Things I learnt in 2016
2016 was a bit of a crazy year. I know I’m late to that party, but I thought I’d make a list of things I learnt in 2016. This list is of course more related to life in general than it is to the many courses I took, so it doesn’t have things like “the role of the amygdala in learning, as it is currently understood”.
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I had a birthday yesterday. I was too busy doing school and work things to actually write a post, but I thought I’d have some fun with it this year too.
More fun February 8 facts!
- Some saints of February 8th!
- Saint Cointha, who was “martyred in the reign of Emperor Trajanus Decius by being dragged through the streets of Alexandria with her feet tied to a horse.”
- St. Josephine Bakhita, who was Sudanese, born in Victorian times(~1869), died in 1947, and is the patron saint of Sudan and trafficking victims.
- St. Elfleda, sister to a king, and with like six names, the stuff I found about her was all kind of weird (is King Oswy her father or her brother? I couldn’t find any of her names when I looked him up directly…) but they all kind of agree that she was influential and convinced people not to be dicks.
- Blessed Jacoba of Settesoli, who was allowed to enter the friary despite being a woman and called “Brother Jacoba”. Also, whose wikipedia page as of this writing includes the most casual brush-off of a bunch of stuff I’ve seen so far.
“Jacoba dei Settesoli was born in Rome and married into the noble Frangipani family. She was a young widow when she heard of the holy man, Francis of Assisi. “ Who was she married to? What did he die of? You just skipped over not just her dead husband but literally her own entire childhood and young adulthood! Who were her parents? Why did she get married? Did she have any siblings?
- Mary Robinette Kowal provided two party favours this time! Thank you for the birthday presents!
- Hey, remember three years ago when 100, 000 people marched in Dhaka? Oh, good to know it wasn’t just me.
- Giordano Bruno’s final appearance before his judges. Wherein Bruno was like “Perchance you who pronounce my sentence are in greater fear than I who receive it.” and the judges were like “we dismiss you to prison”, and then he literally LOOKED AWAY FROM AN IMAGE OF JESUS BEFORE BURNING TO DEATH.
On my actual birthday!
- Mercer Kennedy Ellington died at 76. Here he is conducting an orchestra in a video posted by somebody who speaks German.
- “24 Hours in Cyberspace” happened on my birthday!
- There was a scandal involving Hillary Clinton .
- Also, “The Red Hot Chili Peppers may seem like wild animals just out of the cage when they perform at Madison Square Garden…”.
- PROCESSING CAR LOANS OVER THE INTERNET GUYS! THIS NEW TECHNOLOGY WILL BE REVOLUTIONARY!
- A cargo plane crashed and killed a few hundred people in South Africa.
I also have something else planned but I think it has to be a little more thoughtful than this.
At the beginning of last year, my New Year’s Resolution¹ was to read 50 books this year. I decided on that because I realized that I have spent the past few years reading a lot of articles, a lot of webpages, a lot of blogs, and isolated chapters of books, but very few books. By the most liberal of estimates I read around 12 books in 2015², and most of them were textbooks. I had to dedicate some time to The Just City specifically because… this is a weird book, guys. Continue reading “TS Reviews: The Just City by Jo Walton”
Unlike with my book list, I didn’t make a New Year’s Resolution about watching fifty movies, or a hundred movies. I didn’t have to, because I watch a lot of movies. I have no money, so most of them I watched on Netflix or elsewhere in the bazaar that is the internet. So, now, in order of viewing as I remember it.
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On January 1st 2016, I decided on my new year’s resolution. I would read fifty books in 2016. It’s not that much, but since I do most of my reading in terms of articles, audio-books, webpages, excerpts, and assorted school-material, fifty books specifically would be both achievable and challenging. Here is a list of what I actually read, with very short reviews. For the purposes of this list I’m not including things I read for one or two chapters, but the actual books I read at least 80% of.
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So I’m a nerd. I hope that this is evident given what little you know about me, and does not sound like the new trendy tendency to claim nerdity and geekdom, but I don’t really care if it does because I’m about to go on an enormous rant about my sociology independent study and if you think I’m a cool kid after that, I would like to know if you’re single. See, this past semester, as you can tell by my complete absence from the web (not that this is a new phenomenon) I was immersed in doing undergrad sociology research (as you do), and I figured I’d write something regarding my adventures in doing undergraduate research, for all of those young highschoolers and undergraduate students who don’t read my blog.
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Normalmente, mi proceso de escritura es uno de destrucción. Yo tengo mil formas de escribir algo y termino tratando de escoger la mejor. Este ensayo es lo contrario, y no tengo ni la menor idea de que estoy haciendo. No tengo diez formas planeadas en mi cabeza de como crear el producto final, o cinco, o una. Y la razón detrás de eso es la misma razón por la cual estoy escribiendo este ensayo en español. Yo voy por mi vida sintiendo que vivo con media lengua, y la facilidad que tengo comunicándome en el inglés es una facilidad de la cual carezco en español, mi lengua materna. Una vez, en una clase universitaria de literatura en inglés, el profesor me dijo que la descripción típica de la escritura es “poner una palabra detrás de la otra”1, y que él estaba asombrado por mi habilidad de pensar en párrafos y en páginas en vez de palabras. Pero cuando escribo en español, me la paso buscando palabras, y poniéndolas una detrás de la otra. Explico esto por que quiero clarificar que yo no soy una persona que no piensa en el español, o que no lee. Yo no soy como algún hijo de inmigrantes mejicanos que nunca le prestó atención a su lenguaje hasta que fue demasiado tarde. Si hay alguien con ventajas aquí, estas leyendo sus palabras.
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