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March 14th, 2009

No more living at Harrison for me. For next year, I applied at Cary Quad, way up on the north end of campus. What luck that most of my fellow droogs also applied there when they were turned away from their primary housing choice, Hillenbrand, the Hamptons of Uni residences. They got suites while I got a “closet” which is long, narrow and pretty much the smallest rooms on campus . If the beds are pushed against opposite walls (which is pretty much the only way to arrange them), I could reach over and punch my roommate in the face if I had the inclination. At least, that’s what I gathered from when we visited one of the RA’s rooms.

But from what I saw, Cary Quad should have some perks. The ceilings are slightly higher and smoother, meaning that when I stretch out my arms in the morning, I’m not as likely to pull back horribly bloodied knuckles. (I mean sometimes, yeah, I will. You can’t just leave an intramural fight club, but high ceilings are definitely a plus.) Yeah, there’s the ghettofied aspects of it to be dealt with, but that’s why Dupont makes industrial-grade doilies. Doilies and sandpaper.

Also there’s a 5 ft-high novelty Red Bull trash can that serves as the regulation wastebasket, from what I am led to believe.

The elevators are best summed up as those dual doored ones from Scrubs, which will be great for my quirky internal monologues. (Existence of an elevator barbershop quartet is unknown.) The current residents are a change from Harrison, judging from the dialogue I overheard.

Guy #1: Well, technically he’s losing potential energy.
Guy #2: Obviously, but the elevator’s moving so he also has more kinetic energy now…
Guy #3: Oh, shut up, you two. Why don’t you go do Matlab and masturbate?

Engineers.

I keep the same meal plan however, the old 10-meal for various reasons.

The bare minimum 10-meal plan cost $4119 for the meals swipes only. For a 32 week year, that’s $13.26 per meal. If I instead order a $5 ($5.30 with tax) footlong from Subway in place of each of those 300 meals, I save $2547 (which is enough to also buy 25 George Foreman grills and/or buttload of meat).

For obvious reasons, this accelerates my plan to get an apartment. Even the cheapest room on campus is 6500 a year. But apartments open up a free market selection system. Somewhere out there is a crappy cheap apartment that politcial prisoners would reject that would house me comfortably.

Escape from Leper Island

March 8th, 2009

My old Motorola V195 has served me well. But as the times change, so too must the carriers and network allegiance. My V195 will always have a place in my Drawer of Retired Electronics. Its marathon battery (21 days according to the manufacturer, more like 15 IRL) and compact internal antenna. What was perhaps most important though, were the ubiquitous mini-B data port and the 2.5mm headset jack, the functionalities of which I will explain later.

Before you start searching facebook for my “Got a new phone, give me your numbers!!!< <<<3!!1!!" group, don't. (And don't even let the neurons that would allow such a thought to propagate even continue to survive. I believe the web is already cluttered with enough junk and fluff.) Remember first that I'm not a normal person who is content on tediously entering in many contacts again, a process which, as enticing as it sounds, I've bypassed by simply transferring all my contacts to my new phone via SIM card using the unlocked V195. phone

The Nokia 6650 is a svelte and thinner counterpoint to my bulky yet functional V195. But my V195 had that Volkswagon beetle-esque bulbousness and charm that earned a special place in my heart as well as prevented it slipping out of my pocket. I can’t say the same for the Nokia that has already fallen out of my pocket during lecture in Lily thanks to a polished aluminum battery panel.

I chose this over the LG Shine partly because I don’t trust slider phones. In the harsh environment of my pocket, a screen could get scratched by keys or pens. I also don’t trust a slider mechanism. They seem too delicate, depending on what feels like nothing more than the tensile strength of a small spring. The flip phone has been refined by man since the beginning of (POSIX) time. Besides, it won’t ever engage while in my pocket.

Unfortunately, the 6650 is so modern and sleek that it includes a microUSB data connector, thus requiring me to get a new cable. With the copious resources available online to hack the RAZR and access its system files and the V195 being only a couple of hundred lines of code away, it was well within the limits of driver compatibility. I easily found my way in, where I could remove carrier branding, edit seems, and upload my own mp3 ringtones. For now, I’m limited to the sluggishness and inconvenience of Bluetooth. That is, until I get home to my microSD card so I can finally take advantage of it and fill it with music and images and whatnot. It makes me salivate (but not in a creepy way). My only complaint is the 300kB limit on ringtone size. Why, Nokia programmers, why?

I should also mention that the new contract means I can text now, like a normal person! (But still not.) Unlike before when I was charged for every time someone texted me and thus causing some of my friends accumulate quite a debt to me. Hooray! Now I can communicate with people and eat meals with my friends instead of sitting alone at the “Table of Technologically Obsolete Friends” (formerly “Table of Lepers”).

Of course, I’m still behind the curve and still use punctuation in my texts. I still need to map the keypad in my mind. And I still only use it to communicate only the very important things instead of what it is supposed to be used for. Incidentally, I find myself now considering getting a Twitter account, because not only am I able to now update continuously, it will provide a home for all my more non sequitur thoughts which are frittered away and don’t fit into blog posts. All the scraps that are left by the wayside in the course of my day.

Then there’s that part of me that fears becoming a text zombie that I see so often on this campus. (I only narrowly escaped my Romero-esque adventure that almost led to me becoming an iPod zombie because none of the other zombies would bite me.) Then again, who can live comfortably forever holed up in a metaphorical mall?