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flwydSo, yeah. I think I'll update rather than catching up on sleep.
Saturday I went to the CU vs. San Jose State game (I figured $25 for season tickets would be a cheap way to potentially bond with my residents). The last CU football game I attended was on 9/26/1986. It was rainy and cold for most of the morning, but I had the presence of mind to put on a sweatshirt, a rain coat, and my signature shark hat. The student section, being full of rowdy college students, stood on the bleechers for the whole game, partly because they didn't have the sense to bring appropriate rain gear and partly because everyone in front of them was standing. Also, being rowdy students, they started a marshmallow fight near the end of the first half. "What? San Jose missed their kick? I wasn't paying attention." CU dominated the first quarter, scoring on every series, while Jose's drives ended in an off-the-upright field goal attempt, a blocked punt, and an interception. With CU up 35-9 at the half, lots of people decided to go get warm, dry, and drunk. I decided to wander around looking for other of my residents and ran into Simon, Jack, and Robert. Not that that means anything to my loyal readers, but we haven't seen each other for a year and a half and had lost touch. (I asked Simon if he checked his CU email, to which he responded negatively. I then asked him (a huge Tool fan) if he went to the concert this summer, to which he responded negatively, citing lack of tickets. I then informed him that I'd emailed him informing him of my extra ticket.) ANYway, we'd all planned to watch Manos: Hands of Fate during finals two years ago, but it didn't happen, so we've got a plan and a functioning email address.
That evening, I watched Me, You, Them at the IFS with some folks from the Pagan Student Alliance who didn't want to hang out with their sorority-rushing roommates. It was an interesting Brazillian movie which includes, of all things, less-than-sexy people having sex (mostly through implication, though).
On Sunday morning I arose at 7am as the air was still chilly from the random rainy day. Several Quad staff members as well as not as many residents as signed up boarded school busses to participate in Aids Walk Colorado in Denver. The event's goals are twofold, first to raise money, second to raise awareness. Being po' college students, CU's Department of Housing did mostly the second. Lots of free stuff was given out, including french toast bagels (yummy), cool Department of Housing T-shirts, energy drinks, pins, ribbons, etc. Along the 10K parade itself, every 20 minutes or so someone would be standing by the roadside handing out some sort of plastic-wrapped sugar. So by the end of the day we were burned and had stomach aches, but felt good about having fun in the sun and getting our third community program out of the way by the second week of school.
Immediately upon return to Boulder I traveled to Tor's house to play TITAN, the Fantasy Monster Slugathon Game. This was madness was undertaken because my Senior Project is to add network support, computer players, and miscelaneous features to Tor's existing TITAN game. The game began at 2:30 with varying levels of rules comprehension among the five players. About 3.5 hours later, Gabriel pounced on my Titan stack, knocking me out with hardly a fight. Another hour passed and David had to leave, so I took over for his (rather sad) board position. 2.5 hours later, Gabriel made a poor tactical move in his attack on Craig with his Titan stack and was eliminated. 1.5 hours later, I finally drove Craig's 14/4 Titan and Angel into the dust with 4 Rangers, 2 Warbears, and a Guardian. Finishing at 11pm (that's 8.5 hours for those of you not keeping score), I announced that step #1 would be to devise a way to test features without playing much of the game. The game looks like it'll cut down on some of the redundant time as well. Determining the contents of your stack, for instance, will involve a few mouse clicks, rather than picking up a pile of squares, pawing through them, and then neatly restacking them. I'm quite excited about the project. It's written in Perl and Tk, which means we won't get bogged down in the minutea of C code and obtuse GUI calls, although I kind of wanted those experiences. But perl will make the easy things easy and the difficult things managable. I'm looking forward to coming up with AI strategy, since it's the intersection of several of my interests, and I haven't done any hard core strategy analysis for a while (or ever, depending on the tolerence level for "hard core"). And working with this group and this sponsor (an all around cool guy) will probably be more fun than working with some other groups and working on corporate code.
Of course, after hearing "TITAN usually takes 4-6 hours to play" for a while, I had planned on doing some homework around 9:30 last night. I managed to knock out my homework efficiently and suck in enough caffine to keep coherent today.
The duty RAs just walked into my room and I explained my philosophical argument from stats this morning. The professor's claim: The probability of an event is defined as the number of times that event would occur after an infinite number of trials. My response: Given an infinite number of coin flips, it is not necessarily true that an equal number of heads and tails will be thrown. It's almost as likely, for instance, that 50.5% will be heads and 49.5% will be tails. There's an infinite set of infinite sets, each representing a sequence of heads and tails. Since the events are random, you can just select a random infinite set. I think the "percentage of heads" property of this infinite sample is in a normal distribution, so there's only about a 65% chance that an infinite number of coin flips will be "around" a 50/50 split. In order for the definition to hold true, it must rely on some questionable metaphysical premises which are far from clear. Of course, this is math, so all premises are taken as obvious and the focus is on crystaline proof. I'll stick to philosophy where one has the option of thorough examination of all premises and shaky argumentation to reach a weird conclusion.
Saturday I went to the CU vs. San Jose State game (I figured $25 for season tickets would be a cheap way to potentially bond with my residents). The last CU football game I attended was on 9/26/1986. It was rainy and cold for most of the morning, but I had the presence of mind to put on a sweatshirt, a rain coat, and my signature shark hat. The student section, being full of rowdy college students, stood on the bleechers for the whole game, partly because they didn't have the sense to bring appropriate rain gear and partly because everyone in front of them was standing. Also, being rowdy students, they started a marshmallow fight near the end of the first half. "What? San Jose missed their kick? I wasn't paying attention." CU dominated the first quarter, scoring on every series, while Jose's drives ended in an off-the-upright field goal attempt, a blocked punt, and an interception. With CU up 35-9 at the half, lots of people decided to go get warm, dry, and drunk. I decided to wander around looking for other of my residents and ran into Simon, Jack, and Robert. Not that that means anything to my loyal readers, but we haven't seen each other for a year and a half and had lost touch. (I asked Simon if he checked his CU email, to which he responded negatively. I then asked him (a huge Tool fan) if he went to the concert this summer, to which he responded negatively, citing lack of tickets. I then informed him that I'd emailed him informing him of my extra ticket.) ANYway, we'd all planned to watch Manos: Hands of Fate during finals two years ago, but it didn't happen, so we've got a plan and a functioning email address.
That evening, I watched Me, You, Them at the IFS with some folks from the Pagan Student Alliance who didn't want to hang out with their sorority-rushing roommates. It was an interesting Brazillian movie which includes, of all things, less-than-sexy people having sex (mostly through implication, though).
On Sunday morning I arose at 7am as the air was still chilly from the random rainy day. Several Quad staff members as well as not as many residents as signed up boarded school busses to participate in Aids Walk Colorado in Denver. The event's goals are twofold, first to raise money, second to raise awareness. Being po' college students, CU's Department of Housing did mostly the second. Lots of free stuff was given out, including french toast bagels (yummy), cool Department of Housing T-shirts, energy drinks, pins, ribbons, etc. Along the 10K parade itself, every 20 minutes or so someone would be standing by the roadside handing out some sort of plastic-wrapped sugar. So by the end of the day we were burned and had stomach aches, but felt good about having fun in the sun and getting our third community program out of the way by the second week of school.
Immediately upon return to Boulder I traveled to Tor's house to play TITAN, the Fantasy Monster Slugathon Game. This was madness was undertaken because my Senior Project is to add network support, computer players, and miscelaneous features to Tor's existing TITAN game. The game began at 2:30 with varying levels of rules comprehension among the five players. About 3.5 hours later, Gabriel pounced on my Titan stack, knocking me out with hardly a fight. Another hour passed and David had to leave, so I took over for his (rather sad) board position. 2.5 hours later, Gabriel made a poor tactical move in his attack on Craig with his Titan stack and was eliminated. 1.5 hours later, I finally drove Craig's 14/4 Titan and Angel into the dust with 4 Rangers, 2 Warbears, and a Guardian. Finishing at 11pm (that's 8.5 hours for those of you not keeping score), I announced that step #1 would be to devise a way to test features without playing much of the game. The game looks like it'll cut down on some of the redundant time as well. Determining the contents of your stack, for instance, will involve a few mouse clicks, rather than picking up a pile of squares, pawing through them, and then neatly restacking them. I'm quite excited about the project. It's written in Perl and Tk, which means we won't get bogged down in the minutea of C code and obtuse GUI calls, although I kind of wanted those experiences. But perl will make the easy things easy and the difficult things managable. I'm looking forward to coming up with AI strategy, since it's the intersection of several of my interests, and I haven't done any hard core strategy analysis for a while (or ever, depending on the tolerence level for "hard core"). And working with this group and this sponsor (an all around cool guy) will probably be more fun than working with some other groups and working on corporate code.
Of course, after hearing "TITAN usually takes 4-6 hours to play" for a while, I had planned on doing some homework around 9:30 last night. I managed to knock out my homework efficiently and suck in enough caffine to keep coherent today.
The duty RAs just walked into my room and I explained my philosophical argument from stats this morning. The professor's claim: The probability of an event is defined as the number of times that event would occur after an infinite number of trials. My response: Given an infinite number of coin flips, it is not necessarily true that an equal number of heads and tails will be thrown. It's almost as likely, for instance, that 50.5% will be heads and 49.5% will be tails. There's an infinite set of infinite sets, each representing a sequence of heads and tails. Since the events are random, you can just select a random infinite set. I think the "percentage of heads" property of this infinite sample is in a normal distribution, so there's only about a 65% chance that an infinite number of coin flips will be "around" a 50/50 split. In order for the definition to hold true, it must rely on some questionable metaphysical premises which are far from clear. Of course, this is math, so all premises are taken as obvious and the focus is on crystaline proof. I'll stick to philosophy where one has the option of thorough examination of all premises and shaky argumentation to reach a weird conclusion.
