Pandamonium.

So. Sometime around 1:00 AM last night, while working on Econ pickup lines, I came to the painful conclusion that my memory of the subject isn’t as sharp as I’d prefer this close to final exams.

This means that you and I will have to take a break for a bit. My sincere apologies and promise that, soon, I’ll be spilling the contents of my mind once more (next entry: “Dartmouth. Fact or Fiction?”).

Till then!

… has now been posted.

Which means I’ll soon overcome my mental inertia and make a real post sometime. Merry Christmas to you all.

So. I managed to get John to post his thoughts on the contraption that is the Internet. Stay tuned for his awkward philosophical dillemas, vague but overwhelming inferiority complex (despite the fact that he DID start a carwash, damnit), and lashing outs at engineers and premeds to compensate. It should get us through reading period, at least.

This left, of course, the open question of what purpse this blog served, in the grand scheme of things (winter break boredom). I briefly flirted with the idea of devoting myself to ranting on about some malaise that affects the world, or perhaps taking the more personal route of keeping a secret – but easily accessible – record of my constantly evolving future aspirations (currently: Sweatshop Worker At Goldman Sachs -> Yuppiness -> Harvard Business School -> More Pronounced Yuppiness -> Trophy Wife -> Trophy Divorce Lawyer To Divorce Trophy Wife After Affair With Trophy Secretary -> Retirement -> Golf -> Drowning To Death In A Swimming Pool Of Dry Martini). I even considered an unconventional idea or two:

(00:36:57) ChurchillAditya: maybe i should make my blog a critique of your blog
(00:37:06) MahShowJ: can you DO that??
(00:37:14) ChurchillAditya: you can do whatever
(00:37:18) MahShowJ: oh wait, it’s the internet….
(00:37:23) MahShowJ: there are no rules

“There are no rules”.

So I guess you could credit J with inspiring me with the crazy idea of having a blog that remains permanently pointless. But if you did so, you’d be wrong, since the idea actually came more or less out of thin air. Let me now make it very clear that there are to be no expectations attached to this blog or to my committment to it. The pessimist within is probably even correct in guessing that it won’t outlast winter break.

But enough doubt. Let’s move on to the task of making this entry, at least, slightly less of a “first entry” and more of a “boring entry”.

As tends to be typical in my life, the most exciting thing I did all day (excepting a few crazy minutes on Wikipedia) was discuss the “general state of things” over AIM. Evans, it turns out, is a Jian Li sympathizer, and a discussion on outrageous Asian rejections at TJHSST shifted (these things often do…I’m not sure how) into a consideration of the merits of different majors. As I understand it, Evans’ heirarchy stands something like the follows:

Math – A solid, upright subject, studied by true men in the pursuit of intellecutal excellence and romantic geniuses who delve deep into theory with utter contempt for how much money they made.

ORFE – Just like math, except in this case, replace romantic genius with Wall Street Yuppie wannabe. Evans is a prospective ORFE major.

Computer Science – Ought to be mocked as a haven for people who secretly want to study math, but who just don’t make the cut.

Other Engineering Disciplines – Evans never really expressed an opinion on this, but by extrapolation of his general attitude, one may guess he reserves this category for people who don’t do enough to technically be considered human beings, but like to whine a lot anyway.

Humanities/Social Science Disciplines – Again, extrapolation: Fleas and parasites who ought not just to be ignored (like “Other Engineers”) but ought to be actively found and killed. Think Holucast, except this time, the right group of undesirables.

And while I wouldn’t call Evans’ view “mainstream” amongst engineers per se, it certainly lets us sympathize with John when he proclaims that he’ll single handedly kill every engineer on campus with a chainsaw.

So on that note, I’ll call it a night (morning?). Tomorrow’s sun promises to see many well-intentioned resolutions of productivity broken.

Till then,

Aditya