past... 2001, that is

2001, the year I turned 12, the year we lived in Vancouver, the year I started spending money on money of my own choice. I got three hundred dollars in gift money, and with it I bought:
Destiny's Child: Destiny's Child
Destiny's Child: The Writing's on the Wall
Prozzak: Hot Show
Aqua: Aquarius

As you can see, my taste in music was far from perfect, but I was in the excusable pop faze that most pre-teens go through. After about five months of listening to the CDs over and over again, I decided I'd had enough and sold them to a used-CD store for a very small return (4$).
In the past couple days a number of events have occured that make me feel nostalgic, including connecting with a few of my old classmates from Vancouver over Facebook. For the first time since I sold them, I listened to those CDs again, and in honour of that, I'm putting up three of the videos that, though dated and cheesy, have a nostalgic value for me.
Destiny's Child: Bills Bills Bills

Even in this early single, you can see the beginnings of Beyonce's materialistic sort of feminism.
Prozzak: Be As

I used to think this video was so inspiring. I requested it at the seventh grade prom in honour of my time in Vancouver. It didn't get played.
Aqua: Around the World

I never got the point of this song until now: it's an Aqua song. It's not supposed to make sense.

What's with Feminism?

Because all of my news comes from the Colbert Report:

I consider myself a feminist. But feminism seems to have more than one definition these days. When I say I am a feminist, I mean that I think all humans are equal in their human rights, and that I don't think it's right to be limited by the supposed capability of your gender or sexuality. But it seems like there is another side of feminism that believes that women are inherently better because they have some 'nuturing' instinct, and that women should control the world.
According to Steinem, women don't listen to talk radio because they are more mature than the politics, and that the cuthroat and partisan aspects of the shows go against their caring nature.
Isn't this the same argument that forced women to stay housewifes or into jobs like flight attendants and nurses - that women really just want to take care of people. A stereotype, even a positive one, is still a stereotype.
I would suggest another reason women don't listen to talk radio. Maybe they don't care about politics because they don't feel represented in government. Maybe more women would have a chance in politics if they didn't have to fight the social stereotype; that women are docile, weak-willed, and illogical.

Chebucto Head

Yesterday was the final DISP field trip of the fall, to Chebucto head. Apparently it was an Earth Sciences field trip, but we spent the entire time collecting data on species cover and diversity, so it's a bit hard to call it that. Perhaps they just didn't want so many freshmen trampling over fragile ecosystems and didn't want the rest of the class to know that they were missing out on something.
Or maybe Milton loves us.
I should probably stop calling him Milton and get Prof. Graves stuck in my head. Joi calls him professor Milton, which confuses me even more.
Well, non-earth sci dispers, you sure missed out on a lot. You missed out on being able to scratch your heads as you try to tell the difference between five types of grass and the chance to accidently get one of your legs stuck thigh-high in swamp (I lucked out, unfortunately).
Seriously, it was a fun trip.

We're lookin' at some lichen (on exposed rock).

A long time ago, Nova Scotia was covered by ice. Then that ice melted and slid off into the atlantic ocean. As it did, it took a lot of soil as a souvenir, so there are many places where the bedrock is exposed or the soil cover isn't very deep. Glaciers also leave little pockmarks like ice leaves pot holes, which become giant rain puddles with no drainage. We end up with environments without very many nutrients, so plants (like this pitcher plant) have to add a little meat to their diet and digest insects for the nitrogen.

Joi and LanaReplacement (aka Zach). I wish I knew what they were so thumb-upish about.

Another Cuddly Little Creature Post

I saw this guy (or maybe someone in his family, or some member of a species that looks like him) under a microscope in the bio lab on Friday. I was looking at a sample of pond water, filled with plant cells and other pieces of debris, when I saw a little moving thing like a football. He moves in around shorter end forward, and wiggles. I also got to see yeast cells, seaweed cells, cells that used to be on the inside of Joi's mouth, and group of bacteria or paramecium munching away on a dead clump of things, but nothing quite as cute as this guy.

It was the first time I've seen moving creatures under a microscope.

Gazette #4

The Dalhousie Gazette is now online, so instead of scanning my articles and straining both your eyes and your patience, I'll just include a link and a summary from now on.

Think of the Children

The dangers of the internet and sexual predators are not what the media makes them out to be.

Jessica Simpson Can Keep Herself to Herself.

In fact, I would be more than happy if she faded into obscurity right now and never shared her music with me again!
Jessica Simpson: I belong to me

Unfortunately, that was not exactly what she meant. This is her version of Nick Lachey's reflection on their relationship video What's left of me. For a second, though, I thought that Jessica might not just be up to her old tricks (ie, touching herself alot, overacting, walking around in her underwear and hair extentions) when she cut off her hair. I thought it would be a statement of "ROAR! I am not just a dumb blonde! I will cut off my hair so that you will stop judging me. See! I have more than one layer!", but no, it's more so: "ROAR! I have short hair! I can look deshevelled and whoreish just like Kate Moss and Paris Hilton! Look at my trashy make-up and tiara. I'm not so innocent now."

Happy Early Turkey Day!

aka Canadian Thanksgiving. The time to be thankful that our holidays are more spaced out and to hold on to the last fringes of summer.
It felt like summer today. It was sunny and warm, so I went on a Fresh Air hike up to James' River Falls with my parents and some other families. I came back to Antigonish for Thanksgiving, although mom made our big meal yesterday.
Dad calls the James River Falls the 'no good view' falls. I'll let you look at this picture I took, and you can make up your own mind.

I would call them the 'risk limb and possibly life to get there' falls. We took what we thought was the safer way and ended up at a lower, less exciting landing. Then, Dad, Mom and I all took different ways of getting to the upper landing. Dad went back up the path and took the dangerous path, following a rope down a steep cliff. Mom went further downstream and walked up the other side, and I took my socks and shoes off, waded through the freezing water, and climbed up the rocky waterfall.

Gazette #3 + Cover Tease

Last Saturday I left my article until a half hour before the deadline, and I didn't have any idea how to to introduce or conclude the topic. Luckily, I have the bestest editor ever, without whom I would appear very stupid.

And a cover tease for the first time:

Dispers invade the Cove

Today was awesome.
We went to Peggy's Cove and searched for sea life in the tidepools. The weather was great.

DISPers filling out data sheets after looking for creatures. The lighthouse in the distance has got to be the most photographed place in Nova Scotia.

Group (or Team, depending on your attitude about academia) 1, reformed and better than ever: Kathryn, Lana, Joi, and me (making the stupidest expression ever).

Randomly marking off sections of the intertidal zone to survey.
Obligatory living creature found:

Forbes Starfish, and a rock Crab. These ones were actually alive. We also found hermit crabs, a whole lot of mussels, barnacles, urchins, sea anemone, periwinkle, and several types of sea weed. It was like the petting zoos at aquariums, without all the noisy little kids getting in your way.

Congrats to Kels

I would just like to announce that my Elizian big sis and general cool person Kelsey has won the section b rep election.

Congratulations and good luck leading us through the year!

Seek the Sequel

k-os (aka Canada's respectable contribution to hip-hop) has a new album coming out on October 10th called Atlantis: Hymns for Disco and this is the first single off of it:
k-os: The Seekwill

It's okay. I absolutely loved every song on Joyful Rebellion (I even bought it, which shows how much I love it) so I hope this one's just as good. The cool thing about this video is that the faces in the yearbook are all faces of hip young Canadian celebrities, like the guitarist from Billy Talent, muchmusic vj Sarah Taylor (at least I think I saw her), and that blonde girl from Video On Trial (sorry, couldn't remember her name).

PS: The duck was Soupballs.

Stalk a Duck

This morning we went to the Public Gardens and followed a Hen around. No, seriously, it was a psychology ethogram of the duck's behaviour. It was sort of entertaining at first, because our duck, whom Joi nicknamed 'Soupballs' (I probably got that wrong. Correct me, Joi.) was quacking and chasing Drakes, but then she just went into the duck pond and fell asleep.

Sit on a bench, hold out your hand, and they'll come to you.

Not our duck, one similar but cuter.

I see a pattern here. Someone should do an ethogram of DISPers.

I think it would have been more interesting to do an ethogram of the tourists on walking tours around the gardens. Taking pictures of ducks and university students: 10 times. Making comments on the lack of flowers in the public gardens: 7 times. Commenting on how lovely the weather is and hoping it won't rain: 3 times. Getting excited at the sight of a kilted bag-piper: 45 times.

Silly tourists.

Frosh Prt 3: One Month In

I’ve been living in Eliza Ritchie Hall for exactly a month now. Eliza’s a pretty nice place to live. I’m sure it’s not as fabulous as those glamorous luxury residences recently opened at St. FX, with their flat-screen TVs and private bathrooms (I’m not jealous, honestly), but it’s pretty nice. I’ve never been kept up at night because of excessive partying or noisy neighbours, I’ve never had anything stolen from my room or broken, I’ve never felt claustrophobic because I’m living in a ‘shoebox’, and I’ve never had moments of absolute despair because the place looks like it hasn’t been maintained in twenty years and has a ‘communist social living’ air. The food is pretty nice, too. I wouldn’t say that it’s healthier or better than the food I get at home, but there is so much more variety. I can eat almost any type of cereal, yogurt, fruit or pastry for breakfast if I want to, and there’s generally good selection for lunch and dinner. However, all things in perspective, I would like to make these comments about my habitat:
1. I can hear everything that goes on in the hallways from my room, which means that I heard the argument my neighbour had with her boyfriend through the door, I heard all about how you’re angry at this guy because he copied your section representative campaign, and how you’re so hammered but you still want to go out to the Grawood.
2. On Saturday morning, the main entrance and hallways around it will smell like puke. The smell will gradually disappear throughout the week, however, the bathrooms will always smell that way. It’s an inconvenient and inescapable fact.
3. Someone else’s clothes will be in the washer/dryer when you want to use it, even if the machine is no longer in use. Just take it out and put yours in.
4. You will lose your wallet. You will find your wallet within twenty-four hours. No sooner will you have found you wallet will you loose your Dalhousie ID card, skipping from joy from finding your wallet, in much the same circumstances as you lost your wallet, and you will find your Dalhousie ID card within another twenty-four hours. You will then thank your marvellous chances that in both cases the anonymous person who found it was honest enough to return it and not steal your money. At least, that’s what happened to me.
5. On the same note of stupid things I’ve done this month, in exploring Halifax I’ve gotten on the wrong metro transit bus without a map and nearly gotten lost twice. Will I unintentionally do it again? Probably.
6. Do not date anyone in the same residence unless you’re prepared to deal with a paparazzi-like scrutiny of your life, and a constant chorus of “lovebirds!” or “Awe, you guys are so cute!” every time you’re seen together.
7. Your neighbour can’t hear you fart or belch. You’re safe, for now. (that was not an example of something I’ve done.)
8. The Shirreff Hall staff frighten me. Some of them can’t speak English, and some of them have an attitude problem. That’s the last time I point out that the hot chocolate machine is broken, I swear! Sheila, the friendly door woman, is an exception, though.
9. You will be flashed by a member of the opposite sex sometime during frosh week. And it’s going to shock you only if you come from a small conservative town like Antigonish.
10. You know you’re in university when you go to the bathroom at 1 am and find someone locked in her stall, passed out drunk on the toilet seat.

Dad Wrote a Book

It's called Canadian Foreign Policy: Defining the National Interest. He's been writing it for about as long as I've been alive, so if your local or university library is looking for a new book on Canadian foreign policy, suggest this one.

Horton Bluff

On Friday we went to Horton bluff in the bay of Fundy on a DISP field trip. We were supposed to look for fossils and observe the geology of the region. It rained. I was in a bad mood. I was starving because I left my lunch on the bus. It would have been completely miserable if not for the fact that I was with my friends.

We didn't find any trilobite fossils, but we did see fossils of giant lizard tracks, and of prehistoric palm tree trunks.

While picking appart sheets of slate to look for fossils, Logan killed a green crab. Oh well, Green Crabs are an invasive species. Logan will now be known as 'Crab Killer', though.

A caterpillar hanging on to the bluff cliff. It might be poisonous, but I wouldn't know. I'm into physics, not entomology.

Joi met the love of her life.

We left him there.