diary

Dear Blog,

It has been the longest of times since I wrote you, dear friend. I'm afraid life has gone the way of the season- finals. Don't get me wrong, you were never far from my thoughts, but the daily grind of group projects curtailed my time to express to you my devotion and admiration. Shall I enlighten you about these dastardly projects that are now behind me? Yes, I shall, and I hope that you will understand my long absence.

This project, my dear little Blog, is what I call, "Operation: Medic." Our instructions specified making an interactive game that started with quarters, involved at least 4 pneumatic cylinders, 1 servo motor, at least 1 circuit board, and could fit on top of a table. Needless to say, my wonderful group completed the task with flying colors, even if we had to slide 2 tables together.

Yes, it looks like a crude substitute to time spent communicating with you, Blog, but there are a few things not apparent to the eye in this game. For one thing, the body shakes and you are shocked when you touch the sides of the holes while extracting the shrapnel. Also, there are small holes in the box where air spurts at you to mimic distractions from the battle field. Finally, the whole body moves as the time gets closer to running out.



My other projects are less glamorous and not easy to share. I dare say you might be jealous of my involvement with them because my time with them was mostly spend on the computer. Yes, the means of professing my feelings and secrets to you was spent another way. I turn my head away in shame and hope you can forgive me.

Sincerely yours,
Tyler

life

Lisa and I read a book together called Peter Camenzind. Actually, I read it. Lisa hasn't gotten very far, so we technically didn't read it together (sorry Lisa!). I was captivated by the imagery and description the author used and couldn't stop reading. The story wasn't anything grand; it's a fictional story about a man and the main events of his life as he discovers the meaning to his life. One of his thoughts about life struck me.

"All my life I have been as timid and obstinate as a child, always confident that real life would come like a storm and overwhelm me. It would make me wise and rich, and bare me on its huge wings towards a ripe fortune.

Wise and frugal, life remains silent, however, and let me drift. It sent me neither storms or stars but waited so that I would become aware of my insignificance again and in patience lose my obstinacy. It let me perform my little comedy of pride and knowledge, ignoring this as it waited for its lost child to find his way back to his mother."

True, yes?

my drumming side

When I hear or see a drum solo that is cleanly played I get chills down my spine. I get the urge to forget school and work to just practice all day. This recent find is last year's bass drum line from the Blue Knights. It might seem weird at the beginning but just watch. It gets better. Way better.