Only a little more to go.

[silveradept]

We get started with memeage today, because a joke is always a good way to start.

My brain: 180% interpersonal, 60% visual, 60% verbal, and 100% mathematical!

A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers. [I suspect that there has been weight given to the interpersonal questions, and some of those questions were picking the best of options or the best of a bad situation. Even so, I suppose I'm more about solving the worlds problems, so that might explain the significance. Even so, I enjoy thinking in words and images, I suspect quite a bit more than this test says. All of these quizzes and such always taste so salty...] Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, the quiz maker offers the following advice, which he thinks is obvious: Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%. Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%. Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.

Link: The 4-Variable IQ Test written by chriscoyne on Ok Cupid

Ah-hah-hah-hah-hah! Amazing. As if such a test could accurately predict things. I suspect I'm already friends with people of very differing verbal and interpersonal thoughts, probably outside the range of the tests. And the crack about math just doesn't work. (Bakahammers quiz creator.) Nice job, putz. Way to make the mathematically inclined feel bad. (Stronger Bakahammer.)

Actually, this runs into the Synchronicity Device again. You see, as I was getting prepared to type this entry, what should one of my friends come up with but an exhortation to give nerds/geeks a chance when it comes to dating. Heh... yay for me? And another point for the Synchronicity Device.

Balance is essential, though, and so here's the bad news: Star wars to become TV series. This may not be bad news in and of itself, but I don't know how well it would adapt to episodic considerations. This is simply a matter of "Heads Up!" so that if it's a bomb, you can scatter out of the way.

Ah, yes, if you're reading this, thank Ada Lovelace. Apparently, she was involved with Babbage in designing and promoting the idea of the Analytical Engine, the precursor to today's computers. So if anyone thinks that chicks don't do math or computers, well... you're wrong. Speaking of math, there's a push underway to redefine the kilogram to something a bit more inflexible than the platinum-iridium rods they use now. We'll see what happens. And of science - is it possible that those blasted termites might be the key to solving the energy crisis? Pests being useful? Who would have thought?

I was admittedly surprised at the volume of commentary I got about the body issue. Either I touched a sore spot or there really should be someone looking into this sort of phenomenon. Probably a little of both. Do continue to provide opinions - multiple perspectives do seem to be the best way to figure it out.

So what now? Well, by the end of the week, I should know whether or not I've got the job or whether to keep looking, and I'll soon have to deal with new rest costs. The relatives will be around for graduations, and then we'll see what sort of party (or lack thereof) I have on that day. Might be better to put that off to next week, so that I can do some other things and visit a friend's graduation party. Although, if the fam wants to celebrate, I'll celebrate with them there. I just don't know what their plans are, if we have any at all (which is thoroughly possible).

You know, a lot of the time I just want to pontificate randomly, spill out stories, ideas, and conversations all constructed in my own head, and probably of interest to nobody but myself. I don't do it sometimes because it wouldn't make any sense at all, other times it would fill pages with stuff, and still others because I think there wouldn't be anybody but me who gets it. It's not that I'm a writer - in fact, for as much as I think about things, I don't really write a whole lot... I'd rather be distracting myself with other things. It's mostly fragments, anyway. Turning them into fuller ideas would require encouragement and free time, of which I haven't had a lot of since coming here to university. Plus, a lot of my writing projects tend to spiral in length. I'd need a competent editor to trim away the fat before even thinking about exposing the stuff to the on-line world. And then it would probably take a competent editor to get it in any shape for thinking about submission and such. That shouldn't be a deterrent, but I guess I like just playing with the ideas. Putting them down on paper could take a while... and a lot of paper. And make them permanent in a way that I'm not comfortable with yet, I think.

See? Pointless rambling about pointless rambling - the infinite regressive could continue for a very long time. And while I realize that this space is fundamentally mine to create and play with, it's more the window into my mind, with me sitting at my desk or doing things here and there. It's reserved mental space, designed with an audience at least partially in mind. So no running around half-clothed or not-clothed, metaphorically speaking. Vulnerable, yes, but not naked. Now, I'll wait for a bit for some of you to go grab the brainbleach.

I read, on-line, 1984 today. (Finally.) That's a rather scary book to go through. Especially the last parts. I have to admit, though, it's a brilliant strategy for subverting a socialist revolution. God help us if IngSoc should appear and take over. Luckily, thoughtcrime's not punishable... yet. Or not in sufficient quantity to worry about the Thought Police appearing. Right? At this stage, I should probably be more worried about the Spies or the Junior Anti-Sex League than the Thought Police. We'll see how far Big Brother takes things... just remember, Oceania is at war with Islam. Oceania has always been at war with Islam. (Yeah, I'm seriously considering opening up a Students for an Orwellian Society chapter here at University, but I suspect the message would be lost on the people it's supposed to influence, and might draw attention from those who really shouldn't be getting ideas.)

And now, to bed! For all things seem rosier after a night's rest has passed. When fully awake the next day, they might be just as bad as before, but there's always a transition period.

Comments

[alfedenzo.livejournal.com]

I got a math score of 300%. I guess no sex for me!

The quiz might have worked a bit better if one could rank the different options, perhaps even on a scale of 1-10, so you could say "I like these two a lot and equally, this one a bit less, and this one not at all."

(And for the record, "Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo" is a far more interesting sentence, and is equally extensible as "That( that)* is( is,)*( is)?")

[silveradept]

More options in general would have been nice, so that a more precise test could have appeared. But then again, psychologists and such have been working on tests for years, and some of them even don't claim complete accuracy, so what should we expect out of a dinky 20-question quiz?

[przxqgl.livejournal.com]

i didn't get any meaningful information out of that meme either, although mine was "therapy therapy therapy therapy" so i think that possibly somebody's watching somewhere.

[silveradept]

Mine was also "Therapy, therapy, therapy." Perhaps someone's making subtle judgments?