<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732</id><updated>2011-09-07T14:29:07.319-04:00</updated><category term='dramatic'/><category term='sad'/><category term='pot of gold'/><category term='books'/><category term='death'/><category term='excuse'/><category term='breed'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='bullshit'/><category term='date'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='understanding'/><category term='help'/><category term='relax'/><category term='fate'/><category term='shame'/><category term='hard road'/><category term='think'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='bestsellers'/><category term='gays military'/><category term='girls'/><category term='mysterious'/><category term='soul'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='difficult'/><category term='right'/><category term='work'/><category term='changes'/><category term='gifted'/><category term='friends'/><category term='story'/><category term='stand'/><category term='reading'/><category term='theory'/><category term='math'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='entertain'/><category term='miracle'/><category term='mischievous'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='ignore'/><category term='bottles'/><category term='mad'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='conspiracy'/><category term='success'/><category term='rules to live by'/><category term='music'/><category term='hate'/><category term='alone'/><category term='reason'/><category term='faith'/><category term='nonfiction'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='fears'/><category term='envy'/><category term='life'/><category term='listening'/><category term='parents'/><category term='enemies'/><category term='quiet'/><category term='respect'/><category term='Osama Bin Laden'/><category term='try'/><category term='conversation'/><category term='blame'/><category term='corruption'/><category term='love'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='breath'/><category term='problem'/><category term='relate'/><category term='morality'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Paradigm</title><subtitle type='html'>Throughout the day, I have a lot of thoughts run through my mind. Some of these are just random thoughts that nobody will probably care about. Some of these are things I probably shouldn't say. But I feel like some are things that others can probably relate to. So I just figured I'd post some of my thoughts here to see what you think.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-9110645901451462186</id><published>2011-05-22T14:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T12:32:39.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you bid in Spades?</title><content type='html'>Anybody who knows me knows that I enjoy playing games, particularly card games. And when it comes to card game, I'm particularly fond of playing spades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spades is a four player game where players pair up on teams and collect "books", competing to reach some predetermined score. A book is a set of four cards given to the team who plays the highest card under the rules of the game, which I will explain later. Teams collect points by bidding [or trying to predict the number of books they will collect]. If a team does not collect the number of books they bid, they will lose ten times their bid. If a team does collect this sum of books, then they gain ten times their bid (I'm assuming a simple version of Spades here with no sandbags to simplify the explanation).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we can see the importance of precise bidding. What then should be the standards of good bidding?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We can start by mathematically describing the rules of the game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Trumps / Spades beat allother cards (hence the name of the game).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for all x \in Spades, y \notin Spades x &amp;gt; y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(because there are only four suits, the statement y \notin Spades could be replaced by y \in Hearts \cup Clubs \cup Diamonds).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) In every suite, the cards 3, 4, ..., K, A follow their natural order, i,e,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3D &amp;lt; 4D &amp;lt; 5D &amp;lt; 6D &amp;lt; 7D &amp;lt; 8D &amp;lt; 9D &amp;lt; 10D &amp;lt; JD &amp;lt; QD &amp;lt; KD &amp;lt; AD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3H &amp;lt; 4H &amp;lt; 5H &amp;lt; 6H &amp;lt; 7H &amp;lt; 8H &amp;lt; 9H &amp;lt; 10H &amp;lt; JH &amp;lt; QH &amp;lt; KH &amp;lt; AH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3C &amp;lt; 4C &amp;lt; 5C &amp;lt; 6C &amp;lt; 7C &amp;lt; 8C &amp;lt; 9C &amp;lt; 10C &amp;lt; JC &amp;lt; QC &amp;lt; KC &amp;lt; AC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3S &amp;lt; 4S &amp;lt; 5S &amp;lt; 6S &amp;lt; 7S &amp;lt; 8S &amp;lt; 9S &amp;lt; 10S &amp;lt; JS &amp;lt; QS &amp;lt; KS &amp;lt; AS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(There are many ways of playing this game. I'm going to assume the deck is set up the way I originally learned it. This is sometimes called "Joker, Joker, deuce, deuce", which refers to the top 4 Spades - the big joker, the little joker, the high deuce, and the low deuce. Under this setting, there is no 2C and no 2H, and generally the 2D is the high deuce and 2S is the low deuce, but this generally depends on where the game is being played and who else is playing).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And by 1) we have that AD &amp;lt; 3S, AH &amp;lt; 3S and AC &amp;lt; 3S. This establishes a partial ordering amongst the suits and cards. Note that this is not a total ordering because ther is no comparison between a JH and a 3C. This is handled by the next rule.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) All players must follow suit unless a player has no cards of that suit in their hand. This means that the suit of the first card thrown determines the type of cards that all other players must choose from. If a player does not have that suit in their hand, then they are free to play anything, but the only suit that can beat the original suit is a spade (per the partial order).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) If a plater does not follow suit (and is caught), it is called reniging and costs that team 3 books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) The first player to play a card in the first book is the player to the dealer's right. The first player to play a card in all successive books is the player who won the last book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From this we can see that the only cards that beat Aces are the Spades. One strategy is to play aces first, in which case the only way an ace doesn't bring in a book is if a player on the opposing team has no cards of that suite. What is the probability that an Ace walks then?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We can set this up as the following fraction:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;number of ways that another player can be dealt a hand without receiving a card of this suite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;total number of ways that another player can be dealt a hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many cards are left that are in this suit? Suppose that I have x cards of this suit in my hand. There are 12 cards total in a (non-spade) suit. So this leaves 12 - x cards in this suit that are not in my hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many cards are left that are not of this suit? Suppose again that I have &lt;i&gt;x &lt;/i&gt;cards of this suit in my hand. There are 52 cards total, 13 of which are in my hand (13 = 52 / 4), leaving 52 - 13 = 39 cards remaining. Each (non-spade) suit has 12 cards. &amp;nbsp;So there are 39 - (12 - x) = 39 - 12 + &lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt; = 27 + &lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;cards that are not in this suit and not in my hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If a player has no cards in this suit, then all their cards come from this set of size 27 + x.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this equation can be represented as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;27 + x&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;39&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simplifies to&lt;br /&gt;(27 + x)! 26!&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;(14 + x)! 39!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a basic approach to this game and there are many further questions to be answered about the game of spades. I could continue and find the probabilities for other non-spades, as well as the probabilities for spades. But my time has run out and this has been a fun exercise to play around with one of my favorite games and one of my favorite languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-9110645901451462186?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/9110645901451462186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=9110645901451462186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/9110645901451462186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/9110645901451462186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-do-you-bid-in-spades.html' title='How do you bid in Spades?'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-3885770979146022027</id><published>2011-05-17T12:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:50:00.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we feed the trolls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.sharenator.com/dont_feed_the_troll_RE_Ask_a_Dawn-s288x288-104455-535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://files.sharenator.com/dont_feed_the_troll_RE_Ask_a_Dawn-s288x288-104455-535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first got into the internet. I was on two mailing lists. One was for my favorite football team (Go Skins) and the other was for Lincoln Douglas Debate which I did a long long time ago. I remember how much I enjoyed the "chat room" type atmosphere of those things. But every once in a while, a conversation could get out of hand - a racist slur, or a sexist comment, or a sequence of images that just didn't belong there. I can't remember, but I imagine that initially I was probably upset by these types of things trying to get in the way of my Zen and the relaxation that I was seeking by going to these message boards.But I know that somewhere along the lines, the fact that I was more of a reader than a commenter helped me to understand that by commenting on these "internet trolls", all I was doing was giving them more ammunition to come back and get more attention. So ultimately, as my presence in these (and similar) forums grew, I learned to not get bent out of hand about stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot of talking going on lately about two things in my circle of friends. The first is Fox News reporting about Common as if he's the one who put a target over a congressman's head or something (wait, thats what MSNBC and many liberals said about Sarah Palin in response to the shooting which 6 people were killed and 19 people were shot). The other was an article that was put up on Psychology Today (which was later taken down, but from what I understand the text of the article is available at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Psycho%20Today%20headline:%20%22Why%20black%20women%20are%20rated%20less%20attractive%22%20(Long%20Read)%20While%20black%20men%20are%20highly%20rated"&gt;All Hip Hop: Psycho Today headline: "Why black women are rated less attractive"&lt;/a&gt;). Both of these seemed to initiate "riots" on facebook and twitter talking about how bad the journalism was, or the racism, or the sexism, etc.&amp;nbsp;Me personally, I saw these two headlines and just kinda dismissed them as stuff thats trying to bring me down and since I've got enough things that are trying to do that in my own personal life, figured that I didn't need to worry about the articles themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about the Common story is the source of it. It was coming from Fox News. This isn't the first time they've said something thats been taken as racist, and I'm sure it will not be the last. Thats part of their "thing". They like to rile up their base, particularly by making up lies to convince their base that the opposing side is evil, in which case they can get their base to do whatever it is Fox News is promoting (is this what Malcolm meant when he said "By Any Means Necessary"?). Like Jon Stewart said about a year ago in an interview with Rachel Maddow, the thing about Fox News isn't the lies they tell, its more about the fact that they're a well oiled machine at doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other story about Black women, well thats one that (IMO) is rooted in a lot of racist beliefs and trying to use "science" to back up those beliefs. I find it funny (what else can I do but laugh) that they basically had a survey and called it objective. Yeah, cause I'm sure that if you change the set of people you're interviewing the results won't differ. And I'm sure that if you change the definition of 'beauty' the results won't differ. But this is the type of pseudo-science that is driven for tabloids. Maybe I should be mad that it could be published in Psychology Today, but even that doesn't get me mad.&amp;nbsp;Nothing surprises me any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still hope for the best in my fellow human beings (and myself), the fact that they (we) don't measure up to the ideal standards we set for ourselves doesn't mean I'll get bent out of shape about it. If I meet somebody who holds these beliefs, I'll probably try to talk to them about it and if it leads to a good dialog, then I'd be happy about that. If not, then at least I tried, but I won't beat myself up about it either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not meant to discourage others who acted differently. I have a friend who sent a letter to Psychology Today. Jon Stewart went on Bill O'Reilly to talk about the Common issue. I think those are both constructive ways to address this problem. Other friends have written their own blogs about these different issues, and I'm sure that helped diffuse some of the tension (both internally and externally). And this post, in itself, is in some measure inspired by these trolls themselves. But I feel like the more time we spend feeding the trolls, the more ammunition they will have to upset you (us) the next time. I guess its the principle that there's no such thing as bad publicity. I think this is especially true in the case of trolls. Publicity for a troll establishes that they've gotten into your life, into your stream of thought, and thats, is a success for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, there may be other, more constructive ways to defeat a troll, but if nothing else comes to you, I say just ignore them and don't let them bring you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-3885770979146022027?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/3885770979146022027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=3885770979146022027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/3885770979146022027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/3885770979146022027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-do-we-feed-trolls.html' title='Why do we feed the trolls?'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-2727377724706128322</id><published>2011-05-09T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:22:38.662-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Do You Need a "Vacation"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usaimage.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Hawaii-vacation-picture-sunset-Automania.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://www.usaimage.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Hawaii-vacation-picture-sunset-Automania.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't count the number of times friends have suggested to me that I need a vacation. While I'm inclined to agree, the truth is that the nature of my work is that research questions tend to try to fill any moment where my mind is not already thinking of something else. So the idea of me going on "vacation" is just as much mental for me as it is physical. To me a vacation is a way of relaxing to the point where I'm either thinking of positive thoughts or I've at least found a way to not think about whatever negative thoughts are trying to get me down. So here are a few ways that I take my "vacations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In my opinion, my&amp;nbsp;tendency&amp;nbsp;to overwork is not always a bad thing because I sometimes turn to work to provide relief (or a "vacation") from the seemingly unsolvable problems of my life (relationship stuff, employment issues, health related stuff, family matters, etc). When I've got a good lead on a problem, it provides a flow of thoughts that keeps my mind busy for hours at a time and this can be such a relief from those issues that its a welcome "vacation". But then the question becomes why don't I get good leads whenever I'm stressed out? Sometimes, the work can be stressful because I'm not progressing fast enough, or because I find a counterexample to an idea, or for a variety of other reasons. So then what should I turn to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conversations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;One of my favorite "vacations" is an ol' fashioned conversation, whether it be with long time friends or somebody I just met at the bar. Sometimes, the procedure of sitting and talking to somebody else can else can seem to relieve a thousand burdens. Sometimes I don't even talk - I'll just sit and listen and hear stories that I can relate to. I think I read something somewhere about this being the human need for companionship, not necessarily on a bedroom sense, but more in a sense that you are not alone in this world, and you are not the only one who sees the world in a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations, though are not without their limitations. One of the problems with conversations is that you don't really know where they'll lead (I guess thats a good thing and a bad thing). Sometimes a joke is misinterpreted; sometimes the other person will just want to vent (which isn't really a problem, unless you entered the conversation with a "no venting here" attitude); sometimes they want to vent about something you did (which can be really unpleasant, and probably not gonna provide that "vacation" type feeling); or sometimes they're (or you're) just not in a talkative mood. So if talking to a friend won't do it, what else is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've gotten a lot of relief from reading books. The titles come mostly as a recommendation after a conversation with friends. After talking about whatever's on our minds, the friend will generally follow up with "you know, you sound like you'd be interested in reading ...". I'm not often disappointed, although I do know of one book that was recommended to me where I probably should have been more considerate of the recommender's feelings when I was asked how I liked it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't decided the type of books that I like best, though, I do tend to get more of a "vacation" from works of fiction. Aside from taking me from the here-and-now (which most books tend to do), works of fiction (particularly sci-fi) have the ability to take me outside even the laws of the universe. Suddenly I can spend 500 pages imagining I'm the son of a Greek god (ala the &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The-Lightning-Thief/Rick-Riordan/e/9780786838653/?itm=10&amp;amp;USRI=percy+jackson+and+the+olympians"&gt;Percy Jackson and the Olympians&lt;/a&gt; series), or a wizard (ala the &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Harry-Potter-Paperback-Boxed-Set/J-K-Rowling/e/9780545162074/?itm=4&amp;amp;USRI=harry+potter"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt; series), or that I have mutant powers (ala the &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Gone/Michael-Grant/e/9780061909641/?itm=5&amp;amp;USRI=gone+michael+grant"&gt;Gone&lt;/a&gt; series). Most of the nonfiction I read gives me different perspectives and philosophies on life. I find those interesting and use them as good food for thought. MLK's autobiography and book "&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Strength-to-Love/Martin-Luther-King-Jr/e/9780800614416/?itm=2&amp;amp;USRI=strength+to+love"&gt;Strength to Love&lt;/a&gt;" are great examples of this. So is the book I just finished, James Weldon Johnson's "&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The-Autobiography-of-an-Ex-Colored-Man/James-Weldon-Johnson/e/9780679727538/?itm=6&amp;amp;USRI=the+autobiography+of+an+ex-colored+man"&gt;The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man&lt;/a&gt;". The main thing that interests me about biographies and autobiographies is the sequence of events that (at least in the writers eyes) helped chisel them into the person they grew to be. And again, thinking about their lives allows me to not think about my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those first three things I mentioned I normally normally take some time. Sometimes I only have a few minutes, if that, and still need to relax. This is especially true when I'm doing something like programming or debugging a program, or even grading. These are tasks that need to get done (hopefully quickly), so its not really easy for me to do work, hold a conversation, or read a book while doing them. So another of my favorite "vacations" is just music.&amp;nbsp;The selection depends a lot on my mood and setting. For example, I try not to listen to Tupac in the office too much (even with headphones) because I don't think my officemates will get the same relief from his lyrics (if they overhear it) as myself, but most of my 70s stuff is fair game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that others find this relief in different ways. So I'm curious, what provides a vacation for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-2727377724706128322?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/2727377724706128322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=2727377724706128322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/2727377724706128322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/2727377724706128322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-need-vacation_09.html' title='Do You Need a &quot;Vacation&quot;?'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-907480496925880690</id><published>2011-05-04T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:41:20.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestsellers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>What are you reading?</title><content type='html'>Over the past two years, I've really increased my reading. At first it was more of a religious thing - reading the Bible and different philosophical books (&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/If-God-Is-Love/Philip-Gulley/e/9780060816155/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=if+god+is+love"&gt;"If God is Love"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Critique-of-Pure-Reason/Immanuel-Kant/e/9781411428423/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=immanuel+kant"&gt;"Critique of Pure Reason"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;come to mind). Then it turned to historical reading - reading biographies and autobiographies of&amp;nbsp;the of people I respect&amp;nbsp;("&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Born-to-Rebel/Benjamin-E-Mays/e/9780820325231/?itm=2&amp;amp;USRI=born+to+rebel"&gt;Born to Rebel&lt;/a&gt;", "&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The-Autobiography-of-Martin-Luther-King-Jr/Martin-Luther-King-Jr/e/9780446676502/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=the+autobiography+of+martin+luther+king"&gt;The Autobiography of Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;/a&gt;", "&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Dreams-from-My-Father/Barack-Obama/e/9780307394125/?itm=6&amp;amp;USRI=dreams+of+my+father"&gt;Dreams From My Father&lt;/a&gt;", etc). And while these first two sets of books were enjoyable to read, they were not nearly as much fun as what I read (for the most part) now - just general stuff generally off the NYT bestsellers list or stuff that my friends are reading. I've really grown to appreciate fiction. I grew up watching movies, which are mostly fiction so this is not surprising to me. But movies are so limiting on our&amp;nbsp;imagination. We can't see the picture in our way because the director/producer gives us a picture and says "this is how you're supposed to see it". The beauty of a book is that there is so much left unsaid in the book that its left to the reader to wonder about (different facial expressions, if the speaker uses hand gestures, how deep the speaker's voice is, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reading has really increased over the past few years. Now I can probably get through a good book in a weekend, and another good book if I read during weekdays over lunch or dinner or on a walk. That said, I now get into a lot of conversations about books. A lot of these are of the type, "well if you liked this one, you'd love ...", or "in this book, I could really relate to...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a talk with some friends about reading interests. And it kinda surprised me that these friends were more interested in different types of nonfiction than fiction. I don't want to sound like I'm an anti-nonfiction guy, but I do see certain limitations in nonfiction. My main hindrance (and this is kinda why I diverged into fiction in the first place) is that it seems that most of the nonfiction books that I've read have a format of "here's whats wrong with the world and here's how to solve it", or more particularly "here's whats wrong with you and here's how to make yourself better".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This certainly doesn't classify all nonfiction books. I remember when I first moved from philosophical books, I read a lot of&amp;nbsp;memoirs&amp;nbsp;and autobiographies because they seemed more practical. Still, these books are sometimes hard to read as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a kid (maybe third grade, maybe younger) and my principal decided to show the movie &lt;a href="http://video.barnesandnoble.com/DVD/Roots/Marvin-J-Chomsky/e/85391144854/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=roots"&gt;"Roots"&lt;/a&gt; to the entire school in the auditorium. That movie was so hard to watch, yet so hard to turn away. And due to my age, it was hard to discern that these people in the movie are not the people I see in my everyday life. I remember that at the same time, my father had a guy he worked with who would come over and help with his computer. I was young, but I could understand a lot of what he was talking about. He would always compliment me on how smart I was and say things to encourage me. Oh, and this guy was White.&amp;nbsp;Well, I remember when I came home from seeing "Roots", the guy was at my house. I saw him leaving as I walked in the door. I greeted him as he left, then turned, went inside and told my mother, "mom, I hate him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize today how naive that statement was, but watching "Roots" brought up so much pain and anger that it made it hard to channel it correctly. And when I'm reading some of these memoirs of my heroes, I find myself often having to pause, and calm myself down. Normally I see it as a situation where they are faced with racism and have to deal with it accordingly. In my mind, I'll ask, "how would I have handled this situation"? But when I can't come to a conclusion that yields a different outcome, it gets pretty stressful and all I can do is hope that times have really changed as much as people say they have. I even had this problem with &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Kindred/Octavia-E-Butler/e/9780807083703"&gt;"Kindred" by Octavia Butler&lt;/a&gt;, a work of fiction which many of my friends love. I thought Dana handled many of the situations similar to how I would, but the outcomes (particularly when she was whipped) just made me pause. That was one of the hardest books for me to read. I feel somewhat bad, because I know I shouldn't discount a good writer in Octavia Butler because I found the book painful, but I have hesitated to read another of her works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, my favorite book is &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/A-Lesson-before-Dying/Ernest-J-Gaines/e/9780375702709/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=%22a+lesson+before+dying%22+by+earnest+j+gaines."&gt;"A Lesson Before Dying" by Earnest J Gaines&lt;/a&gt;. This is what I look for in most of my books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I like it so much that I use it as a basis for future books. So far I haven't found anything that touches on all the topics that this one does. In particular, I love the debate about Atheism vs Christianity and saving the guy's soul. Thats such a relevant debate, and instead of telling us how to think the book does a good job of describing both sides of the debate and the conflict that the main character is in. I really wish there were more books on this level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybe there are, and thats why I continue my search.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;But I'm curious to know what others are reading.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-907480496925880690?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/907480496925880690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=907480496925880690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/907480496925880690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/907480496925880690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-are-you-reading.html' title='What are you reading?'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-691013331928501402</id><published>2011-05-02T02:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:27:37.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osama Bin Laden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><title type='text'>Is there a right way to feel about tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So news just broke about the death of Osama Bin Laden. I have many reactions to this, including a sense of a conclusion of the terrorist attacks on America on September 11. But I'm surprised that I don't feel the remorse that some of my friends are showing on facebook. Is it because I never met Osama? Is it because of the thousands of deaths he's responsible for? Or does it mean that I just have a cruel heart? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the things I wonder about as my night comes to a close. People are reminding me of Proverbs 24:17, which says not to rejoice in your enemy's defeat. I understand that, but I wonder how these same people would react at similar moments in American history (the death of Hitler comes to mind). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've told myself and my friends that we are at war, and death is a consequence of war. But is this really the case. Was Osama actively engaged in this war, or had he resigned to a life away from it? I remember having actively different feelings when we killed Sadam Hussein. I thought he was more of a casualty of war than an active participant. But for some reason (media and political influence) I feEl like Osama was actively engaged in this. He continuously released tapes threatening America. His terrorist network was still conducting bombings. Does this mean he deserved death? I don't know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had an online conversation about what MLK would say. I have no doubt that he would be against this killing as he preached the power of love in all cases. As much as I'd like to day I believe in the power of love, I am much confused about it. For instance, was David practicing love when he was a soldier for King Saul? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or a more specific example that bafled me, say there is a burglar who breaks into my house and wants to rob me and my family. What is the loving thing to do? My first thought would be to try to reason with him, or at worse to use physical restraint. But what if that doesn't work? Should I just turn the other cheek, allowing him to kill me as well as my family? And would that be loving him? I'd think that if I were in his position, I'd expect the person I'm attacking to try to kill me in self defense. So would the universal law say that in this case, its okay to kill in self defense?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the logic I seem to have regarding war. I do not like war. I do not want to be in any wars. But some say that wars are necessary, and if this is the case, and if we believe that what we're fighting for is the ultimate truth, then its hard for me to argue with the consequences of war. Does this make me a bad person? I do think we need to continuously question if this "ultimate truth" we are fighting for is in fact ultimate, though, as many wars have been fought over unnecessary causes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-691013331928501402?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/691013331928501402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=691013331928501402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/691013331928501402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/691013331928501402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-there-right-way-to-feel-about.html' title='Is there a right way to feel about tonight?'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-339055861963556118</id><published>2010-12-10T12:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:09:05.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Do Exist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; color: #0a4b09;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;They Do Exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story about when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;See, I was confused and here's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;I said "irrational number, what’s that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;Infinite decimal, no pattern? Nah, can't be what it seems."&lt;br /&gt;So I dismissed them and called the teacher wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Said they can't exist, so let’s move along.&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is that nobody seemed to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they thought showing me was a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one teacher said "I can prove they exist to you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my friend, the square root of two."&lt;br /&gt;I figured it'd be the same ol' same ol', so I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Trying to show me infinity is like making gold from lead"&lt;br /&gt;So he replies, "Suppose you're right, what would that imply?"&lt;br /&gt;And immediately I thought of calling all my teachers lies.&lt;br /&gt;"What if it can be written in lowest terms, say p over q.&lt;br /&gt;Then if we square both sides we get a fraction for two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a little math and showed that p must be even.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, "if q is even, will you start believing?"&lt;br /&gt;I stood, amazed by what he was about to do.&lt;br /&gt;But I responded, "but we don't know anything about q"&lt;br /&gt;He says, "but we do know that p squared is a factor of 4.&lt;br /&gt;And that is equal to 2 q squared, like we said before."&lt;br /&gt;Then he divided by two and suddenly we knew something about q.&lt;br /&gt;He had just shown that q must be even too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing now that the fraction couldn't be in lowest terms&lt;br /&gt;a rational expression for this number cannot be confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;So I shook his hand and called him a good man.&lt;br /&gt;Because for once I could finally understand&lt;br /&gt;a concept that I had denied all my life,&lt;br /&gt;a concept that had caused me such strife.&lt;br /&gt;And as I walked away from the teacher's midst,&lt;br /&gt;Excited, I called him an alchemist and exhaled "THEY DO EXIST!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-339055861963556118?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/339055861963556118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=339055861963556118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/339055861963556118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/339055861963556118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2010/12/they-do-exist.html' title='They Do Exist!'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-699274605254399790</id><published>2010-10-31T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:54:57.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts on the Rally to Restore Sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/TM2sBB0o13I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UCa5KOCVBzs/s1600/DSC01175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/TM2sBB0o13I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UCa5KOCVBzs/s320/DSC01175.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've seen a lot of people thinking this rally was just a bunch of young folk with nothing better to do gathering together to watch a funny-man perform a skit with some musical interludes. Just because it wasn't a rally against the war, or in favor of LGBT rights, or workers rights, or some other specific cause doesn't make it a rally about nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon summed it up in his closing speech. Jon speaks about it on TDS every night. Every skit and all the songs performed addressed it in one way or another. The media has a role in a functioning democracy. And when all the media does is point fingers and preach fear, the media is not doing that job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a quote by Carter G. Woodson from "The Mis-education of the Negro", "When you control a man's mind, you need not worry what he'll do". This addresses a line of thinking that was prevalent in his time that the educated Blacks didn't have a responsibility to give back to their communities. That same quote applies today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Jon Stewart's rally was about isn't just one particular issue. It isn't about GOTV, or endorsing the democratic party or progressive issues. IMO, its bigger than all that. Because if we're not thinking, if we're just going to repeat what we've heard, and if the media both promotes and encourages this type of action, then the very foundation of our democracy is questionable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, instead of enlightening people's viewpoints on interactions between Muslims, Christians, Jews, and Buddhists, all the media does is say that each group should just fear the others, then it makes it very hard for any agreement to be reached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If instead of discussing gender equality issues, homosexuality issues, workers rights issues, etc., the media is just a source of propaganda, then the truth has little chance of seeing the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the rally was all about this message. And it was delivered to a smart crowd who understands whats at stake, not just in the election, but with the corporations getting rulings like the recent supreme court ruling that they can buy all the ad time they want, or with corporations finding ways to ship jobs overseas, or with wall street finding ways to take greater gambles with their money, all that and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum this up as a rally to promote couch potato do nothingism sponsored by a corporate giant with a friendly face plastered on front is a very narrow an IMO naive viewpoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-699274605254399790?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/699274605254399790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=699274605254399790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/699274605254399790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/699274605254399790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-thoughts-on-rally-to-restore-sanity.html' title='My Thoughts on the Rally to Restore Sanity'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/TM2sBB0o13I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UCa5KOCVBzs/s72-c/DSC01175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-2186429679365023652</id><published>2010-09-28T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:35:43.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Church</title><content type='html'>I've been calling for a reevaluation of the impact of the church on Black America for a while. I think there are a lot of good messages out there that talk about being sheep vs actually willing to challenge the principles of your religion and say "I disagree with the Bible" - shocking, I know. But if we accept what Jesus says that the only way NOT to get into heaven is to blaspheme the Holy Ghost, then that may be saying that what we really need to do is what Jesus did and start going into temples and knocking over tables and challenging preachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read King's autobiography and Phillip Gulley's book, "If God is Love", which both really challenged some of the principles I was taught growing up (a main one being that Gandhi went to hell). So much of the church "conversation" is really repeating a few select scriptures (John 3:16), but rarely do I hear people even willing to talk about what they should do when two verses seem to conflict one another (ex, Jesus saying that anyone who follows his command will be called a follower of Christ vs Paul defining Christians to be those who believe in the resurrection of Jesus Christ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting a new religion is kinda pointless to me, but I'd love for the church not to try to appoint people (pastors/bishops/popes/priests/etc) as God's "chosen people" as if their word comes straight from God with an ultimate understanding that we mere peasants couldn't think to understand, so we should just accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-2186429679365023652?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/2186429679365023652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=2186429679365023652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/2186429679365023652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/2186429679365023652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2010/09/black-church.html' title='The Black Church'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-3367916821976303780</id><published>2010-09-23T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:33:31.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Democrats, Dumb it Down</title><content type='html'>A message that is not getting out to the people because many of the smart/educated/elite democrats seem to think that the democratic way is just common sense, and people will just by default choose whats best for them. The fact that Sarah Palin can connect with so many people about this stuff is a testament to it. Part of it is different conspiracy theories about the President, but part of it is just the inept inability of democrats to get our message across. The only person I've seen doing a remotely good job at that (other than Obama on the election scene of 2008) has been Jon Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Democratic party needs right now is more people who can talk in everyday language about this stuff, and what it means. People seem to be underestimating the importance of presentations. You can have a theory that changes the world (ala universal health care), but if you can't convey that message, you're probably not going to convince anybody. I don't know who the PR person for the democratic party is, and progressives in particular, but they seriously need help. All I'm seeing is talking (even a smuggish laughter at certain sites) where people seem to think that because "we're not the Republican party" and "the Tea Party is sooooooo bad", we're going to win in November. Thats about the most foolish thing I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if a student doesn't understand what I'm teaching him in class, then he'll easily put down an answer that'll leave me scratching my head wondering how he got that, (sqrt(2)/2 = sqrt(), for example). But instead of letting it get to that point, its my job as the teacher to ensure that the message gets across. The Democratic party (and MSNBC, which tries to promote so many of the progressive values) seriously needs a revamp in how they're getting these messages across. I'd have thought that a revamp would have come after what happened with health care, but its just not happening. And I'm just left to wonder "are democrats that dense?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_an_w4OFPI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_an_w4OFPI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've been pretty pissed lately with the Democrats inability to get a message across. Keith Olbermann's show last night was a perfect example. There was a brilliant segment on small businesses, but nobody's going to watch the whole segment. Unless we can summarize this into an elevator speech that gets the point across, its just useless crap. Instead of just complaining though, I decided to do what I could to help out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of this segment: Small business is not well defined, and is being abused by republicans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we get this point across? Here are a few taglines that I thought of to summarize the message: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Republicans think PriceWaterHouseCoopers is a small business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - How can you have 30,000 employees and be called a small business? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - What should we be focused on saving - the mom and pop shops, or the big businesses? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - This is the same cycle all over again. Dems care about main street; Republicans care about wall street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - They say if they can't save the big businesses the old fashioned way, they'll just start calling the big businesses small and try to save them that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are several other(better) ways to say it, probably some with examples and stuff, but the point here is that we need to simplify the message we try to convey so that we can get it to reach more people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-3367916821976303780?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/3367916821976303780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=3367916821976303780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/3367916821976303780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/3367916821976303780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-democrats-dumb-it-down.html' title='Hey Democrats, Dumb it Down'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-3397327007807253149</id><published>2010-09-15T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:43:45.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexity of Education??</title><content type='html'>I many friends who are getting PhD's in education. Recently, one of my friends made the comment that so much work is being done to come up with new methods for teaching, and questioned why these methods are not being used in the classroom. I thought about this and responded with the question, "how complex is the problem of education?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about that for a few days now. I mean, at a basic level, it seems that the problem of educating a group of students can be seen as a transshipment problem. There is a single supplier, the teacher, and a set of demands, given by the students. The item being transported, though, is information and information doesn't seem to meet the standard metrics of this problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, how do you know if the information has been passed from teacher to student? How do we know if a student knows the information? One way of measuring this is through a test, but tests have their own biases and its very difficult to encapsulate all the information on the test. Plus, how do we know they learned the information vs just memorizing it? A second metric would be some type of a paper/writeup of what they learned. Again, this has its pros and cons, what if the student learned, but isn't a good writer? What if the student enjoys one part of the material more than others, and thus ignores some part of the lesson? Another metric could be based on the set of questions a student asks, but what about shy students or students who don't know they don't understand the material yet? I've also seen Other metrics such as games and having the students teach class posed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that we have some 'black box' which will tell us whether or not the student has learned the information, there is still the concept of passing information. Unlike passing materials (like a box), when I pass information to someone, I do not lose that information. In fact the opposite may happen, where I actually have more understanding of the information. So the standard supply and demand constraints of a transshipment problem do not apply. One could get around this by assuming that the teacher has an infinite supply of information, and thus is able to supply any number of students. It then becomes a transshipment problem where the teacher wants to find the a way of presenting the information so that each student learns the material. This also brings up a second question though about the teacher. If the teacher is limited in how much they know about the topic, then they are definitely limited in how much they can say about it, and the number of ways they can teach it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this brings up another difference between education and the transshipment problem, time. Generally, classes have some fixed length, say 50 minutes. So teachers need to find a set of ways to pass information to a classroom of, say 27 students, such that each student receives this information that takes no longer than 50 minutes. In today's world, this is relaxed a bit because in addition to office hours, teachers are able to provide teaching methods by way of the internet and email, but this only works for those who are acceptable to those methods of teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wondering about this problem. Where is it in the polynomial hierarchy? Is it in the polynomial hierarchy? How much relaxations like "we'll use the metric of tests or standardized tests to judge how much a student has learned" help simplify the problem? What is lost in this doing things this way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some thoughts on the subject. I'm really curious about how well this has been studied in terms of general complexity though. I do see a journal which has sparked my interest. Its called &lt;a href="http://ejournals.library.ualberta.ca/index.php/complicity"&gt;Complicity: An International Journal of Complexity and Education&lt;/a&gt;. I think I'll give a few articles a read in my spare time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-3397327007807253149?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/3397327007807253149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=3397327007807253149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/3397327007807253149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/3397327007807253149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2010/09/complexity-of-education.html' title='Complexity of Education??'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-1016854805177704002</id><published>2010-01-02T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:50:15.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Cause I Feel Like Writing Tonight...</title><content type='html'>I really appreciate these post-college moments of clarity that seem to appear so often in my life right now. I don't mean those high-school-like moments of isolation, where I'm wondering who likes me, who doesn't like me, who are my friends, who are my enemies, what certain people think of me, who I'm going to take to the prom and the hundreds of other questions that seem to invade the adolescent mind who's trying to find a way to fit into the world around him. And in college it seems that I was always either studying or partying or clubbing or getting ready for grad school in so many different ways that I didn't have much time for these moments. But in this post-college, pre-'real' work world, I feel like these moments occur a lot more often. I'm talking about time when I'm sitting alone in my office thinking about stuff, or when I'm driving home from work, just sitting on the beltway, the only car in sight with a lot of time to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These moments are the perfect time to sit and reflect on whatever's going on in my life: whether it be different ways to try to pass qualifying exams, determination of what to do in my research, or more complicated problems like my personal life. When its just me and my thoughts, I have an opportunity to just sit back and think about stuff from a few different angles without fear of embarrassment or harassment and without causing an argument (as I often do). Or maybe I can sit and think about (or blog about) an argument I had in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take, for example, an incident with a young lady I was dating a month or two ago. I'm gonna go ahead and put the incident up on here because its pretty likely that I'll never talk to her again. She did say she'd like to remain friends, but with some of the statements she threw at me, I don't know if thats gonna happen. But in thinking about this, I'm forced to wonder how often this type of incident happens when two professional or career oriented people are trying to date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what happened on our last supposed date is that she invited me out - asked me to meet her later - but never got back to me. This kinda upset me because at first she was pretty responsive saying it'd be just a few minutes and that she'd keep me posted on what was going on. But unfortunately I never heard back from her that night. So, after about about two hours of waiting, I kinda got frustrated and sent a message that ended with 'holla at me when you've got time for me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna pause in my story right here because I can just hear my friends in women's studies talking to me about the pressure I'm putting on a woman by forcing her to choose between her relationship and her career. In fact, I had had this very conversation while she was studying for the bar, and when she first started her job. There was a time that a similar thing happened in the past, and I tried to be understanding in terms of the stress that her career puts on her (whether I actually was or not is another question, but I really didn't show ANY anger over it at this first occasion). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what some see as a choice between a career and a relationship, I see as merely respect for another person. On this example I pointed out above, what upset me wasn't that she couldn't meet me. Remember it was her idea to meet up. I would have been just fine sitting in my office and finishing up my work. But instead, I had to get in my car, run home and get in the shower and try to put on some nice clothes, get ready to go out, and THEN basically get stood up. And if she had called me and said, "hey, I'm not going to have that free time tonight after all", then I would have been able to just go back to my work and its all forgotten. But I didn't want to start reading a paper or thinking of a proof and then get a call like "I'll meet you at the movie theater in 30 mins" cause then I'd have all this math on my mind and might not want to leave if I'm in the middle of a good thought, and if I'm in the theater, my mind will start wandering and stuff. So basically, for about three hours (an hour after that text), I'm sitting there wondering if I'm going out tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really talk again til one day she IM's me. What I found really messed up was that she didn't even mention the situation. I thought that was kinda weird so I went ahead and brought it up. I figured she'd have a legit explanation of what happened (and she kinda did), but she didn't (or refused to) explain why she didn't let me know. In fact, she responded to that by saying that I was "once again trying to guilt her". I don't know exactly what that means, but I was really expecting an apology if we were to ever really talk again. Even with the explanation she gave, which is legit, I just don't see whats wrong with me feeling like a dude who got shitted on. Instead, she takes my desire to have her respect my time as being "needy" and that I couldn't handle her position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that relationship is over. The friendship might be able to be salvaged. But the question on my mind is how common is this. Not with her in particular, but with a lot of my female friends who speak about similar problems with men who can't handle their success. I kinda see what she did to me as a defense mechanism to protect her from feeling any guilt in the situation. I'd be more than willing to say that I was a part of the problem. I mean, listening to her explanation, I can understand her state of mind and thus her frustration with my text. But to act as if I did that because I couldn't handle a successful woman? I just think thats crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that could easily just be her nice way of saying "listen bro, I like you, but I don't like-like you", and if so, then this was all just for philosophical reasons. But if people are going around saying that guys who expect a woman to feel bad for treating them wrong are needy or can't handle a successful woman, then that just might be a part of why you're still single (now if I could just answer that question for myself).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-1016854805177704002?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/1016854805177704002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=1016854805177704002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/1016854805177704002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/1016854805177704002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2010/01/moments-of-clarity.html' title='Just Cause I Feel Like Writing Tonight...'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-7135595211493158362</id><published>2009-09-23T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:25:53.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What'd You Just Call Me?</title><content type='html'>A nice guy is quickly growing to the top of things I don't want to be called. I feel like that places some kind of unnecessary burden onto my shoulders that implies that I'm going to do things that a 'typical' guy wouldn't. For instance, how can I break up with a girl and still be a nice guy? I can try all I want to explain it to her, to consider her feelings, to make it seem like its gonna be okay, but if she still likes me, she'll find a reason to hate me and no matter what I do, she'll explain that reason to herself and spread it reason as why I'm not a nice guy. Then my whole attempt at being nice will have been futile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things that are assumed about nice guys that I just don't like. One is the assumption of being a pushover. I learned long ago (back when I found out I couldn't fight) that its much safer to just look like you can fight, or even better to have a mean mug on your face that makes people think "I could probably take him, but it wouldn't be an easy fight". In that way, I've managed to survive some dire situations in schools. But are nice guys allowed to look mean? Or is a nice guy also supposed to be the guy who comes home crying to his girl cause he got his ass kicked and then she can play some mommy role and tell him "baby it'll be alright". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said though, I'm tired of people thinking that because I'm some kind of "nice guy", that its beyond my character to talk bad about somebody, or even criticize them. I mean, where I'm from we call it jon'in (its so hard to write down words I've only heard spoken) and we used to be able to go at it for hours at a time. Now, I'm in an academic setting and I understand that with this (as with most work environments), there's a lot more of an attempt to be politically correct and not hurt feelings. That I understand. But if you make a statement that deserves criticism, don't think I won't call you stupid just because you call me a nice guy. Not only that, but sometimes trash talk is just the proper etiquette. I mean, how much fun is a game of spades without some trash talk? How can I watch football with a Ravens fan or a Cowboys fan and not make jokes about them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats another thing - the whole need to 'discuss' things. I love a good conversation. Thats how I met most of my friends and how I meet new people. I believe there's an unappreciated art to a conversation that I try to enjoy. But that being said, some people do not enter a conversation to converse (how different of a world would we live in if conversate was a word?). Some people want to lecture, criticize, or spout an agenda. Having a conversation with some people is like trying to convince Rush Limbaugh to vote for Obama. Now the 'nice guy' in me says to show them the flaws in their logic and they'll eventually come around. But the 'typical guy' in me says to tell them to STFU. That may not win me many brownie points but I think it gets my point across that I don't want to hear that and I don't want them ruining an otherwise beautiful conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other thing about being a nice guy is that you're only the nice guy until there's an argument. From that point on, just like the girl you broke up with, you'll be that guy who has the wrong opinion on religion, or abortion, or gay rights, or whatever else you choose to disagree on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the term 'nice guy' is really just a new way of saying "I like you, but I don't 'like you' like you". Its that whole "we can be friends, but not boyfriend/girlfriend" talk all over again, but with more implied meaning and less actual statements. Everybody has their flaws and their ways of doing things that aren't so 'nice', but when we generalize and say a person is nice, its like we're asking them to put on a mask and not show that 'bad' side of them. Or maybe, a guy is called 'nice' because he actually tries to hide his 'bad' side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it doesn't work for me. So I no longer look forward to being called a 'nice guy'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now I know I'm gonna have friends jumping to the other extreme and thinking that I'm all of a sudden trying to be an artificial bad boy....like I'm Fabulous/Puffy/Ja Rule/etc. or something. I hope you find that as funny as I do)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-7135595211493158362?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/7135595211493158362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=7135595211493158362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/7135595211493158362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/7135595211493158362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/09/whatd-you-just-call-me.html' title='What&apos;d You Just Call Me?'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-4753869442994198736</id><published>2009-05-17T22:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:17:57.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gays military'/><title type='text'>He's Not Superman</title><content type='html'>There's a quote from The Princess Bride that says, "Don't rush a miracle. You try to rush a miracle and you get rotton miracles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is a quote from a fictional character who was asked to do the seemingly impossible task of bringing the hero back to life. But this is the thought that was going through my mind when &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqL-bRtHfz4"&gt;Rachel Maddow interviewed Lt. Dan Choi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with the policy of "Don't Ask Don't Tell". But I didn't agree with the way Lt. Dan Choi went about with this. I can understand one side of it is the discussion that he may have wanted to get the wheels in motion. But it seems more like he did this in attempt to MAKE Obama hurry up with this legislation. Maybe some feel that President Obama should hurry up with the legislation - I mean he closed Guantanamo Bay immediately, he called back several Bush policies in his first days in office, why not just do this too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a complicated question in my book and I don't know the answers to it. But I remember in grade school learning that even when I thought the teacher was wrong, or that I was within the rules, its not always best to get into a shouting match or to question their authority. Whether we agree or disagree with a law in question, breaking that law is "breaking the law" and there is a punishment for breaking the law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonviolent resistence is all about not following unjust laws, but its also about accepting the consequences and using these irrationality of these consequences to further make your point. So what Lt. Dan Choi does next will be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think its very important to understand who's for and against gays in the military, and how complicated the issue may be. We already have issues with "coming out of the closet" in the non-military US. I cannot imagine what that would be like in the military. How would the other soldiers treat their fellow openly gay soldiers? How much would need to be spent to prevent hate crimes in the military? What about ensuring that all the generals on the ground are not being biased with things like who's on the front line, who's getting promoted, or even who they will let serve under them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the issues that come off the top of my head. I understand this is an urgent issue, particularly to those who are risking their lives to protect us here at home but are forced to lie about their sexuality. But I also feel like there is a bit of people buying into the hype about President Obama being able to fix every wrong of this country with the flip of a switch. To paraphrase EnVogue, "He's not our Superman".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-4753869442994198736?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/4753869442994198736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=4753869442994198736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/4753869442994198736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/4753869442994198736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-not-superman.html' title='He&apos;s Not Superman'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-8128794639390643839</id><published>2009-05-17T06:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:17:41.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Romantic Comedies??</title><content type='html'>I just gotta know, do I lose my man-card for this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bored lately and it seems there's always a decent romantic comedy on. Today I just watched "You, Me, and Dupree". Before that I watched "Good Luck Chuck", Then there's "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days", "He's Just Not That Into You", "Just Friends", ... I can go on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel bad cause I only talk(ed) about these movies with my ex-girlfriends/dates. And actually I was using dates as an excuse to go and see these movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I migit be addicted to them. Is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-8128794639390643839?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/8128794639390643839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=8128794639390643839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/8128794639390643839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/8128794639390643839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/05/guys-and-romantic-comedies.html' title='Guys and Romantic Comedies??'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-1112764247433412207</id><published>2009-05-07T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:17:22.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playoffs instead of Primaries??</title><content type='html'>So I was driving around in my car today and I was just doing some thinking. Right now the talk of the town (at least on radio) is the NBA and NHL playoffs. I'm a big fan of these playoffs matchups (much more than the regular seasons in these sports). I think I'd like college football a lot more if they had a playoff system - its just too hard to concentrate on that many bowl games over a 2 week period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was switching back and forth between talk about the NHL playoffs and how the Caps are doing (Go Caps!!) and talk about elections in India on NPR. The talk about elections in India reminded me of a conversation I had last week where somebody pointed out the problems associated with a multi-party system - basically that while a majority is still needed in congress, no single party has a majority so its a lot harder for bills to pass. I'm not sure if the elections act in a similar way (I'd think not because they were talking about "round 4 of elections in India"), but this got me to thinking how would the primaries work if we had them set up as like a playoffs type system? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think of it right now, its kinda like a playoff system where the Democrats are the NFC and the Republicans are the AFC. The primaries are like the conference championship games and the November elections are like the Super Bowl (I'm going to stick to the football analogy since thats my favorite sport). But how would this system look under a different structure? What other structures are possible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about the primary system that I don't really care for is that it seems to eliminate third parties and third party candidates. So what if instead of the two round system we have now, we added more "rounds" of primaries where candidates go against some of these lesser known parties or maybe lesser funded candidates? Maybe this would be similar to the "wild card" round of the playoffs. One immediate question that I think of is, "how do we choose which candidates to go against one another"? Or who gets to vote in which primary? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposing that we did something like this, and it eliminated political parties all together, then we could adopt something similar to the NCAA tournament where the candidates are all put into some magical box which decides who to put into each primary. Then people would be able to register for the primary of their favorite candidate and go cast their votes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this is should the candidates go in head to head battles (similar to the November elections) or in one vs the rest battles (similar to the primaries as they currently are)? I'm not really a fan of the one vs all battles because again, I think they tend to favor the major political parties. But if instead, we were to engage in a series of head to head matchups, there's more of a chance that a third party candidate could emerge - either out of the public outrage against one of the major candidate, or just because that third party candidate actually represents the public interests better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. This is just some stuff that was on my mind as I was driving and switching back and forth through some talk radio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-1112764247433412207?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/1112764247433412207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=1112764247433412207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/1112764247433412207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/1112764247433412207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/05/playoffs-instead-of-primaries.html' title='Playoffs instead of Primaries??'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-7355925646167187966</id><published>2009-04-28T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:16:28.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Arguing?</title><content type='html'>I love discussions that lead to enlightenment, &lt;br /&gt;not them tit for tat arguments. &lt;br /&gt;But nowadays, its hard to tell them apart from one another. &lt;br /&gt;We disagree and its like I insulted your mother. &lt;br /&gt;Then I start gettin the third degree, &lt;br /&gt;wonderin if I should fight back violently, &lt;br /&gt;vigorously? &lt;br /&gt;Its just rediculuous that it always comes to this - &lt;br /&gt;a heated debate until we both walk away; &lt;br /&gt;neither thinking they're wrong; &lt;br /&gt;and neither willing to just get along. &lt;br /&gt;So since nobody's quiet, &lt;br /&gt;it sounds like a riot, &lt;br /&gt;people lookin strangely at us wonderin whats up. &lt;br /&gt;Is it really that serious? &lt;br /&gt;Does this stuff even matter to us? &lt;br /&gt;Or did the presence of an argument cause us to lose focus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-7355925646167187966?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/7355925646167187966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=7355925646167187966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/7355925646167187966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/7355925646167187966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/04/arguments.html' title='Why We Arguing?'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-5021711289841762726</id><published>2009-04-22T17:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:35:12.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Aint Easy</title><content type='html'>I play around with math to relieve the stress. &lt;br /&gt;Pen and pad in hand wonderin what's next. &lt;br /&gt;I've got friends callin me up - takin sides, &lt;br /&gt;and close family who just died - and I aint even cry. &lt;br /&gt;Just took it in stride, and all those emotions and pain, just held 'em inside. &lt;br /&gt;Its like I aint got a friend in the world. &lt;br /&gt;got a million and one problems I don't even tell my girl. &lt;br /&gt;But thats the game and I'll be damned if a thing changes. &lt;br /&gt;Its no love for a guy from the streets tryin to make it legally, &lt;br /&gt;to I turn to poetry. &lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin you, It aint easy bein me. &lt;br /&gt;Some hear me complain and say I'm to blame or call me insane. &lt;br /&gt;its like its a big game, and me even tryin to win is hopeless&lt;br /&gt;So I sit silent through all the commotion&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally wavin hi to the people passin by. &lt;br /&gt;It aint easy bein me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep cause I'm dreamin conspiracy theories, &lt;br /&gt;wake up sweaty and steamin cause I'm on to what they thinkin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably paranoid but I've heard stories of my boys &lt;br /&gt;who've been through it before. &lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go through it again, &lt;br /&gt;so I'm wathin who I'm callin a friend. &lt;br /&gt;I sit and wonder why it is the way it is, &lt;br /&gt;but meanwhile I've got my thoughts on these kids, &lt;br /&gt;cause I don't want them to see me like this, &lt;br /&gt;expectin a life with no happiness. &lt;br /&gt;But it aint easy. &lt;br /&gt;They sit and watch Obama representin&lt;br /&gt;and I'm wonderin about a society that'd rather see em in prison. &lt;br /&gt;Gettin calls from my dad to make sure I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm quiet, he tells me to just take it in stride. &lt;br /&gt;But even he's pesterin me about finishin this degree&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin you, It aint Easy bein me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-5021711289841762726?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/5021711289841762726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=5021711289841762726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/5021711289841762726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/5021711289841762726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-aint-easy.html' title='It Aint Easy'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-4488212411324977133</id><published>2009-02-07T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:35:12.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Loving Hate (Blinded by Love part 2)</title><content type='html'>See, we grow up and we're taught these two emotions - love and hate - and we never get to know love, so we just appreciate hate. We thrive on controversy, with emotions raging to the point where we can't stand the calm and patient. If patience is a virtue that leads to long life, then frustration is that ugly cousin vice that feels so right - I mean momentarily mad, but ultimately we glad cause its that emotion we're used to, so we know what to do, and so we never learn about those virtues, and never know that thing called love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aint the way it always was, we tried to give love its fair share. We all have those stories of when we first thought we had it, thought we'd found it. This goes back to a simpler time, before corrupted minds, being meddled with by e-harmony ads on the sublime, sayin its so easy to find and time after time after time, or should I say story after story after story, we stop callin it love and resist the emotion, hopin that'll save us from the sadness and the mysery, but instead it sements sadness into our memory. We vow not to ride the roller-coaster of love, so we stay on the kiddy rides of "I hurt you cause I like you", knowin that thats not true, but its much easier to make her mad than it is to have her make you sad. So we grow to love hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-4488212411324977133?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/4488212411324977133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=4488212411324977133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/4488212411324977133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/4488212411324977133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving-hate-blinded-by-love-part-2.html' title='Loving Hate (Blinded by Love part 2)'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-5526901346981586376</id><published>2009-02-05T14:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:35:12.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difficult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Do you know what its like to be all alone? Some people say they do and they play along. But they don't know what its like to really be all alone. They say they do, but they don't know alone. I don't mean alone like losing a girl or a friend. And I don't mean depressed wishing for your life to end. Truth is, these eries are SEEN by others eyes. Some say sadness is just a part of life. So they'll pat your back and say it'll be alright. See, sadness, people can relate to. But what do you do when nobody can relate to you? And I don't mean the teen, "Nobody understands me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean bein the gleam in their eyes, so bright that your very existence is considered right - a miracle of God. Like where you've got a job that's so hard to get that even mentioning it makes you the shit. And even though you love what you do, it makes you miserable cause its stuff nobody can relate to. So you make a hobby outta talkin to yourself. Can't nobody understand your questions so you answerin em for yourself. Its nowhere to go for help, nobody to talk to. There are people who did it before, but even they confused. They provide advice, but they're worried about the problems in their own life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a road only paved for the few, and I've still got some pavin left to do. Picture that childhood dream that seems impossible to pursue, so most just dream different, set their goals on what they know they can accomplish, only to later in their mid-life crisis, wonder if they coulda accomplished this. But I heard about the struggle and still took the hard road - ignored the naysayers tryin to add to my load. It got to the point where I could see the dream clearly, and right there in the center was me smiling happy. But now when I look up, I aint seein the same stuff. That picture done changed to the point where I don't know what's up. And that's the part of the hard road that wasn't in the brochure. Nobody explained that there'd be NOBODY next to you. I never knew there'd be nobody to talk to, nobody to ask whats goin on. So I sit alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-5526901346981586376?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/5526901346981586376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=5526901346981586376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/5526901346981586376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/5526901346981586376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/02/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-5086871091858421293</id><published>2009-02-03T08:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:19:03.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules to live by'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pot of gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Changes to Success</title><content type='html'>These days just aint the same, but I'm resistant to change - like a kid in a new house this world is just gettin strange. So much, so soon, it all seems so new. This stuff I'm not used to: the women the stress, the life, the death, threats in the church of goin to hell, with nobody to tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no guide, no rules to live by, nobody to ask the when's and why's. Instead we try to make it every day and every way. We listen to what works, who did what, and who got caught. Some stories are true and some just fairy tales, but we still listen like little kids sittin on grandpa's knee talkin about all he had done, and all he'd overcome. We listen to the stories and try to guess the secret to success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that secret's like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. So we search and we search and we search until we lose faith in the search and start to question if this secret even exists. We're told to have faith, which makes us wait longer and longer til that day when fate overcomes faith and we say that there's no way that this way will lead to success. So next we try a new way until we've found it, or we realize that there's no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and we're left with nowhere to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-5086871091858421293?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/5086871091858421293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=5086871091858421293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/5086871091858421293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/5086871091858421293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/02/changes-to-success.html' title='Changes to Success'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-8412472137652396436</id><published>2009-01-26T10:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:35:12.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enemies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envy'/><title type='text'>Bottled Up</title><content type='html'>I've got bottles on top of bottles sittin' inside me. See, I keep things bottled up cause I don't like talkin 'bout what's inside me. So I've got a bottle for love and a bottle for hate; a bottle for friends and a bottle for enemies; a bottle for all them girls I used to date, and a bottle for all those who envy me. I've got a bottle for the respect I feel I'm due, and a bottle for the bullshit I go through. I've got a bottle for relationships right next to the bottle for love, and a bottle for shit at the club. I've got bottles on top of bottles and they pilin up every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say to let go - that these bottles just aint the way. They try and warn me - afraid my bottles will overflow. But they just don't get it - how I keep my bottles low. But they got bottles in them like I got bottles in me. So rather than worrying bout me, I open my ear for listening. I ask about their bottle's content, and relat to whats in it. And with each of their stories, my bottles are emptied. I don't know what it does for them, but I'm kinda stingy, cause listening to their stories is just a relief to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, its kinda like a song that speaks to your soul, or a book that takes you back to being 10 years old. I used to have a bottle called nobody understands me - and so the story of my life was the look for understanding. But just when this bottle was about to topple over, I heard someone say that they were just like me. and he emptie his bottles by writing about his day. The stuff inside the bottle, was just ink for his pen. I listened to his story, and felt my bottles emptied just by listening in. And since then, I've added bottle after bottle after bottle and I'll probably add a new bottle tomorrow. But the bottles stopped bothering me when I realized my bottles weren't unique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-8412472137652396436?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/8412472137652396436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=8412472137652396436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/8412472137652396436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/8412472137652396436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2009/01/bottled-up.html' title='Bottled Up'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-1597967082362516235</id><published>2008-12-15T11:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:19:16.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Research vs Homework</title><content type='html'>i don't know how these two things differ in other fields, but it seems there's a key difference between research and homework. Sure, they both involve solving problems, generally using methods previously discovered. But homework is normally structured in a much nicer format than research. Generally homework questions come at the end of a chapter which just introduced a new theoretical framework for solving problems. So these homework problems will generally just test a student's ability to put this theoretical framework into action (even if its the theoretical action of a proof). Sometimes these problems will ask you to go back a few chapters and use other theoretical work as well, but thats the most they ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research is a different beast in itself. The research problems are generally just concepts that somebody notices or thinks up, so something that can seem obvious may be really hard to prove (see Goldbach Conjecture). Further, there's no general recipe for all the type of things you'll need in research. And if it happens that you need something that you haven't yet learned, then I guess you've got some studying to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about this right now because I just finished working on a research problem that was pretty annoying. When I first heard the problem proposed, I knew very little about integer programming or linear programming. I had related the problem to the Maximum Independent Set (MIS) problem and felt pretty annoyed that because the MIS problem is NP-Complete (lets just say really hard), I wouldn't be able to get further. Back then, I simply wrote computer programs to try to enumerate all the feasible solutions - but stopped when I was able to prove that the programs would take a long LONG time to finish. I was able to solve some smaller instances of the problem by hand and left the larger instances alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekend, I went back to the larger instances. Initially I started with some of those same thoughts, and the lazy programmer in me just wanted to write a nested for loop and call it a day. But again, being able to see how long that program would take to run, I kept doing things to increase the running time of the program and was able to finish up that larger case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key improvement I made this weekend was formulating the problem as an integer program and solving the LP relaxation (with a little bit of branch and bound). This seems like such an obvious way to approach the problem to my mind today, but I received so much resistance from my co-authors when I initially proposed this as a way of tackling this problem that I just gave in. But after they were unable to move past a few different enumeration techniques, this idea came back into my head with positive results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to wrap my head around this whole "research" concept. I know that I fell in love with it in undergrad, but each problem seems to possess its own uniqueness. I remember when I was taking proof based math classes, I would systematically attack homework problems: &lt;br /&gt;- What am I trying to prove? &lt;br /&gt;- What are the key terms in the assumption? &lt;br /&gt;- What are the key terms in the conclusion? &lt;br /&gt;- Are there any theorems that relate these key terms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally by the time I've gotten to the fourth question, I can get to a proof. Its not so simple in research. First of all, I don't generally know what I'm trying to prove, except that its unproven. Sometimes, its helpful to make a claim like "I'm trying to prove a matrix is totally unimodular", but if I'm unable then it doesn't mean that the matirxis NOT totally unimodular, it means that I haven't proven that it is totally unimodular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I'm normally asking a question that can be formulated in many different ways. So the idea of key terms depends a whole lot on which format I choose to work with. Sometimes it doesn't matter, but other times after the research has been completed I'll see why I couldn't have come to the same result with a different format. But things are always easier after the fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third, unlike homework where we're working out of a standard text book, research is just building on whats already been done. There may be a theorem that was discovered last month (and hence not in any text book) that helps me to proceed with a given format. But I won't know this by simply looking at a text book. So another part of it is looking back and forth at research journals and publications. Or as was the case with this weekend, I may need to look at other areas. This may provide me with a different way of looking at the problem that makes the question being asked more concrete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do think that the way I learned to break down homework problems can be an effective way of doing research, but its a much more iterative process (hence the "re" in research).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-1597967082362516235?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/1597967082362516235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=1597967082362516235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/1597967082362516235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/1597967082362516235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2008/12/research-vs-homework.html' title='Research vs Homework'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-867288908059196777</id><published>2008-12-06T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:18:43.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded by Love</title><content type='html'>I was blinnnnnnd&lt;br /&gt;dead by love&lt;br /&gt;of the friendship we had built. &lt;br /&gt;I had never &lt;br /&gt;thought of you in that way&lt;br /&gt;I had never&lt;br /&gt;until that day&lt;br /&gt;that we became more than friends. &lt;br /&gt;It seemed so right&lt;br /&gt;it seemed just like&lt;br /&gt;it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;til that day when we&lt;br /&gt;talked about dating seriously&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we disagreed&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was something about me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you never liked me&lt;br /&gt;but that breakup really hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blinnnnnd&lt;br /&gt;dead by love&lt;br /&gt;or was it love &lt;br /&gt;or was it just us&lt;br /&gt;fucking? &lt;br /&gt;was it just us&lt;br /&gt;laying there in the bed&lt;br /&gt;fucking?&lt;br /&gt;til the condom slipped off&lt;br /&gt;and I lost my head&lt;br /&gt;wondering if we should wed&lt;br /&gt;til the condom slipped off&lt;br /&gt;and you came and said&lt;br /&gt;that your friend&lt;br /&gt;missed a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blind&lt;br /&gt;dead by love&lt;br /&gt;by images of you and me&lt;br /&gt;living happily&lt;br /&gt;that made me &lt;br /&gt;lose sight&lt;br /&gt;of reality&lt;br /&gt;my immagination ran away with me&lt;br /&gt;you played my heart&lt;br /&gt;perfectly&lt;br /&gt;had me write you &lt;br /&gt;poetry&lt;br /&gt;even after you had told me&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I blamed me&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do things differently&lt;br /&gt;to go back in time&lt;br /&gt;and make you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-867288908059196777?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/867288908059196777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=867288908059196777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/867288908059196777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/867288908059196777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2008/12/blinded-by-love.html' title='Blinded by Love'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-6517535009927161145</id><published>2008-12-01T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:19:35.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275051621287702130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STS_gEqzrnI/AAAAAAAAABE/pC_XxxmgH18/s200/mathmatters.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 189px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta say that I love math. I really don't hear that enough in my everyday life. It seems like many people around me, even in academia, see math as merely a means to an end, or as high school hurdle that they once stumbled over and thankfully never have to use again. Well, this is not a blog to convince anybody else to like math. Its just an expression of how much I like math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I was introduced to math kinda by mistake. What I mean by 'math' here is the math I took after set theory. See, prior to this stuff, I pretty much hated math. I especially hated that we weren't allowed to use programming calculators on tests. See, I had somewhat of an affair with computer programming back in high school. This affair lasted until about my sophomore or junior year of college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that math was stupid. My theory was who wants to sit and add up numbers all day? What would be the point of just using formulas that have already been discovered? I especially grew irritated when I would learn something like the Law of Sines, Law of Cosines, how to invert a matrix, or how to use row reduction to solve a system of equations. I would learn these things first by programming things into a calculator. Then I was told I couldn't use these programs on tests, which only frustrated my relationship with math. What's the point of using 20th century teaching methods to teach math to a 21st century classroom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember entering college with a major in computer science. I was a pretty good programmer and this was the middle of the dot com era, when everybody was making money on the Internet. It just so happened that a computer science major at my undergrad consists of so many math classes that all I needed to have a math minor were a few classes - among these classes was set theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set theory was a class that changed my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class was like philosophy and debate for mathematicians, complete with paradoxes and all. But this was more structured than my debate classes in high school. In high school, we had topics like "Capital Punishment is Justified" and had to argue either the affirmative or the negative. The person who won was the person who made the better arguments or spoke more eloquently - not the one who spoke the truth (because truth here is ambiguous). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In math, its all about the truth! We assume only the basic necessities (which are agreed upon) and prove EVERYTHING else. There's no room for ambiguity and no room for errors. That's just beautiful to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first proved the irrationality sqrt(2). All through middle school, I can remember being told that certain numbers are irrational, but never really understood what that meant or why it was true. When I first saw that proof, it was just an amazing sight. And the most beautiful thing is that each step followed logically from the one before it, and step one was just a statement of the assumption. There was no citing a survey, or claim that "correlation implies causation". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just pure beauty. And what made it more beautiful was its simplicity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't often get to talk with people who share this same love of math, but when I do get such an occurrence I sit and smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm smiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-6517535009927161145?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/6517535009927161145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=6517535009927161145' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/6517535009927161145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/6517535009927161145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-and-math.html' title='Me and Math'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STS_gEqzrnI/AAAAAAAAABE/pC_XxxmgH18/s72-c/mathmatters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-799165741838103878</id><published>2008-11-30T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:19:55.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them be artists!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was just in a discussion about the new show on Comedy Central, "Chocolate News". This seems like an ongoing discussion I'm having with my friends, with me being on different sides at different times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the criticism of "Chocolate News" is that it reinforces too many Black stereotypes, and isn't thought provoking enough. I have raised these same criticisms of commercial hip hop today. I bring this up because I do understand this criticism and I feel it has its place. But I feel that its being used too often to generalize too many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are claims that "Chocolate News" is not thought provoking and only reinforces stereotypes. I watched the episode from last Wednesday (11/26) and found it pretty interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a skit about Nickelodian hiring a Black guy to do a TV Show. These are some of the questions posed that I'm sure are going on in many of our heads about many of these networks, including: &lt;br /&gt;- why don't they have any Black shows?&lt;br /&gt;- why do the few Black shows that they do have always seem to fail? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say that the show isn't above criticism, but just because a show has a skit with a Black person with gold teeth it doesn't mean the show can't be thought provoking. I feel like some are so quick to run away from certain labels (stereotypes) of our community that we do everything possible to avoid that label. So what's left - particularly in Black America - is that those of us who are ignoring these labels are unable to understand those of us who have these labels. I know there's a stereotype that Blacks LOVE fried chicken, but there do actually exist Blacks who like fried chicken. So to label any skit that shows an example of this as a reinforcement of stereotypes places a great limit on an artist's creative ability. The same goes for many other stereotypes that it seems like the moment we see one, we're turning into the police and calling an artist names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These limited views of what's good versus bad reminds me more of how people like C. Delores Tucker and Tipper Gore attacked Hip Hop because it spoke of violence and contained graphic language, ignoring the actual content of the songs. Thats what I feel like is being done with "Chocolate News". I really wonder how many people who are criticizing the show are actually watching it, versus just seeing the commercials and saying "that's not right". What it really reminds me of more is an artist being called 'a sellout' or 'an uncle tom' for sharing his artistic vision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the show is not above criticism, and I have seen skits that I have been heavily critical of. But I don't like to throw around these trigger words like 'stereotype' without a more precise description of why they believe this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-799165741838103878?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/799165741838103878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=799165741838103878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/799165741838103878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/799165741838103878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-them-be-artists.html' title='Let them be artists!!!!'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-3419868848651304359</id><published>2008-11-19T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:20:12.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weight Loss</title><content type='html'>I was just reading &lt;a href="http://theplungemylifestylechangestory.blogspot.com/"&gt;ThummyB's blog&lt;/a&gt; about healthy eating and was inspired to write about my own experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of several men in my family getting sick at about the same time, as well as my Aunt's recent death, I'd been thinking about making some changes in my own life. All through college I had been about 210, and when I got to grad school I went up to about 220. Well, it just so happened that the week that two of my uncles had strokes I was at about 230 (all while my liscense said I weigh 185). Add to that that my father has diabetes and its not too hard to imagine that I was concerned about my weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not that I hadn't tried weight loss before. I tried some things similar to the Atkins diet, I tried a high fiber diet, I tried working out more....I tried a lot of things. But after about a week or so of each, I wasn't getting results and so my impatient self would go back to my old eating habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I started dating a vegetarian that the idea came to me to actually start eating more vegetables. I also had the privilege of going with my dad to see his nutritionist, who recommended that we both eat more vegetables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was an age old thing that grandma had been telling me for ages. This couldn't be the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was a bit more serious about eating healthy and definitely focused on this. I wasn't even thinking about weight loss, except that I probably wouldn't lose any weight without working out, and since I'm too lazy to work out regularly I decided not to focus on weight loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.78west.com/tmw_images/broccoli_bag2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.78west.com/tmw_images/broccoli_bag2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 303px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I started doing was steaming my vegetables. I give much props to Steamfresh vegetables for coming out with a product I could just stick in the microwave and 5 minutes and 30 seconds later, I'd have a meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you ask my friends, they'll say I went crazy with broccoli. I was loving the taste of it, with a little salt sprinkled on. I was literally eating steamed broccoli for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and snacks in between. For drinks I was drinking diet soda (Orange and Sprite Zero). This went on for about two months, after which I noticed that I had gotten down to about 200. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those first two months, I relaxed a little and began to eat meat occasionally and experimented with other veggies (like carrots, mushrooms, and spinach). Some nights I would even buy a bag of frozen mixed vegetables and make a stir fry. I still wasn't going to fast food places. And I was rarely eating out at all. I also started drinking tea (with Splenda which tastes like sugar but has no calories) more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freegrabber.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/gladsample.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.freegrabber.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/gladsample.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 171px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 291px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest breakthrough (other than the Steamfresh veggies) was the invention of the steam bags. THEY WERE GREAT! Because now, I wasn't limited to the set of veggies that Steamfresh had available. I could choose anything I wanted and just steam it. Plus, instead of baking my chicken (which normally takes about an hour), I could just steam it (for less than 20 minutes). The same goes for fish. I really became a steam-a-holic. I was steaming any and everything that was steamable. I even realized that Boca Burgers (which I buy from Costco) were microwavable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to these things helping me to lose weight, this dramatically cut down my time in the kitchen. No longer was I spending time cooking and cleaning, but instead I just throw the bags away when I'm done and I'm DONE. That there is a blessing (cause again, I'm a lazy dude). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I lost 70 pounds (from 230 to 160). And the best part about it is that because I lost it without working out, I didn't have to change my eating habits to stay at 160. I'm not gonna act like I don't occasionally relax a few times and go up to 165 or 170, but the nicest thing is that once I go back to my 'normal' eating of veggies and chicken and fish and Boca Burgers, I get back down to 160. Thats about the weight I've been since January of this year, and I'm no longer too worried about gaining all that weight back. I just try to stay on top of my weight and know how much I weigh on a daily basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-3419868848651304359?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/3419868848651304359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=3419868848651304359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/3419868848651304359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/3419868848651304359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2008/11/glad-steam-bags.html' title='My Weight Loss'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-2387128985688646517</id><published>2008-07-24T15:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:39:17.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='try'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shame'/><title type='text'>That Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="3611109636904809785"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm that problem right in front of you trying to appeal to your context clues, so I make up some names and I tell you a story hoping I entertain you enough&lt;br /&gt;that you don't ignore me and pass along to my friends down the way thinking they've got something better to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the look on your face and I know I'm why you hate this place I've seen it before and though nothing is said I know exactly whats going through your head. Sometimes its "why me, sometimes its "if only ...", sometimes its "it would be so great if I could just relate". I can see that from just looking at you but can you tell that I'm thinking that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say they feel bad and give me an excuse. Some say their parents said they shouldn't do it. But there's a word goin round that just hurts my ears some people are sayin the only reason I'm here is to make you feel shame like I'm the one to blame. They say to ignore me is what you should do and to do it quickly before I get to you. They say that "only a few can help me" and those that can will do so eventually. So they say "pass on by" and not to even try when in life or in class you're met with that problem in math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-2387128985688646517?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/2387128985688646517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=2387128985688646517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/2387128985688646517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/2387128985688646517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-problem_24.html' title='That Problem'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580051414301246732.post-2534935335599300025</id><published>2008-07-23T19:48:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:44:44.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mischievous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysterious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corruption'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>My thoughts are dramatic been locked away in the attick for years and only brought to life through fears of death, but on they last breath they decided to take a stand against envy and jealousy, against greed and conspiracy, against all the corruption I see. Honestly, these thoughts are a new breed that breeds on themselves see its impossible to keep em locked on shelves. Now I've got people tellin me what they mean - tryin to imply that I'm mean, sayin they know better than me. I'm the center of conspiracy theories. I've got people comin to get me. They tryin to silence me. They tryin to keep me quiet, scared I might start a riot, cause I can explain the game they use to keep people tame, and I use words that you can relate to, so you wont walk away all confused. I've got thoughts that'll take you to class while we on the court make you miss that layup, turn around like "what the fuck?". Some say I've mastered the mysterious. Some say its just sadness and mischievous. Enemies wish I just sat back eatin Cheerios, But I've got a brain to pick&lt;br /&gt;while they pickin they nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580051414301246732-2534935335599300025?l=thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/feeds/2534935335599300025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580051414301246732&amp;postID=2534935335599300025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/2534935335599300025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580051414301246732/posts/default/2534935335599300025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsparadigm.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116043731993061151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7brSo6W0jI/STWwRJw8cCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DuXpI-_pCIQ/S220/aibey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
