Some run-on sentences about spring and such

17 March 2010 by April

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I don’t know if the content of this photo makes sense to anyone but me, but basically, this is what happens when it’s spring and 60 degrees and gorgeous and I open my windows and prop open my door to get a breeze to dry my fantastically smelling, fantastically clean laundry.  And said breeze causes my curtains to eat my desk.  Specifically my computer.

So I say “Screw that, not doing work anymore,” and I go and be a real person in the real world outside of my room, and have a grand old time doing it.

And have work that needs to be done, so you know, there’s that, but I totally aced my math midterm and I’m still not failing CS quite yet, plus spring break is SOON OH SO SOON and I’m excited about my summer.  Among other reasons, I’m excited about my summer because my advisor is amazing and made all my decisions seem easy.  Duane, where were you when I was applying to college?

Anyway, details to come.  I was actually planning to write about babies, which I may still do at a later date, but I’m not promising anything.  In other news, I need to sleep so I can work later so I can pack later so I can leave later, so bye.

oh my god what happened to my LIFE

14 March 2010 by April

SERIOUSLY.  WEEKEND.  WHAT.

My three consolations are that at least the due date for the CS problem set has been postponed (thank god), at least my sleep schedule was already so fucked up that DST could do nothing to fuck with me further, and at least the weather was utter crap so I didn’t want to go outside or leave my room or the library or anything.

Also, 9 out of 10 other people I’ve spoken to are having even shittier midterms weeks than I am – at least I only have ONE take-home midterm and ONE 10-page paper and ONE problem set – which makes complaining to them significantly less satisfying, but I guess I will accept what schadenfreude the universe has to offer me.

Also, there’s a stapler in our bathroom.  It’s been there for four days.  A stapler, just chilling on the floor in our bathroom.  I DON’T FUCKING UNDERSTAND.

Okay.  Here, look at this, courtesy of exploding dog.

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Now there’s something I can understand.

This

10 March 2010 by April

is just to ensure that an entire week does not go by during which I do not blog.  Because I was running that risk.

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Things!

1. FUCKING GORGEOUS WEATHER.
a) Going on walks.
b) Lunching outside.
c) Doing work on the balcony in Paresky.
d) Wearing flip flops.

2. Can we have our helping verbs back please, Nathan Sanders? We’ll take good care of them this time, we promise.

3. Meetings where we get together and have a lot of fun but get very little done.
a) WSC. In the dark. Because we’re badasses like that.
b) WSO. Snack bar cam?!?!?!

4. The massive suckiness that is my upcoming weekend.
a) Diff-eq take-home midterm. (StewJo (the prof): “Yeah, I grade these while drunk.” Me: “Does that mean we should take them while drunk too?”)
b) CS problem set.
c) Psych lab report (oh wait just kidding, I totally finished that today; see 1c).
d) Linguistics paper (see 2).
e) Having a life (optional).

5. I can never print anything correctly on the first try.
a) Seriously.

The semantics of looking at chickens

4 March 2010 by April

So sometimes I get little nuggets of ideas for blog posts, so I’ll start a post and write a few words to jog my memory and then go off and stab my eyes out doing math homework, and then come back to the post a few hours later and feel confused.

So that’s why the title of this post is what it is.

As a totally irrelevant aside, do you ever make mistakes so inconceivably stupid that they leave you literally gasping for breath?  And doesn’t it suck when fixing the mistake doesn’t even help?  Doesn’t it suck when you have to pretend you’re right when you know you’re wrong?  You know, just wondering.

In other news!  ”Me and her saw the chicken” is grammatical!  Go tell your English teachers!

Reasons I love linguistics class: lots of impassioned arguing about minutiae (argh, conjunctions!), analyzing ridiculous sentences (cf. chickens) with an academic eye, recursion (cf. recursion (cf. recursion (cf. recursion))), nerding out about the ablative case and only getting shit about it from one person (ALEX), no longer having an instinctual sense of what “sounds right” (“I devour”: completely acceptable to my ear), everything I mentioned here.

Sorry!  I promise, I do have classes besides linguistics.  They just aren’t interesting.

Ups and downs

1 March 2010 by April

It’s times like these when I’m really glad I have an iTunes playlist called “Awesomeness.”

I don’t want to talk about the most immediate reason for my shitty mood, but I would be thrilled to tell you about all the other cumulative reasons.  They are called helping verbs, and they suck all kinds of ass.

Yesterday started much worse than today, and ended much better.  Yesterday, I went to Bronfman to work on my linguistics essay from 11 till 1:45, booked it to Driscoll (the last dining hall still open) to wolf down a lunch before it closed at 2, then headed back to science quad to the computer lab to do CS till 4:15, at which point I suddenly realized that despite how sweet ML pattern matching is, I was going insane and needed to stop working.

I ended up having a lot more work to do today, which is why today also kind of sucked.  But in between, some entry mates and I decided to let off a little steam.  In the form of an entry party.

It was such a Williams thing to do… to spend the day working like hell and spend the night rocking out to ’90s music and eating delicious food in Mission snack bar and being deliriously happy with my ridiculous friends.  Such a great night.

Anyway, oh look it’s March.  When did that happen.

(To be clear, yesterday = Saturday, today = Sunday.)

The week in weather-related exclamations

26 February 2010 by April

MONDAY: So much warmth!
TUESDAY: So much snow!
WEDNESDAY: So much slush!
THURSDAY: So much rain!
FRIDAY: So much snow!  Again!

Personally, I blame global warming, which is my scapegoat for any time the weather is wacky.

In other news, going directly from the AZAKA Haiti Relief concert (crazy fun) to math snacks (super chill) last night was basically the funniest contrast in social atmospheres I’ve ever encountered.

Linguistics at Williams – or lack thereof

24 February 2010 by April

Note: My apologies for the pretentiousness and even preachiness of what is to come.  But this shit has been making me upset for months.

First of all, ask every student he’s had over the past seven years and I would bet large sums of money that none of them would have anything but praise for Nathan Sanders.  The single 75-minute lecture I visited in September ‘08 was a key part of my decision to come to Williams, because it showed me something important about his classes and, I hoped, most other Williams classes.  Namely, that they’re awesome.

Sanders is an engaging lecturer, both in the sense that his lectures are fascinating and that he encourages students to speak up and express their insights or confusions.  There is this clear energy and passion for what he’s teaching that emanates from every word he utters and every stroke he writes on the chalkboard.  But it’s always so incredibly controlled, so the energy and passion don’t overwhelm you.

He obviously gets such a kick out of witnessing a student realize something for the first time.  Sometimes I think that if every teacher would simply experience that same sympathetic reaction of happiness and pride from seeing a kid learn, half the education problems of the world would vanish.

I’ve also heard that he’s great to talk to outside of class and during office hours, which I can now vouch for thanks to him generously joining WSC for dinner yesterday.  He has a fantastic sense of humor, a grounded sense of humility, an expansive sense of popular culture, an all-around friendly personality.  He’s easy for a student to get along with, besides being wonderful to learn from.

And next year, he’ll be gone.  Professor Sanders, the only professor of linguistics at Williams College, was denied tenure (twice) and will not be here next semester.

By now it should be obvious that I don’t think Sanders deserves to be denied tenure.  Furthermore, with the odds of a new linguistics prof being hired slim to none (yay hiring freezes), there basically will not be a linguistics department anymore.  This sucks for everyone who enjoys linguistics or has yet to be exposed to the field, but it must have especially devastating repercussions for the students pursuing a contract major in linguistics (as no official linguistics major is offered at Williams).  Imagine discovering that your passion is linguistics and being on track to finish a linguistics major soon, only to find that the department will disappear next year, leaving you to scramble to fulfill the requirements for a new major.  Not a pleasant surprise.

I sometimes joke that unless Sanders is secretly a psychopath, there is absolutely no way the college could have found him unworthy of tenure based on his teaching abilities, because those abilities are as flawless as I have ever encountered in any teacher.  Actually, no.  I’m not joking at all when I say that.  Unless Sanders is a psychopath, he should have tenure.

So we are left with two sad potential truths.  Either Sanders is indeed a psychopath – in which case I would almost risk my safety in order to continue taking linguistics classes with him, but maybe that’s just me – or Williams College simply does not value its linguistics department enough.

Just think of how many dozens of economics professors there are, or professors of almost any other subject (not to target economics, because that’s cool stuff), many or most of whom are not as high-quality profs as Sanders, at least one of whom we could surely afford to say goodbye to with virtually zero detriment to his department.  But get rid of a department’s sole professor and that destroys it.  Get rid of Sanders and the linguistics department, until the hiring freeze thaws, is gone.

This, incidentally, is the department that Sanders essentially founded – and when I say founded, I don’t mean there was a baby linguistics department and then Sanders came and made it awesome.  I mean that besides a few courses scattered among other departments, there was no linguistics department at Williams until Sanders came and made one exist.

Think about that.  Other schools, including small liberal arts schools comparable to Williams, have long had linguistics departments, and have linguistics departments with more than one prof and more than a couple courses taught per semester.  Other schools are actually expanding their linguistics programs, adding sub-disciplines like computational linguistics which is, quite frankly, the shit.  Other schools seem to be sticking with their linguistics programs.  Do you know why?

Linguistics is important. The development of languages tells us about the history of humanity; even the contemporary short-term evolution of language can teach us a lot.  Do you wonder why suddenly everyone is misusing “literally”?  A linguist could tell you.  Studying how the brain hears, processes, and produces language is crucial to understanding human psychology.  Do you care about how people think?  Do you deal with people on a daily basis?  Are you a person?  You better fucking care about how people think.   And what about how computers think?  Language processing is hugely significant in AI research.  Do you wish that annoying automated voice you hear when you call customer service could actually understand what you’re saying?  Do you know who’s trying to help?  Linguists are.  Linguistics is important.

Linguistics is also perfectly suited to a liberal arts college environment.   Williams doesn’t have an engineering program either, but that’s not something you’d expect to find at a liberal arts school.  Liberal arts schools blather a lot about teaching you how to think, and of all the classes I’ve taken here – of all the classes I’ve taken ever, really – none have done more to teach me how to think than linguistics classes.  Linguistics class is where you force yourself to analyze very complex and messy things with excruciating precision, express them coherently and rigorously, yet also delve into some very profound metaphysical issues about truth and nonexistence.

I actually believe linguistics is the perfect class to teach people who hate math how to think mathematically.  Call me crazy, but I would argue that thinking mathematically is a skill that everyone should have a decent grasp on before being allowed to become a functional citizen of the world.

I don’t mean thinking with cold-hearted rationality about everything, but being willing to think rationally about very many things, and being able to apply the precision and rigor I mentioned before to more aspects of their lives than just math homework and logic puzzles.  Linguistics is a great example of mathematical thinking being applied to non-mathematical material.  Right now, mathematical thinking seems mostly locked up in math or science classes that probably scare off a good portion of the student body.  Linguistics sets mathematical thinking free of the mathematics.

And it is this, all this overwhelming importance of linguistics, more than my unwavering conviction that Nathan Sanders is an invaluable asset to Williams, that angers me so much about this issue.  It is the principle behind it.  Is linguistics the number one most important department in the college?  Of course not.  Would humanity continue to survive if there were no more people studying linguistics?  Of course it would.

But the goal of a liberal arts college is not to only teach subjects that ensure the survival of humanity.  The goal of a liberal arts college, or one of its goals at the very least, is to provide an environment with outstanding professors to teach students to think.  And eliminating a department that teaches students to think, by denying tenure to an outstanding professor, is not the way for Williams to achieve that goal.

Fun facts

23 February 2010 by April

In CS we have left Lisp (not) far behind and are now exploring ML, a programming language I hadn’t heard of before this class (which isn’t saying much because I am an ignoramus).  ML has some really sweet features, most importantly the one that allows you to write something like “fun fact 0 = 1″ and have it actually mean something.

If you don’t get why this is hysterically funny, like our prof Steve for a few moments while the class was busy asphyxiating with laughter, you should (1) learn ML, and (2) read the expression as “Fun fact!  Zero equals one!”  The best part is – well, the whole thing is the best part, but a part I especially appreciate is that 0 = 1 is NOT a fact.  Though I suppose it could still be a fun fact.

On my way back to Mission after this incredibly funny class, I crossed paths with two girls having an enthusiastic impromptu scatting session.  I do not know these girls.  I kind of want to.

Finally, I just spent a significant amount of time perusing random Dinosaur Comics, which you should absolutely start reading if you don’t already.  And like XKCD, don’t forget the title text.  The most recent one, which inspired this webcomic binge, is fantastic.  It reminds me of my way of justifying purchases by thinking of them as donations for the betterment of the economy plus a FREE GIFT*… but this is a little more badass.

In other news, the quote of the day semester is, “Oh yeah, I was about to do my math homework…”

* Especially when you’re buying things from small internet companies or local stores, this is almost too effective.

Thursdays are my favorite, and they’re even better when they’re Fridays too

18 February 2010 by April

Sleep, running late to all my classes and being late to none, XKCD, stalkers, programming languages and the English language AKA linguistics in all shapes and forms, the mere possibility of some things, ‘82 Grill pizza for lunch, having friends, having really good friends, finding the chapstick that was lost yesterday (outside), the sun coming out, Burkina Faso, the general concept of totally owning, recursion, doing work in Schow, a promiscuous idiolect, Winter Carnival (Williams scorns national holidays and makes up its own instead), weekends, three day weekends, trying not to die, not dying.

Polar bears! the Olympic event

16 February 2010 by April

So today was nice, but what you really want to hear about is yesterday.  Because yesterday started with FREE MILKSHAKES.

One of the many reasons why it pays to eat breakfast at Goodrich before early morning gym visits…  (Yeah, I know the milkshake probably totally defeated the purpose of the workout.  I really don’t care.)

Psych and Diff-Eq were pretty uneventful.  Both these classes are generally decent (although Monday’s Psych lecture basically entailed Paul Solomon ego-tripping about his research the entire time), but they’re just not that exciting.

Unlike, say, Linguistics, which I had later that day and in which we are ourselves coming up with a grammar for the English language.  Let me just put it out there: Linguistics kicks serious ass.  We get into groups and actually talk to our classmates about stuff, which just doesn’t happen in my other classes.  And we laugh over things like “insert usually and often,” which isn’t even a very good innuendo but somehow Ben really likes it.  Anyway, it’s a great class.

I just got distracted by Play-Doh.  Which reminds me.

On Sunday, Kylen brilliantly decided to buy Play-Doh for the entry, which led to a Play-Doh eating contest (“It’s nontoxic!”  ”It says ‘Fun to play with, but not to eat.”  ”…It has wheat in it!”), which led to the inauguration of the Pratt 3 Olympics.  Which might as well be called “Ten Bad Ideas That College-Age Males Find Hilarious, Plus Somersaults Just Because Annie Can’t Do Them.”

Okay, I exaggerate, but you must admit that Play-Doh eating was a REALLY bad idea.  Anyway, this will be going on for the next couple weeks and there’s already some drama over the appropriate awarding of medals.  Things could get ugly.

On the topic of competitions and games, the presence of helium balloons in our entry gave a few of us the genius idea of floating beer pong.  Just imagine it and be amazed.  I really want this to happen sometime.

Sometimes I’m surprised at the sheer amount of brilliance that exists among the members of this entry.  Then I remember that we’re Pratt 3, and we go to Williams.  And we eat Play-Doh.