Monday, 24 May 2010

Finish

In exactly, I'm going to try to post this exactly on 8 o'clock, three hours I'll be done with learning things, equations, proofs and solutions. Lasers marks the end of the lot and the beginning of possible mass liver failure on the streets of Cathays. Hopefully I will get round to ordering my graduation garb, measuring my head at the least, in the next month. Which is really all that's left to do.

Monday, 17 May 2010

Non-linear systems, oh, and chaos

Today is exam number three. Not the hardest I'd hope and certainly one that I know a little bit about. So for the moment I'll put aside my devastating suburban longing and get on with something that matters.

Sunday, 16 May 2010

Fear Me, May

For today I am the Yes Man. And that means saying yes to myself and not being afraid, to risk feeling maybe a little stupid to take a chance on something that could be really great. So prepare for carnage. Along with learning most of a module for Mondays exam, today will be fairly busy.

Currently there's still a little residual pain/anguish over the disappointing result in the final yesterday. Really the better team, the much better team, won. It could though have been so different, we defended better than the sum of our parts, Chelsea's shooting was dangerous from distance but strangely attracted toward the woodwork. Kalou continues to look like one of the worst players in professional football, he was wholey outshone by international team-mate Dindane, who even managed an air kick when he had a clear sight of goal. Mokoena and Rocha have managed to form a tight and effective partnership over only a short time together, the full-backs, Mullins, well out of position and Finnan, ancient, looked composed. If this team had been together the whole of the season they could, should and would most likely have finished 14th. They're bad but certainly not the worst. Hardly the drubbing that was expected, credit to everyone involved for preventing that, team spirit, determination and pride have got us a long way this season. If there's enough left for next season we aught to be just fine.

Thursday, 13 May 2010

Comments

Tomorrow I have the opportunity to throw away a good deal of hard work over the last two years in the space of a couple of hours. I reckon reducing my average with a low 40's score isn't the end of the world but maybe the end of my prospects of getting a 2.1. Clearly my own fault (in this rare case) but it seems as much work as I do now there isn't going to be much difference made.

On a brighter note I've enjoyed a week of non-stop action, work on the project which finally got thrown in on Monday and had a lot of time to appreciate a fair few good tunes. I've picked up a couple of good albums, Walter Schreifels' Open Letter To The Scene is a nice departure from his hardcore roots and whets the appetite a little more for a forthcoming (maybe, hopefully, one day) Rival Schools release. Trans Am have put together a colossus in the form of Thing, I'm not sure what it is they claim to do best but they make a robust dance/noise/electronic/rock noise. I've found the excellent Damien Jurado, listening to the under-threat BBC 6 music. It's strange to look at the last fm page for six music and see the incompatibility of tastes between their regular plays and my own. Actually come to think of it that is how it should be, I enjoy the radio friendly singles from The National, La Roux etc and the less mainstream action from Bowie and co. While it's not the kind of music I'd listen to, soft rock and weenie indie isn't quite my thing, there are some gems thrown in. The session guests in the evening are often pretty interesting Plank!, Errors and Deerhunter have featured recently, the former are a band who play the kind of guitar tapping math-rock I didn't think would ever make it onto the radio anywhere, let alone over tea-time.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

Season Ends

Come the 24th I'll be finished. Exams, none more, hopefully ever. Friday was my last ever lecture, Tuesday will by the first of my last exams. I wish myself luck.