Sunday, May 24, 2009
Villagers Defense
Help the villagers defend their town by building towers that will destroy the invading company! Use different ammunitions and types of building to destroy the enemy. How long can you hold off the attackers before they strike? Can you become the Villagers Defense?
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Trip down memory lane
The Premiership years... Barnsley VS West Ham
I've decided to scour the net for match reports of the reds outing in the Premiership. A brilliant time for Barnsley and admired by others, in what turned out to be a very memorable season and one which every Barnsley fan will never forget. I will post them one at a time in chronological order. Here goes:
Barnsley 1 West Ham 2
By Ian Parkes, PA sport.
Frank Lampard gatecrashed Barnsley's opening day Premiership party as West Ham staged a late smash and grab raid.
Lampard, son of the Hammers' assistant boss and the former Upton Park star with the same name, had barely been on the field for a minute when he touched home a Michael Hughes cross 13 minutes from time.
It brought a sad end to a day which had started out so gloriously for Barnsley and the hoards of fans hoping to greet the dawn of a new era with a famous victory.
After waiting 110 years for football among the game's elite, Barnsley set out their stall in sensational fashion following a rapturous welcome from the 19,000-strong crowd.
As Danny Wilson's side ran out onto the pitch, they were greeted by a continual chorus of "We're in the Premier League" by the Tyke fans, while a thousand red and white balloons were released into the clear blue skies above.
As the temperatures soared on one of the hottest days of the year, Barnsley warmed to their task and the Oakwell cauldron soon exploded when skipper Neil Redfearn grabbed the opener in the ninth minute.
Nicky Eaden's right wing cross was headed back by Paul Wilkinson for Redfearn, last year's leading scorer with 19 goals, to open his account with a simple header and send the Barnsley faithful into delirium.
For the remainder of the half, Wilson's troops remained in control as the visitors were left with nothing but a series of long range shots to show for their efforts.
Redfearn should even have had a second just before the break, but a late, clearing header by Rio Ferdinand prevented the Tykes captain from setting the seal on a wonderful first 45 minutes in the top flight.
But within eight minutes of the restart it all went horribly wrong for Barnsley as Welsh international John Hartson, the saviour of manager Harry Redknapp's campaign last season, spared the London club's blushes again.
Steve Potts, switched from left to right back to accommodate the substitution of Stan Lazaridis for Tim Breacker at the interval, was the instigator as he delivered a high, hanging cross.
Hartson, West Ham's club record ?5million signing towards the end of last season, rose above a cluster of Barnsley defenders to head home into an empty net after keeper David Watson had needlessly raced off his line.
Within a minute Barnsley should have been back in front when John Hendrie was sent clear inside the West Ham half, but keeper Ludek Miklosko raced off his line and blocked the attempted chip at point blank range.
Watson almost handed West Ham the lead in the 58th minute when he failed to collect a simple Lazaridis cross delivered low from the left, but Hartson, seemingly caught unawares, failed to turn home the loose ball.
Within seconds Miklosko had raced out of his box to clear a long Barnsley through ball and this handed Hendrie the chance of a chip with the Czech keeper out of position, but his effort flew over the bar.
Wilson brought on club record signing in ?1.5million Macedonian international Georgi Hristov, but he failed to make an impact and give Barnsley the point they richly deserved.
Then came the killer blow in the 77th minute after Lampard had been brought on just moments earlier for Israeli international Eyal Berkovic.
Hughes delivered and Lampard flicked home with the outside of his right boot past the despairing dive of the helpless Watson to send Barnsley trudging off the field with the muted applause of the home fans to bring the curtain down on an unfortunate end to the day.
Teams:
Barnsley: Watson, Eaden, Moses, De Zeeuw, Hendrie, Redfearn, Wilkinson (Hristov 68), Bullock (Liddell 84), Shirtliff (Marcelle 62), Tinkler, Barnard.
Subs Not Used: Sheridan, Leese.
Goals: Redfearn 9.
West Ham: Miklosko, Breacker (Lazaridis 45), Potts, Rieper, Kitson (Terrier 89), Hartson, Lomas, Ferdinand, Moncur, Hughes, Berkovic (Lampard 76).
Subs Not Used: Dowie, Forrest.
Booked: Breacker, Moncur.
Goals: Hartson 53, Lampard 76.
Att: 18,667.
Ref: A B Wilkie (Chester-le-Street).
I've decided to scour the net for match reports of the reds outing in the Premiership. A brilliant time for Barnsley and admired by others, in what turned out to be a very memorable season and one which every Barnsley fan will never forget. I will post them one at a time in chronological order. Here goes:
Barnsley 1 West Ham 2
By Ian Parkes, PA sport.
Frank Lampard gatecrashed Barnsley's opening day Premiership party as West Ham staged a late smash and grab raid.
Lampard, son of the Hammers' assistant boss and the former Upton Park star with the same name, had barely been on the field for a minute when he touched home a Michael Hughes cross 13 minutes from time.
It brought a sad end to a day which had started out so gloriously for Barnsley and the hoards of fans hoping to greet the dawn of a new era with a famous victory.
After waiting 110 years for football among the game's elite, Barnsley set out their stall in sensational fashion following a rapturous welcome from the 19,000-strong crowd.
As Danny Wilson's side ran out onto the pitch, they were greeted by a continual chorus of "We're in the Premier League" by the Tyke fans, while a thousand red and white balloons were released into the clear blue skies above.
As the temperatures soared on one of the hottest days of the year, Barnsley warmed to their task and the Oakwell cauldron soon exploded when skipper Neil Redfearn grabbed the opener in the ninth minute.
Nicky Eaden's right wing cross was headed back by Paul Wilkinson for Redfearn, last year's leading scorer with 19 goals, to open his account with a simple header and send the Barnsley faithful into delirium.
For the remainder of the half, Wilson's troops remained in control as the visitors were left with nothing but a series of long range shots to show for their efforts.
Redfearn should even have had a second just before the break, but a late, clearing header by Rio Ferdinand prevented the Tykes captain from setting the seal on a wonderful first 45 minutes in the top flight.
But within eight minutes of the restart it all went horribly wrong for Barnsley as Welsh international John Hartson, the saviour of manager Harry Redknapp's campaign last season, spared the London club's blushes again.
Steve Potts, switched from left to right back to accommodate the substitution of Stan Lazaridis for Tim Breacker at the interval, was the instigator as he delivered a high, hanging cross.
Hartson, West Ham's club record ?5million signing towards the end of last season, rose above a cluster of Barnsley defenders to head home into an empty net after keeper David Watson had needlessly raced off his line.
Within a minute Barnsley should have been back in front when John Hendrie was sent clear inside the West Ham half, but keeper Ludek Miklosko raced off his line and blocked the attempted chip at point blank range.
Watson almost handed West Ham the lead in the 58th minute when he failed to collect a simple Lazaridis cross delivered low from the left, but Hartson, seemingly caught unawares, failed to turn home the loose ball.
Within seconds Miklosko had raced out of his box to clear a long Barnsley through ball and this handed Hendrie the chance of a chip with the Czech keeper out of position, but his effort flew over the bar.
Wilson brought on club record signing in ?1.5million Macedonian international Georgi Hristov, but he failed to make an impact and give Barnsley the point they richly deserved.
Then came the killer blow in the 77th minute after Lampard had been brought on just moments earlier for Israeli international Eyal Berkovic.
Hughes delivered and Lampard flicked home with the outside of his right boot past the despairing dive of the helpless Watson to send Barnsley trudging off the field with the muted applause of the home fans to bring the curtain down on an unfortunate end to the day.
Teams:
Barnsley: Watson, Eaden, Moses, De Zeeuw, Hendrie, Redfearn, Wilkinson (Hristov 68), Bullock (Liddell 84), Shirtliff (Marcelle 62), Tinkler, Barnard.
Subs Not Used: Sheridan, Leese.
Goals: Redfearn 9.
West Ham: Miklosko, Breacker (Lazaridis 45), Potts, Rieper, Kitson (Terrier 89), Hartson, Lomas, Ferdinand, Moncur, Hughes, Berkovic (Lampard 76).
Subs Not Used: Dowie, Forrest.
Booked: Breacker, Moncur.
Goals: Hartson 53, Lampard 76.
Att: 18,667.
Ref: A B Wilkie (Chester-le-Street).
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Nano-Hype: The Truth behind the Nanotechnology Buzz. Book Review
Nanotechnology has increasingly become a buzz word used by industry and scientists in the battle for funding. Indeed, much of what is now labelled nanoscience or nanotechnology is the product of the re-branding of older science. Although public awareness about nanotechnologies is still very low, gradually this field is increasingly featuring within popular media discourse and appearing in the storylines of films such as Spider Man, Agent Cody Banks, I Robot and The Incredible Hulk; TV programmes, such as Star Trek; children’s cartoons, such as the PowerPuff Girls and video games, like Metal Gear Solid and Duckboy in Nanoland; and it is also the subject of sci-fi novels, such as Crichton’s Prey.Berube’s new book sets out to unpack the ‘hype’ or ‘spin’ used by its advocates and critics alike.
This book is a welcome contribution to the literature in so far as there has been relatively little discussion of the role of the media in hyping nanotech. Through close attention to detail Nano-hype highlights the contested nature of the field, illustrating how both utopian and dystopian claims have shaped the debate.
The book is prefaced by a Forward from Mihail Roco and divided into eleven substantive chapters. The introductory chapters discuss the influence of science fiction on grey goo scenarios but do not fully get to grips with the complexities of the blurring of science fiction with science ‘fact’.
Aside from Chapters 1 and 11 (the strongest contributions) most of the publication is taken up with surveying the various communities (scientists, industry, government and NGOs) which have played an active role in promoting or contesting nanotech. Unfortunately these chapters tend to simply list institutions, initiatives and key individuals and provide little indication of overall context, or develop a sense of narrative flow. However, examples of government initiatives and promotional reports are drawn from a variety of different countries including the US, the UK, China and Japan. Chapter 6 considers a range of applications such as healthcare, agriculture, food, electronics and energy. Chapter 9 usefully focuses upon nanohazards and nanotoxicology, while Chapter 11 examines social and ethical implications of nanotechnology research. Here Berube briefly considers some of the potential implications of nanotech for health and environmental sustainability. The limitations with the deficit model of the public understanding of science are acknowledged and emphasis is placed upon upstream methods of public engagement. This is discussed further in the final chapter, which suggests that the concept of the public sphere in US science and technology decision-making bears little relation to the reality of a largely disenchanted public. Although Berube notes several problems with experiments in participatory democracy (including citizen’s juries and consensus conferences) there is little consideration of what is entailed by attempts to move public engagement ‘upstream’.
Rather than provide a general, exhaustively documented and largely descriptive history Berube could have offered some detailed case studies of particular events, highlighting how certain claims about nanotech become legitimized over others. More reference could have been made to previous biotechnology controversies, exploring the similarities and divergences in relation to the nanotech debate. The literature on the sociology of expectations, amplification of risks and the hyping of emergent technologies highlights a myriad of factors affecting the initial shaping of utopian and dystopian visions of the future.
Too often this book provides a wealth of descriptive detail but offers little by the way of indepth insight. A large proportion of the sources are Internet-based, which is likely to mean that readers will have difficulty following up references after any length of time. Indeed, the extensive use of end-notes (spanning just over 100 pages) makes it a rather frustrating book to read. This is particularly so given that the sources of many of the quotations can only be revealed by wading through the chapter notes.
Berube, a communications professor at the University of South Carolina, is at pains to emphasize that he has degrees in biology and psychology as well as communications studies.
He states that he ‘over-researched’ the book in order to make it robust against potential criticism that it was written by a non-specialist. Unfortunately, in the attempt to provide an ‘objective’ account of hyping in the nanotech debate, Berube appears reticent to offer any firm conclusions. Nevertheless, this book offers a useful general reference point for anyone interested in following the media-politics of the early history of the nanotech debate.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Why I hate plane travel
Let me explain to you as quickly as I can why I hate to travel, even though, if you know me well enough (or read this page enough) you’d think I travel by plane every two seconds. This is due mostly to having a sick mother 3000 miles away, and also in some small part in my need to jet set. Well…
I’m currently on a US Air flight to Miami, with a brief stopover in Charlotte. It’s 1:30 in the morning, and there is no way in hell I’m going to sleep. I’m sandwiched in the bitch seat and the AC isn’t working. Not to mention the fact that this was not the first plane I was supposed to be on, nor the second, nor the third…let me explain…
So. It’s May 1, around, oh 4PM. I’m cleaning up my apartment, minding my own business, and someone from ATA (the airline I had initially chosen for my trip) calls me to tell me some bad news. It seems that the US military has commandeered my connecting flight from Chicago (my original stopover point) in order to fly troops home from Iraq. Now, in principle, I have no problem with this whatsoever, since I was such an hawkish supporter of the war, I have no right to complain. However, they aren’t supposed to be taken already booked flights, so that left me a little confused.
Regardless, the nice lady was able to put me on a flight at 11:45, getting me into Ft. Lauderdale at 11am the next morning. I figured, great, since my original flight was at 6 in the friggin morning, I could just sleep when I got to the hotel all day. Fine and dandy. I bade my cat goodbye and headed to the airport.
And then the shit began to pile up…
I get to the airport terminal. Terminal 2, to be exact. I walk in there with all of my bags..and they tell me to go to Terminal 3…ON FOOT. Fine. I go.
I get to the ATA counter…and the line is around the block. O-kay.
I finally get up to the counter…45 minute delay on the plane. No problem, I can still make my connecting flight. Kewl. I go through security. I get chosen out of all the passengers for the security monkeys to spread my cheeks and go prospecting.
That ordeal done with, I hobble to the gate…and I look at the board…and it says my flight is leaving at 3:00. That must be a mistake…nope. 4 HOUR DELAY.
10 minutes of an idiot who barely spoke a word of English…he tells me to go all the way back to the terminal and talk to someone. They know I’m coming.
Okay. I head all the way the fuck back. And get in that damn line. Again.
I get up to the counter. Get another just-fresh off the boat dude who doesn’t like me, has never heard of me, and doesn’t want to help me. 10 minutes later, he gives me this.
“There is a US AIR flight leaving for Charlotte. It’s 11:20 now. It leaves in 25 minutes. They aren’t answering the phone down there, so you’re going to have to run.”
I thank him and get my bearings. I’m at terminal 3. US AIR is at terminal 1.
Suddenly, 5 weeks of the gym are going to pay off.
If you were at LAX anywhere between terminal 3 and 1 at around 11:25 Thursday night, and you were wondering who that maniac with the bags running top speed down the terminal was, let me kill the mystery for ya; it was me.
I get there. I pull out all the stops. My ID. My US AIR Id. My fake ID. I get a ticket…middle seat. But a seat nonetheless. I go through security. And once again, I am chosen to be explored.
But I made it on the plane. And get a middle seat, which is where I’m writing this from. Right now. To my right is a lovely young lady who is sound asleep. I hope she doesn’t wake up and see this. But my biggest problem is to my left. I’m sitting here, chilling to Jan Hammer, and this dude nudges me and asks me to stop fidgeting, because he wants to sleep.
Keep in mind, I haven’t moved a muscle.
The nice young lady next to me makes a face as if to say ,”What the fuck is HIS problem?”
He’s snoring loudly now. I don’t care because I have my headphones on.
I hope he never wakes up.
I’m currently on a US Air flight to Miami, with a brief stopover in Charlotte. It’s 1:30 in the morning, and there is no way in hell I’m going to sleep. I’m sandwiched in the bitch seat and the AC isn’t working. Not to mention the fact that this was not the first plane I was supposed to be on, nor the second, nor the third…let me explain…
So. It’s May 1, around, oh 4PM. I’m cleaning up my apartment, minding my own business, and someone from ATA (the airline I had initially chosen for my trip) calls me to tell me some bad news. It seems that the US military has commandeered my connecting flight from Chicago (my original stopover point) in order to fly troops home from Iraq. Now, in principle, I have no problem with this whatsoever, since I was such an hawkish supporter of the war, I have no right to complain. However, they aren’t supposed to be taken already booked flights, so that left me a little confused.
Regardless, the nice lady was able to put me on a flight at 11:45, getting me into Ft. Lauderdale at 11am the next morning. I figured, great, since my original flight was at 6 in the friggin morning, I could just sleep when I got to the hotel all day. Fine and dandy. I bade my cat goodbye and headed to the airport.
And then the shit began to pile up…
I get to the airport terminal. Terminal 2, to be exact. I walk in there with all of my bags..and they tell me to go to Terminal 3…ON FOOT. Fine. I go.
I get to the ATA counter…and the line is around the block. O-kay.
I finally get up to the counter…45 minute delay on the plane. No problem, I can still make my connecting flight. Kewl. I go through security. I get chosen out of all the passengers for the security monkeys to spread my cheeks and go prospecting.
That ordeal done with, I hobble to the gate…and I look at the board…and it says my flight is leaving at 3:00. That must be a mistake…nope. 4 HOUR DELAY.
10 minutes of an idiot who barely spoke a word of English…he tells me to go all the way back to the terminal and talk to someone. They know I’m coming.
Okay. I head all the way the fuck back. And get in that damn line. Again.
I get up to the counter. Get another just-fresh off the boat dude who doesn’t like me, has never heard of me, and doesn’t want to help me. 10 minutes later, he gives me this.
“There is a US AIR flight leaving for Charlotte. It’s 11:20 now. It leaves in 25 minutes. They aren’t answering the phone down there, so you’re going to have to run.”
I thank him and get my bearings. I’m at terminal 3. US AIR is at terminal 1.
Suddenly, 5 weeks of the gym are going to pay off.
If you were at LAX anywhere between terminal 3 and 1 at around 11:25 Thursday night, and you were wondering who that maniac with the bags running top speed down the terminal was, let me kill the mystery for ya; it was me.
I get there. I pull out all the stops. My ID. My US AIR Id. My fake ID. I get a ticket…middle seat. But a seat nonetheless. I go through security. And once again, I am chosen to be explored.
But I made it on the plane. And get a middle seat, which is where I’m writing this from. Right now. To my right is a lovely young lady who is sound asleep. I hope she doesn’t wake up and see this. But my biggest problem is to my left. I’m sitting here, chilling to Jan Hammer, and this dude nudges me and asks me to stop fidgeting, because he wants to sleep.
Keep in mind, I haven’t moved a muscle.
The nice young lady next to me makes a face as if to say ,”What the fuck is HIS problem?”
He’s snoring loudly now. I don’t care because I have my headphones on.
I hope he never wakes up.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
chicken wings
phew. today was fun. hung out with adi at his place. watched nang nak. lepak-ed, talked and whatnots. ooh ooh, his mom and dad bought me stuff from mecca; a pearl necklace and a bottle of orange tulip perfume. nice.
later, we went to taipan, bought pizza at dominos then to starbucks to meet up with sofia and stef. and ooh, tricia 'che' pun ade skali. sungguh gembira.
have u guys watched 'pontianak harum sundal malam'? good or should i just wait for the vcd? but it's still not out yet right? hmm...
later, we went to taipan, bought pizza at dominos then to starbucks to meet up with sofia and stef. and ooh, tricia 'che' pun ade skali. sungguh gembira.
have u guys watched 'pontianak harum sundal malam'? good or should i just wait for the vcd? but it's still not out yet right? hmm...
Monday, April 20, 2009
Ghost Sex
A professor at the University of West Virginia was giving a lecture on the supernatural.
To get a feel for his audience, he asks, "How many people here believe in ghosts?"
About 90 students raise their hands.
"Well, that's a good start. Out of those of you who believe in ghosts, do any of you think you have seen a ghost?"
About 40 students raise their hands.
"That's really good. I'm really glad you thake this seriously. Has anyone here ever talked to a ghost?"
About 15 students raise their hand.
"Has anyone here ever touched a ghost?"
Three students raise their hands.
"That's fantastic. Now, let me ask you one question further... Have any of you ever made love to a ghost?"
Way in the back, Bubba raises his hand.
The professor takes off his glasses, and says "Son, in all the years I've been giving this lecture, no one has ever claimed to have made love to a ghost. You've got to come up here and tell us about your experience."
The big redneck student replied with a nod and a grin, and began to make his way up to the podium. When he reached the front of the room, the professor asks, "So, Bubba, tell us what it's like to have sex with a ghost."
Bubba replied, "Ohhhh! From way back there I thought you said GOATS!"
To get a feel for his audience, he asks, "How many people here believe in ghosts?"
About 90 students raise their hands.
"Well, that's a good start. Out of those of you who believe in ghosts, do any of you think you have seen a ghost?"
About 40 students raise their hands.
"That's really good. I'm really glad you thake this seriously. Has anyone here ever talked to a ghost?"
About 15 students raise their hand.
"Has anyone here ever touched a ghost?"
Three students raise their hands.
"That's fantastic. Now, let me ask you one question further... Have any of you ever made love to a ghost?"
Way in the back, Bubba raises his hand.
The professor takes off his glasses, and says "Son, in all the years I've been giving this lecture, no one has ever claimed to have made love to a ghost. You've got to come up here and tell us about your experience."
The big redneck student replied with a nod and a grin, and began to make his way up to the podium. When he reached the front of the room, the professor asks, "So, Bubba, tell us what it's like to have sex with a ghost."
Bubba replied, "Ohhhh! From way back there I thought you said GOATS!"
Sunday, March 15, 2009
A late St. Patrick's Day joke
Two men were sitting next to each other at a bar. After a while, one guy looks at the other and says, "I can't help but think, from listening to you, that you're from Ireland."
The other guy responds proudly, "Yes, that I am!"
The first guy says, "So am I! And where about from Ireland... might you be?"
The other guy answers, "I'm from Dublin, I am."
The first guy responds, "Sure and begora, and so am I! And what street did you live on in Dublin?"
The other guy says, "A lovely little area it was... I lived on McCleary Street, in the old central part of town."
The first guy says, "Faith & begora it's a small world.... so did I! So did I!! And to what school would you have been going?"
The other guy answers, "Well now, I went to St. Mary's, of course."
The first guy gets really excited and says, "And so did I. Tell me.... what year did you graduate?"
The other guy answers, "Well, now, let's see.... I graduated in 1964."
The first guy exclaims, "The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same bar tonight. Can you believe it.... I graduated from St. Mary's in 1964, my own self."
About this time, Vicky walks into the bar; sits down; and orders a beer.
Brian, the bartender, walks over to Vicky shaking his head, and mutters, "It's going to be a long night tonight."
Vicky asks, "Why do you say that, Brian?"
"The Murphy twins are drunk again."
The other guy responds proudly, "Yes, that I am!"
The first guy says, "So am I! And where about from Ireland... might you be?"
The other guy answers, "I'm from Dublin, I am."
The first guy responds, "Sure and begora, and so am I! And what street did you live on in Dublin?"
The other guy says, "A lovely little area it was... I lived on McCleary Street, in the old central part of town."
The first guy says, "Faith & begora it's a small world.... so did I! So did I!! And to what school would you have been going?"
The other guy answers, "Well now, I went to St. Mary's, of course."
The first guy gets really excited and says, "And so did I. Tell me.... what year did you graduate?"
The other guy answers, "Well, now, let's see.... I graduated in 1964."
The first guy exclaims, "The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same bar tonight. Can you believe it.... I graduated from St. Mary's in 1964, my own self."
About this time, Vicky walks into the bar; sits down; and orders a beer.
Brian, the bartender, walks over to Vicky shaking his head, and mutters, "It's going to be a long night tonight."
Vicky asks, "Why do you say that, Brian?"
"The Murphy twins are drunk again."
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Wakefield Road black spot
Yesterday was the sunniest and warmest day of the year (well it felt like it), i had Travis on the old tape deck and was barking along to 'Sing' feeling very summery. I was driving passed Staincross Golf Club when the traffic started to slow...getting a bit impatient i started to implement f words into the song. 'Fucking Sing, Sing Sing Fucking Sing...'. Anyway, little did i know the traffic had slowed because of a car that had a smashed windscreen, oh must be a stray stone or something....so i started to move around the car with the flow of the traffic...only to see a body on the right handside of the road, laying across the concrete. An apple appeared in my throat. Couldn't swallow. A woman was crying on the side of the road, either the driver or a relation. The body was covered in white plastic cover and could only see the shoes. I assume it was a man. Paramedics were around the body but didn't look to be doing much. Which leads me to believe that there was nothing they could do for the person. I hope to god i'm wrong and sincereley hope that person is going to be ok. I spare a thought for the family and people involved. And makes me think. Harder than i have done of late. That life is too short. You always think it can't happen to you. I wonder if the victim of the accident thought that, and the driver too. And makes me wonder, is football so important??? Is BFC so important??? It is to me. I'm not saying that it's more important than life itself, but it has a very important and significant place in my life. I may not go to away games that often, only to local derbies mostly, but when i go to a Barnsley match i experience laughter, excitement, frustration, confusion, dissapointment, a burnt tongue and minging pies...its all part of the Barnsley experience...it's all part of life.
Why the fek haven't the council done anything about it. There have always bin accidents on that part of Wakefield road and 3 that i know of this year, with 2 fatalities at least. There are four junctions compressed into about 100 yds worth of road. Traffic bombing from both directions...its lethal. Why can't the council see this???
Why the fek haven't the council done anything about it. There have always bin accidents on that part of Wakefield road and 3 that i know of this year, with 2 fatalities at least. There are four junctions compressed into about 100 yds worth of road. Traffic bombing from both directions...its lethal. Why can't the council see this???
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Search engine woes!!
I find a lot of people talking about search engines. Not about how they make our life easy but, about how bad they are. I feel any search engine works in its own way[ algorithm ]. It is necessary to tune the parameters in the algorithm depending on the growth of web and with the rise of new kind of data getting available. we could only take a probabilistic approach to the NP problem or have new heuristics depending on the data to be searched.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
post about nothing
finger eleven - thousand mile wish
i have the worst memory EVER. this survey i stole from stephanie. i can't believe she remembers everything. i don't even know what happened last week! geez.
Preschool
Teacher: no idea
School: somewhere in new jersey
Best friend: i have no idea!!!
Crush: wtf i was too young to think about such things
Memory: i have a picture of me wearing this red dress that was supposedly at preschool. other than that, i remember nothing.
Kindergarten
Teacher: no idea
School: some school in new jersey
Best friend: this blonde girl who sat on my bus
Crush: no idea
Memory: i lived in a really secluded place in the middle of the forest practically and in the wintertime the bus could never make it up our hill so my brother or my mom would have to walk me up the hill.
1st Grade
Teacher: no idea
School: same school in new jersey and then dewitt elementary
Best friend: i have no idea
Crush: i think this really "rich" white boy named kevin. or was this elementary school?!?!
Memory: on the first day of school i lost my first tooth.
2nd Grade
Teacher: who knows
School: dewitt elementary in new york
Best friend: andrea dawe
Crush: none
Memory: i can't distinguish b/w one year to the next
3rd Grade
Teacher: i don't know
School: dewitt elementary in dewitt, ny
Best friend: andrew dawe, maybe kaitlin something too
Crush: no idea
Memory: i don't know what year it was. but i loved snow days. we used to build snowmen during recess and sled down our dinky hill.
4th Grade
Teacher: mrs. kannaly (sp?)
School: dewitt elementary
Best friend: kaitlin & andrea
Crush: who knows
Memory: it was the last year of elementary school. we took a field trip to the humongous supermarket (wegman's) in our town (yes i am serious, it really was big though) and.. i don't know 4th grade was the best i think. i started playing flute.
5th Grade
Teacher: mrs baggarly (sp?)
School: westhoff elementary, in WALNUT california
Best friend: did i have one? bevery for awhile, april for awhile, christine lee at the end
Crush: don't know
Memory: came to school the 2nd day it started. everyone thought being from ny meant nyc and why i had no accent (stupid). i hated school because it looked like a trailer park and the "halls" and "cafeteria" were OUTSIDE. ridiculous. and i didnt know how to play the pole game with the ball on it and no one knew what lacrosse was. i was a sad 5th grader.
6th Grade
Teacher: so many...mrs long was my favorite
School: suzanne middle school
Best friend: angel lim (wtf?!)
Crush: none
Memory: not as ghetto as elementary school. i don't remember anything.. i got to be first chair in band, mrjones was a psycho. i lost the spelling bee cuz i spelled rhinoceros wrong. IDIOT!
7th Grade
Favorite teacher: mrs browdus
School: suzanne middle school
Best friend: tiffany chi, sharon
Crush: i dont knowwwwwwwwwwwww
Memory: i made challenger band with tiffany, gene, jenn tsai, andd corey? i went to sacramento with shawna & jenn for band, it was really fun? ummmm yeah. mr jones cried like a baby on a daily basis
8th Grade
Favorite teacher: mr haskvitz
School: suzanne
Best friend: sharon (sort of), tiffany chi, jenn tsai, cathieeeeeee, tiffany cheng
Crush: :)
Memory: we did MARS project in haskvitz. i loved his class, i never had to do the projects. went to DC with cathie & jennifer it was REALLY fun. i had a flute solo with orchestra and one time i didn't warm up and jones got really mad and made me play scales in front of everyone.....hahahaha whatever. i had major drama with sharon & tiffanie sun. i still think those issues lurk around. whatever.
9th Grade
Favorite teacher: mrs cole, mrs spencer
School: WALNUT HIGH SCHOOL
Best friend: hmm. cathie, tiffany chi, don't remember
Crush: hmmmm
Memory: i got my first and last (hopefully) B in mr davis' world history honors summer school class with shawna, diana, and tiffany. we had an assembly line to do homework. i started publications. hated mrs tan, but i loved the class after the first 6 weeks. i LOVED my freshman year. started the tradition of the 1 page yearbook insert thing. the yearbook was disgusting, MOMENTUM.
10th Grade
Favorite teacher: mr root, mr little
School: WALNUT
Best friend: i dont even know. everyone i hang out with now
Memory: i hated chemistry. english rocked with betty and jennifer we OWNED. and..i was a 2nd year staffer in publications, embarassing. i loved french. hmm so many memories so hard to remember. the yearbook at the time (i thought) it was beautiful, atypical.
11th Grade
Favorite teacher: mr holmes
School: WALNUT
Best friend: everyone i hang out with.. of course there was stephanie HAHHA nice
Crush: NONE!
Memory: worst year of my life. sat class, tests. dropping out of IB, being branded the effing "IB Rebel" regular history & english, turned out to be great. became a tV whore and began my sleeping disease. hated mrs hunter with a PASSION. alpha megacourse, most retarded 2 weeks of my life. stephanie was GREAT! though. being yearbook editor, FUN. having stephanie and all the seniors push/support the eic thing. love love loved publications and ALL the senior editors. drifted from many. hated school with a passion. i got to make the yearbook cover. the whole book was beautifuL!!!!! YOU LEAD A BIG LIFE MADE OF SMALL THINGS. lindsay and vinh were the best EICs ever, i do not even compare.
12th Grade
Favorite teacher: MRS JENG! hahaha i love all my teachers ok, jacqot not really. mrs tan is okay. bosanko is cool. dr ramp is the coolest old man ever. mrs jeng is GREAT, mr holmes is hilarious.
School: WALNUT
Best friend: cathie, jennifer, modestine sorttaaaa, etc etc etc
Crush: nothing! high school SUCKS
Memory: it hasn't even ended yet. french SUCks big time. i hate yearbook now. got to know modestine/marcus a lot more. befriend all the people i missed out on the past three years and completely drifted away from lots of past "friends>" (whatever). waiting for the school year to end. still have sleeping disease and is a complete tv whore. yearbook will be totally different, and hopefully beautiful toooo. LIFE UNSCRIPTED.
JENNIFER TURNED 18 on friday! i can't believe i'm going to be 18 soon too. i can..smoke? no thanks. i can get arrested and my parents won't save me? :( i can sign myself out of school. i don't want to grow up :( life is fast. anyway we had a semi party at her house but all these people magically showed up uninvited which waws really weird. whatever. watched saved.
saturday went christmas shoppingggggg. i have no friends now. the ones that are left are like $20 presents though so i still lost money big time. slept over at jenns house and wrapped presents until 3am while watching AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER (great!)
sunday. woke up at 5:30 AM. not wanting to go to nhs race in LA AT ALL. swore to jennifer i would quit nhs after that event. i did. was effing cold. jon tseng took me, jenn, and gene to griffith park. grace is an nhs nazi. ate lunch with jenn's mom and jon and jenn at macaroni grill. they fell asleep, i left and slept. yes
this is why i don't update. iused to breakdown what i did everyday and what happened. but it's so boring and insignificant now. college apps blah, pending until winter break. done with UCs, USC. still have upenn, columbia, brown, wellesley, nyu, yale, u of chicago. everyone is leaving for christmas, i will be very lonely. i'm sure jacquot will not disappoint in making my time away from school suck as well. waiting for 2nd semester to slack off in TA with yamashiro and no college apps.
anyway until winter break when i'll be bored and alone then i will update daily. until then, time to spend time with wuthering heights..or most likely sleep.
i have the worst memory EVER. this survey i stole from stephanie. i can't believe she remembers everything. i don't even know what happened last week! geez.
Preschool
Teacher: no idea
School: somewhere in new jersey
Best friend: i have no idea!!!
Crush: wtf i was too young to think about such things
Memory: i have a picture of me wearing this red dress that was supposedly at preschool. other than that, i remember nothing.
Kindergarten
Teacher: no idea
School: some school in new jersey
Best friend: this blonde girl who sat on my bus
Crush: no idea
Memory: i lived in a really secluded place in the middle of the forest practically and in the wintertime the bus could never make it up our hill so my brother or my mom would have to walk me up the hill.
1st Grade
Teacher: no idea
School: same school in new jersey and then dewitt elementary
Best friend: i have no idea
Crush: i think this really "rich" white boy named kevin. or was this elementary school?!?!
Memory: on the first day of school i lost my first tooth.
2nd Grade
Teacher: who knows
School: dewitt elementary in new york
Best friend: andrea dawe
Crush: none
Memory: i can't distinguish b/w one year to the next
3rd Grade
Teacher: i don't know
School: dewitt elementary in dewitt, ny
Best friend: andrew dawe, maybe kaitlin something too
Crush: no idea
Memory: i don't know what year it was. but i loved snow days. we used to build snowmen during recess and sled down our dinky hill.
4th Grade
Teacher: mrs. kannaly (sp?)
School: dewitt elementary
Best friend: kaitlin & andrea
Crush: who knows
Memory: it was the last year of elementary school. we took a field trip to the humongous supermarket (wegman's) in our town (yes i am serious, it really was big though) and.. i don't know 4th grade was the best i think. i started playing flute.
5th Grade
Teacher: mrs baggarly (sp?)
School: westhoff elementary, in WALNUT california
Best friend: did i have one? bevery for awhile, april for awhile, christine lee at the end
Crush: don't know
Memory: came to school the 2nd day it started. everyone thought being from ny meant nyc and why i had no accent (stupid). i hated school because it looked like a trailer park and the "halls" and "cafeteria" were OUTSIDE. ridiculous. and i didnt know how to play the pole game with the ball on it and no one knew what lacrosse was. i was a sad 5th grader.
6th Grade
Teacher: so many...mrs long was my favorite
School: suzanne middle school
Best friend: angel lim (wtf?!)
Crush: none
Memory: not as ghetto as elementary school. i don't remember anything.. i got to be first chair in band, mrjones was a psycho. i lost the spelling bee cuz i spelled rhinoceros wrong. IDIOT!
7th Grade
Favorite teacher: mrs browdus
School: suzanne middle school
Best friend: tiffany chi, sharon
Crush: i dont knowwwwwwwwwwwww
Memory: i made challenger band with tiffany, gene, jenn tsai, andd corey? i went to sacramento with shawna & jenn for band, it was really fun? ummmm yeah. mr jones cried like a baby on a daily basis
8th Grade
Favorite teacher: mr haskvitz
School: suzanne
Best friend: sharon (sort of), tiffany chi, jenn tsai, cathieeeeeee, tiffany cheng
Crush: :)
Memory: we did MARS project in haskvitz. i loved his class, i never had to do the projects. went to DC with cathie & jennifer it was REALLY fun. i had a flute solo with orchestra and one time i didn't warm up and jones got really mad and made me play scales in front of everyone.....hahahaha whatever. i had major drama with sharon & tiffanie sun. i still think those issues lurk around. whatever.
9th Grade
Favorite teacher: mrs cole, mrs spencer
School: WALNUT HIGH SCHOOL
Best friend: hmm. cathie, tiffany chi, don't remember
Crush: hmmmm
Memory: i got my first and last (hopefully) B in mr davis' world history honors summer school class with shawna, diana, and tiffany. we had an assembly line to do homework. i started publications. hated mrs tan, but i loved the class after the first 6 weeks. i LOVED my freshman year. started the tradition of the 1 page yearbook insert thing. the yearbook was disgusting, MOMENTUM.
10th Grade
Favorite teacher: mr root, mr little
School: WALNUT
Best friend: i dont even know. everyone i hang out with now
Memory: i hated chemistry. english rocked with betty and jennifer we OWNED. and..i was a 2nd year staffer in publications, embarassing. i loved french. hmm so many memories so hard to remember. the yearbook at the time (i thought) it was beautiful, atypical.
11th Grade
Favorite teacher: mr holmes
School: WALNUT
Best friend: everyone i hang out with.. of course there was stephanie HAHHA nice
Crush: NONE!
Memory: worst year of my life. sat class, tests. dropping out of IB, being branded the effing "IB Rebel" regular history & english, turned out to be great. became a tV whore and began my sleeping disease. hated mrs hunter with a PASSION. alpha megacourse, most retarded 2 weeks of my life. stephanie was GREAT! though. being yearbook editor, FUN. having stephanie and all the seniors push/support the eic thing. love love loved publications and ALL the senior editors. drifted from many. hated school with a passion. i got to make the yearbook cover. the whole book was beautifuL!!!!! YOU LEAD A BIG LIFE MADE OF SMALL THINGS. lindsay and vinh were the best EICs ever, i do not even compare.
12th Grade
Favorite teacher: MRS JENG! hahaha i love all my teachers ok, jacqot not really. mrs tan is okay. bosanko is cool. dr ramp is the coolest old man ever. mrs jeng is GREAT, mr holmes is hilarious.
School: WALNUT
Best friend: cathie, jennifer, modestine sorttaaaa, etc etc etc
Crush: nothing! high school SUCKS
Memory: it hasn't even ended yet. french SUCks big time. i hate yearbook now. got to know modestine/marcus a lot more. befriend all the people i missed out on the past three years and completely drifted away from lots of past "friends>" (whatever). waiting for the school year to end. still have sleeping disease and is a complete tv whore. yearbook will be totally different, and hopefully beautiful toooo. LIFE UNSCRIPTED.
JENNIFER TURNED 18 on friday! i can't believe i'm going to be 18 soon too. i can..smoke? no thanks. i can get arrested and my parents won't save me? :( i can sign myself out of school. i don't want to grow up :( life is fast. anyway we had a semi party at her house but all these people magically showed up uninvited which waws really weird. whatever. watched saved.
saturday went christmas shoppingggggg. i have no friends now. the ones that are left are like $20 presents though so i still lost money big time. slept over at jenns house and wrapped presents until 3am while watching AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER (great!)
sunday. woke up at 5:30 AM. not wanting to go to nhs race in LA AT ALL. swore to jennifer i would quit nhs after that event. i did. was effing cold. jon tseng took me, jenn, and gene to griffith park. grace is an nhs nazi. ate lunch with jenn's mom and jon and jenn at macaroni grill. they fell asleep, i left and slept. yes
this is why i don't update. iused to breakdown what i did everyday and what happened. but it's so boring and insignificant now. college apps blah, pending until winter break. done with UCs, USC. still have upenn, columbia, brown, wellesley, nyu, yale, u of chicago. everyone is leaving for christmas, i will be very lonely. i'm sure jacquot will not disappoint in making my time away from school suck as well. waiting for 2nd semester to slack off in TA with yamashiro and no college apps.
anyway until winter break when i'll be bored and alone then i will update daily. until then, time to spend time with wuthering heights..or most likely sleep.
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