Just printed a one-hundred and thirty nine page thesis paper. Why? Because I’m hungry for the knowledge. The same hunger I feel when I’m at the gym. The same hunger I feel when I read about twenty year old millionaires.
Its a ball in my stomach. Not something I can describe but rather something that makes me clench my fists and say…”its gonna happen, no question”
I got a lot of positive responses on the delicious bird I drew awhile back so I’ll keep you all updated on what “masterpieces” may spawn from my Drawing I class. Bert (art professor) said I should be ashamed for not entering some works into the art show this Thursday but I’m not so sure when the most exciting thing we’ve drawn so far are boxes… just sitting there… being all, box-like.
At any rate, consider this your free show. (click to enlarge)
I got the rear wheel added to my tattoo today, finally. Check it out, let me know what you think!
I was either extremely tired in Media Criticism, or the Escher within is starting to show.
Ever wonder what an executable file looks like under the hood? Probably not unless you’re a geek but people who read blogs usually are so…
First, download and install the debugger Ollydbg. Run the program and select “attach” from the file menu. Attach to a running process like “firefox.exe”. Your screen will fill up with lots of code called assembly language. This assembly language is the actual code for the process that Ollydbg is attached to. Don’t expect to see any high level structures like FOR loops or IF statements. Compilers tranform this high level source code into assembly language when creating an executable file. The computer then reads the assembly and tranforms this into ones and zeroes.
This isn’t meant to be a tutorial by any means so I will stop here. For the geeks…google reverse engineering software and see how to step through live programs with Ollydbg. This can be interesting because you basically have complete control. You can trick software into doing anything you want…skipping passwords, changing scores, starting the girls off in strip poker with a “small” disadvantage.
Snowmobiles race along side the road, bundled up fishermen dangle their favorite lures below six inches of ice, and the worries of school slowly fall off with the slush on Jeep mud flaps.
I made the trip home the other day, country music on the radio and family on my mind. I pull into our drive, the past forty miles feeling like the waking stages from a deep sleep, refreshed, relaxed, myself again. Last week’s school was at its “finest” with mid-terms, single digit weather, and the constant reminder that you can’t make everyone happy. At home though, none of that matters.
A little girl keeps staring back at me, laughing when I tilt my hat just right and soothed by the sound of boots on hardwood floors as we pace the living room back and forth. I wonder what’s going on in that mind of hers, still under three months old; she’s probably getting a kick out of how tired my arm is after carrying her tiny butt around all night. It doesn’t take long before big curious eyes grow heavy, sporadic giggles turn into yawns, and I kiss my niece goodnight.
I’ll go back to CSC in a week, ready to crank some more work out, continue progressing at the gym, and with the reminder of what life’s all about.
I got 80′s up for reps doing flatbench dumbbells the other night; that’s like lifting half of myself in each hand, or like Travis and I usually say, a couple o’ midgets. Overall, my body weight’s up 15lbs from the start of the year and with the Speedy Gonzalez metabolism I have, that’s not too bad.
Drew a bird, ’cause I was hungry. Click to enlarge…
As I strapped on my Chippewa boots the other day to battle the freshly fallen snow, I remembered my Dad mentioning how he always had a clean pair of boots and a work pair of boots. How cool is that? Wouldn’t it be nice to have a job that requires nothing but boots…even for the most important meetings? Forget about the new suede shoes, just keep a pair of Timberlands nice and shiny.
