I do not understand why we took so many notes on translations/function fun stuff in math class today. It is one thing to legitimately get the class to use the same vocabulary, but it seemed weird to be so extensive on common sense things. Of course if you wrap g(x) inside f(x), g(x) has to exist, and therefore f(x)’s domain is restricted. But geez. My turquoise marker’s running out.

I’ve gotten strangely used to writing in cursive. Printing is almost irksome, wavy and no longer appealing, but I think cursive ticks teachers off.

I tried Ben and Jerry’s American Pie ice cream today. As you might know, Harmy loves anything apple/cinnamon, so she got it from the store. Part of the proceeds were supposed to go toward supporting education, so she actually paid full price.

http://www.benjerry.com/americanpie/ <–I wanted to put a picture, but it was all flashy instead of HTMLy, and I didn't want to do the whole screenshot/crop/photobucket shabang.

It wasn't that good. The ice cream was kinda white and rubbery, with a pungent flavor of apple liqueur, and the apple chunks blended into the ice cream's texture. Pie crust pieces were good but not plentiful enough. What disappointment.

**sidenote: the best cinnamon ice cream I've tasted was at Mallard's, in Bellingham, WA. There's chili powder in it. :-D

Harmy needs to pare down her extracurriculars. After much deliberation, it stands as such:

1. Infinite Possibilities
2. Trident
3. Orchestra/vla
4. Math team
5. Student Government

More pondering needed.

The Harmster received two gratas litteras in the mail today! One (in an unnecessarily huge envelope) said that she made it into orchestra; the other gave proof of her 56 volunteer hours and 2 movie tickets. =D

School is good. The day flies, with the exception of latin and spanish. Luda latinae argutias non tenet, y la clase de espanol es una recitacion de lo que mi professor aprendio de psicologia. Hoy, aprendimos de las etapas de ninos.

The dregs of Harmy’s mp3 player

I bought my mp3 player probably 3 weeks before the IPod craze began. With the amount I paid for it back then, I could get 40 times more storage space. [not accounting for inflation and stuff. Just a rough estimate.]

However, my player from the Cretaceous Period has one feature that some fancy mega-players lack: voice record.

Today, when I was cleaning it out, I found (all values approximate):

1 hour of STAR 99.9
Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini, recorded from NPR
40 minutes of static and noise

4–Quattor–Quatro–FOUR takes of my renditions of Suite Hebraique. They’re so ghastly that I might upload one for your listening pleasures…or you could play it over and over to yield a confession from someone.

Dozens of scales, arpeggios. I can’t tell you what keys because Do keeps changing within each one.

Stuff from concerts that sound misty and far away

My trying to explain musical modes to Ms. Narden for a project on roman music. It includes my trying to sing quarter tones and playing bugle calls on the piano.

I went to Borders last night. I bought nothing, but returned home with insights:

Libraries, in their current condition, suck because they simultaneously go for two divergent goals: Having a complete collection, and trying to get people to actually read something.

Bookstores are great. They make you go, “Wow, there’s so much to read, and it all looks so good–I wish I could have all of them!..’cept I haven’t any money so I’ll just copy down these titles and go to the library and get them.” Of course, they don’t have every single book, and they’re not organized in ways to help people research: for example, non fiction books are still alphabetized by author.

Libraries are also great. They store information in organized manners (with some exceptions) and have book both popular and obscure. But if you’re looking for something to read and go in without a set idea, those narrow aisles of tall shelves with dozens of crackly, ugly, oft-illegible spines don’t help. Usually people just go to their favorite author and get another one of his books or grab something, check that it’s mildly appealing, and go home to find that in context of their busy lives, the book isn’t that appealing after all.

If libraries could focus on only one goal: either to get people to read more, or to have a full collection, they’d be thrice as effective. [Let’s pretend they have infinite $$.] Why not have a central library with a full collection per “information district,” and have smaller town libraries dedicate themselves to displaying books more enticingly? Town libraries don’t have very complete collections anyway–however, if several towns pooled their collections, it wouldn’t be as hopelessly barren.

Then, librarians would pick books to have at their own libraries: probably a randomized list, combined with ones picked by hand. Town libraries would have fewer books than before, but would be able to display more books with the cover facing out or placed atop shelves instead of wedged between other volumes. If someone needed to do research, they should go to the central library. If someone wants to get a book for fun, they’d go to the town library.

There are the issues of how to keep track of books if they’re displayed thematically and not dewey-decimal’d, but then again, if you really wanted to find a specific book, you wouldn’t be at the town library.

There’s no such thing as too much cinnamon.

Last night, a lady called me and asked me to play in a quartet! It was so shocking and thrilling that my pinky isn’t curling up in shame anymore.

So School. I’ll categorize like Linnaeus to make this easy.


AP Chem-It’s exactly the type of class I love. Dynamic teacher, a sense of camraderie among students, and timing cellphone dingalings because the stopwatch that beeps for 2 seconds got eaten.

English-Dr. Liberman is terrific, both in the “reel kewl” and “omg, tengo mucho temor” senses. Sure, there’s work, but there’s learning too, so I’m fine with that.


Spanish-He started off the year with an absolutely boring day, then wasting an entire day, then telling us that a 2 on an AP is nothing to sneeze at; however, people tell me that he likes to cook. Maybe he’ll bring food someday. :-D

Latin-It stinks that Ms. Narden doesn’t let people work on other classes’ stuff (even when the Latin alternative is a crossword puzzle), and that, out of respect for her, I refrain from trying to work on other classes’ stuff.


Math?-Same as usual, ‘cept the part of my brain named “Algebra II” is as linty as the underside of Dwee’s bed.

Gym-I moved up to B gym this year. Grin!!!


History-Definitely haven’t studied history as closely before.