YOU FAIL IT (it is navigation, also communication and information environments)

[bliumchik]

Aaah, dammit, I broke my streak on not having public-transport-related breakdowns. Seriously, Alexandria, what the hell? Oh no, but FIRST, I trecked up a massive hill in order to get to the bus stop in the first place - asking for directions twice because the first lot consisted of "just walk up that street" (and I mean UP, sheesh) and said street turned out to be a dead end full of clothing warehouses (what!?) - and then I discovered that I didn't have my mobile on me and couldn't tell my dad I was late. So I went to the payphone which was directly in the midday sun and thus 1) really hot and 2) really hard to read the screen of. And then it turned out my dad's phone was off. Then I turned around and saw my bus, and sprinted back down to the bus stop only to arrive JUST as it pulls out (completely ignoring me). Insert one mild breakdown. I catch the next bus.

"Do you go to Alexandria?" I say.
"Where in Alexandria?"
"Bourke street!"
"Yeah, sure."

Twenty minutes later, I've been watching the street signs for the word "Bourke" and I suddenly realise we're in Botany.

"Um, didn't you want to go to Alexandria?" Says the bus driver.
"Yeah." says I. "Uh, nevermind. I think this expedition was a failure, I'll just stay on this bus till Eastgardens and go home."
"...kay."

Which I did. So that was the first one of the year - setting a decent tone, I guess, almost three months in and nothing major. And I managed Parramatta for Diana's birthday in complete calm, so there!

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Now I have to post on my CIE blog. Yes, one of my assignments is a blog. We're in small groups and we have to discuss this week's textbook chapters there. CIE, by the way, is the most boring subject in the history of the universe. It's full of old people trying to talk about the internet and coming off as slightly bewildered and desperate to keep up.

In the interests of science I will now reproduce some of my notes from a CIE lecture and tutorial. Please imagine the following spread out on the page and surrounded by little squiggles and arrowed-hearts and smiley faces and geometric patterns and pacman ghosts. And a rectangular cat. And swans. And fucking fibonacci!

CIE 5

do assignment one.
historical LENS.
1457: Gutenberg does not invent the printing press. Other things Gutenberg did not invent: wooden print, moveable type, metal moveable type.
avoiding eurocentricity

broke, physics, zombie apocalypse
uphill both ways
1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 89 144
typographical man
visual communication BOOM

oral/literary culture
why are we here
good question!!
fuck a whole year of this.
testable methods, stocks.

who are we?
a touch of canada
first fleet!
advertising in the media.
time-centric, safe to dp
working men, Murdoch, symbolic power

233 377 610 987 1597 2584 4081 6665 10746

Whitlam,carved it up, deal
offset printing, agitation
HUNDREDS OF WOMEN IN CANBERRA
opening up of the media to new tech
theological striptease, madonna of the napalm

17411 28157 45568 73725 119293 193012 312305

uphill both ways WITH HURRICANE
shifts are complex
FAIL
poor proofreaders
the web is a moody cashcow
fuck political economy

MUFFIN
tables
political economy vs blogging
online discussion board
cheezburger
DOWNFAAAAALL


THE END.
*takes leetle bow*

That was my notes for the day in their entirety. During the tutorial I got Fibonacci up to a couple of hundred million but did not feel the need to type all that out. I WAS REALLY BORED.

Comments

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Here 'tis (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collatz_conjecture); the idea is that you pick a number. If it's even, you divide by two; if not, you multiply by three and add one. Eventually, the number will get to 1. It always works, but no-one can prove that it will.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Ah, proofs are in that level of mathematics that I just can't bring myself to give a shit about :p

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Proof? Meh. It's a fun toy, especially if you convince someone to look for the one number that doesn't work. :D

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

LOL I can see how that would be funny. No, I mean the whole concept of proofs :P we did one of the general theorem of calculus last year and at the end I was like "Wow. I care so little that I would rather just memorise crap."

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. The only kind of proof that I liked was induction, and that's mostly because it involves doing tricksy things rather than just memorising board after board of what's practically mathsturbation.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Lol did your class keep making that joke about maths debating? Dear god.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Surprisingly, no - not even once. But, when the frog was hopping toward the pond to teach us about limits, we made the teacher change the ending from the frog dying of thirst to the frog getting close enough to stick its tongue out and drink.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

OH GOD. THE FROG.

That frog was good for HOURS of hilarity.

[kayloulee.livejournal.com]

I'm going to exercise my medieval studies/Asian studies major rights here and not ask.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Limits are actually really easy, which is why you can explain them with a frog.

The scenario is this: you have a frog ten metres away from a pond. Each hop, the frog covers half the remaining distance to the pond. So, how many hops will it take for the frog to reach the pond?

[kayloulee.livejournal.com]

Is this one of those things how the frog will never reach the pond? Someone's Paradox? I can't remember who the someone was, because Terry Pratchett and the Science of Discworld have mixed me up for life.