Extended paper not horrible, but not extended



I submitted my rough draft of my extended paper to my professor this morning, and he responded THIS AFTERNOON with really thoughtful and helpful comments. I can't believe (a) how quickly he got back to me; (b) how he managed to pinpoint the problems with my theory in two incredibly efficient sentances. If our email exchange had been a boxing match, my email would have been me waving my gloved hands around in the air, and his email would have been him knocking me out with one punch, then wafting smelling salts under my nose and telling me that it was cool, I was a beginner, and that I should keep my hands in front of my face. Or something. You see where I was going with this.



No, wait, you don't. I just re-read it and I don't really see where I was going with it either, but in the interests of honesty and self-improvement**, I am going to leave it up in its utter incoherence. I know that I can do better than this, and I shouldn't forget that I am in no way at the point where I can, say, just sit down and write something that makes any sense at all.



The point is, he didn't return it and tell me to start again, or to give up, or that if I promised not to submit a paper he would promise not to fail me, or any of those horrible things. I have no idea how to address the issues he raised, but hey. Maybe I'll make tommorow "Impossible-Criminal-Theory-Problem-Solving-Thursday". At least I now know what I am going to fill the remaining 20 pages with - the soon-to-be-discovered answers to his questions.



Also, today Adrian sent me this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-YcBVEnLT8

Holy crap did I ever love this segment when I was little, and I love it even more now. Sesame Street was awesome even if Big Bird was incredibly lame and annoying. I think that I experienced my first bout of frustration as a child when I watched a Sesame Street segment featuring Big Bird. My parents used Mr. Hooper's untimely exit from the show to introduce the concept of death to me. FORMATIVE.



Finally, tonight at the clinic I learned all about Civets - these little guys eat the fruit from coffee trees, and the coffee beans that they poo out are worth oodles of money. Apparently the acidic trip through the civet's digestive system breaks down the proteins that contribute to coffee's bitter taste, and the end result is far from shitty* (BAHAHAHA!) - sorry. These guys are like real life golden-egg-laying geese, except they live in the jungle and poo coffee.

*Those of you who remember the summer I spent in that night job at the blood lab will probably also remember being subject to all of the "witty" shit-related jokes I made up. For those of you who don't - you spend four months up all night in a lab next door to a frozen poo-testing lab. You'll make the jokes, and, years later, you'll still make them, only in your head. Oh, and on your lame-ass blog.

**See yesterday's post about my abysmal performance on a shady internet EQ test. I feel that my score combined with my performance in social interacting actually add a lot of validity to the website.