Friday, September 23, 2011

Wikipedia

Support Wikipedia

I donated to Wikpedia. Read my post on communication here. Lets go people! Wikipedia is too awesome for us not to contribute in some way.

Monday, September 12, 2011

SigFig practice

Check out this little sigfig test that a friend of mine put together: http://alecgorge.github.com/sigfig-practice/


the reason it looks so damn pretty is because he used Bootstap. It is very pretty, and simple, and all javascript. Neato!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

College Story Round Up #1

Story Round up taken from a letter I wrote. Names have been changed.

The last few weeks have been pretty hectic. As you probably know, orientation is a pain in the ass. We want to get past the ‘freshman-who-does-not-know-what-he-is-doing’ stage as quickly as possible, but the 4 day long orientation forcefully dragged it out. Having come here early, I already had a group of similar-interest/like-minded/interesting/funny/cool/fun to hang out with friends, but I could not hang out with them, I had to go to meetings with my mentor group. At one point, I was holding hands with some sweaty people, with my arms wrapped around 3 others, and somebody stuck between my legs. They called it ‘the human knot’ and the goal was to free ourselves into a circle. It took my group and hour and a half. While invading an impressive number of peoples personal spaces simultaneously, I was able to watch a few good friends (some from high school) have an awesome time jumping rope with the president of the school, playing a giant game of ninja, and haveing a watermelon eating contest. Out group was veritably the lame one.

A girl (the same one who’s cousins house I am writing this in) has a sister. Her sister turned 15 on Saturday. She came to visit her sister and... let’s call them Jill for the girl and Meagan for the sister? OK, where was I: Meagan turns 15 on Saturday and is visiting/sleeping over with Jill. After they ate dinner, myself and Hank  met up with Jill and Meagan, and with some other irrelevant people, made a night of it. It started with an 80’s themed dance, where only 3 songs that were in any conceivable way connected to the 80’s were played (I did a pretty sweet MJ dance, moonwalk ftw). At one point, while running away from Hank (he was made I was introducing him as ‘hank’), out of the tent the dance was set up in, around the open campus lawn section-y area. We laugh it off and run back and I realize my Leatherman (big muilti-tool with knifes and such) is missing. Clark/Hank helps me try and find it, and I do, 30 minutes later. It had opened up and some particularly nasty blades were open, and on the ground. Did i mention the Leatherman is black? It could have ended badly. After we get tired of listening to LMFAO, we all head back to one of the dorms, to chill in the lobby area. We weaved a 15 year old (who has already witnesses some questionable content a la dance) around 2 seperate drunkenly passed out people who were more in than on the sidewalk, As it turns out, a drunk passed out guy marks an excellent location for people to gather and chat, and we had to stop and talk over the hopefully-not-choking-on-vomit guy for a bit. Did I mention 15 year old? We get back to the dorm, and talk/play pool for a few hours. Twice police officers and ambulance(s) are called to cart away somebody (right past us) with alcohol poisoning. Some facts worth noting: 15 year old. Depauw is #15 top party school in country. (down from #10). It was the greatest birthday ever!

My parents have not heard much of me. . . Mostly to the fact that I have made virtually no attempts at communicating with them. Some advice: Email. You can stay in touch without having to have personal or timely responses.

I was able to have a 6 day Wal-Mart visit streak. I am probably the only student in the history of Depauw to show up to an English class without paper. Or Pens. I barely had clothes.

Laundry! More advice: Don’t wait as long as possible, because doing one load is easier than doing two. Now you, like me, grew up in a household with parents. This means we do not know how to do laundry.

Ok, here we go. I walked into the laundry room with an overstuffed bag of clothes and dreams of cleanliness. I walked out with an impressively diminished sense of self-esteem. I confused the Washer with the Dryer and started loading up clothes in the dryer. My friend decided to stop me as I was about to toss in the detergent. These are what good friends I have. So Laundry done, I suppose my clothes are clean enough, but I am as of yet unable to master the ability to keep them wrinkle-free. I will be that freshman.

I have not yet locked myself out on accident, but a suitemate did. I come home and he is sleeping in the suite area, which was reaaaallly funny, and I woke him up laughing.