<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:09:18.750-07:00</updated><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='choices'/><category term='Freedoms'/><category term='Restrictions'/><category term='games'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Biochemistry'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='Progress'/><category term='Zombies'/><category term='Grad School'/><category term='Education'/><category term='samuel adams chocolate bock review'/><category term='working'/><title type='text'>Rambling Rob</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-6133252751020733597</id><published>2009-12-20T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:47:07.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biochemistry'/><title type='text'>Dead Tired heh heh heh</title><content type='html'>The past week or so has been draining me but finally my Biochemistry 502 class is over. I feel like although at times it felt like crawling through a mile of shit, but coming out on the other side i managed to smell like roses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that may be an overstatement but I got less than 5 hours of sleep every day for over a week, and had to make a lot of sacrifices and miss out on a lot of fun, but as a result I feel that completing the course changed me. As opposed to getting one course under my belt (biochem 501) and the satisfaction that came with it, I now also feel a more reinforced sense or foundation of science within me. I feel like I now have some kind of background within my field. In the class I learned a great deal of background on DNA and RNA and how they are made, regulated, and all the complexes, transcription factors and structures that go along with them. A bunch of this knowledge is just an expansion of whatever I learned at Gettysburg, but then there is so much more. Its being able to apply the knowledge and think about it in a much more analytical way and the experiment based approaches to learning about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can only get into a graduate school and really focus what I want to actually 'do' I will be feeling pretty good. Speaking of feeling pretty good, I am really enjoying the season and spending time with my family recently. Everyone seems to be getting along a lot more, and doing things together. Although I missed out on some plays we all were going to see this past week, I think that there is a much stronger togetherness with us and that is really good. My sister is also learning how to drive and is interacting a lot more with my parents and myself which is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and at work, we had a Secret Santa gift exchange and I got a French press and some hazelnut coffee. It is really freaking awesome, and even though i originally wanted to get the press for loose tea, I'm getting into drinking this coffee and I've used it twice this week since I've gotten it. The press itself also looks like its made of magic. The only way i can describe that is by saying do you remember the film Santa Clause, the one with Tim Allen who becomes Santa? Well the time where that elf kid serves him hot chocolate out of that crazy thing, well the magical aura of that is embodied in my french press, and its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i have a good amount of things to be thankful for right about now, the funks yo brotha, check it out now, the funks yo brotha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this post is a bit random, and I'm really tired. I also wanted to say that Zombie games are really cool and I want to get one. Maybe I will go and buy one for my computer or look into one for the old xbox I have. My dad recently showed me a Zombie simulator website. It sounds cooler than it actually was, but it was entertaining none the less. Essentially it was a google map of a town, full of moving circles and triangles designating people and zombies I believe. There was a death toll meter on the top as well as zombie count. I noticed that the zombie count was slowly rising but it also dropped at times, showing that people were at least taking a few out while their numbers dwindled. The biggest problems were that you couldn't zoom or control anything. Cool idea, but it could use some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what do you think about Zombies and sleep? Do you think that zombies can sleep or are their brains under a constant low level of stimulation allowing them to conduct their basic instincts and movements. Everything alive clearly sleeps in some form or another, even fruit flys are considered 'asleep' when their movement is minimal for greater than something like 30 minutes or something like that. Fun Fact: to measure sleep cycles of Fruit flies in a vial you attach a laser to record every time a fly crosses its path, and by setting this in the middle of a vial on its side, researchers determine sleep as flies that do not cross from one side of the vial to the other for greater than X minutes... like 30 or something. Sorry for the deviation, but what I was getting at is that flies have levels of lower activity where their neural clusters are in lower activity, probably similarly as when birds undergo rem patterns and shut off part of their brains even during flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving back to zombies, they are generally moving all the time right? but sometimes they might move slower or just vacantly stare into space. I wonder if the undead actually would have some kind of lower brain activity considered sleep where they recharge, or would they not need to considering they are reanimated tissue that seems to be self sustaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well I guess that is it for now. I hope you all have a Happy Holiday and hopefully I will be able to see most of you at some point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-6133252751020733597?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/6133252751020733597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=6133252751020733597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6133252751020733597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6133252751020733597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2009/12/dead-tired-heh-heh-heh.html' title='Dead Tired heh heh heh'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-2306702238284398855</id><published>2009-11-22T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:03:41.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restrictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>To regulate, or not to regulate. That Is the question.</title><content type='html'>Back before Andy left for Graduate School, we had an art night. These are some of the things we ended up doing. Some of it (mostly my own poems) do not make sense, but they are pretty ridiculous. I had found them laying around in my room a while ago and decided to share them with all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SwngbcpAMnI/AAAAAAAAATc/5ymtVd7VA4w/s1600/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SwngbcpAMnI/AAAAAAAAATc/5ymtVd7VA4w/s320/DSC02573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407099589784253042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These poems sort of remind me of a game that Liz Graham introduced to a couple of us called "Exquisite Corps" Our poems do not have the complexity or rules that the game had, but I suppose the colors and creativity is still there.  Some of these don't really have any flow or logic to them, but we still called them all poems. I never understood how anything and everything can be called a poem but the flexibility of it seems kind of wild and compelling. By knocking down all rules, you potentially open up the ability to achieve anything. I guess that's some of the power that poetry has to offer. Once you start adding rules, things start to get forced into a mold which may not always maximize expression and emotion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SwngtFAVnGI/AAAAAAAAATs/baRQBxkvTyU/s1600/DSC02576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SwngtFAVnGI/AAAAAAAAATs/baRQBxkvTyU/s320/DSC02576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407099892677319778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder, how far can this idea can be applied? In art, it seems that many masterpieces are those which break the mold, twisting and modifying rules to what the painter sees fit. Would less rules and regulation offer people greater ability to accomplish what they attempt to do... at work... at school? How about in government? Does limiting structure in activities allow for not only greater creativity but also the potential for works of genius? Do you think that it is a good idea for things to be more regulated and restrictive, or is a more loose approach what the mind really craves?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SwnglMEkQGI/AAAAAAAAATk/K2NZ1i6Sw1M/s1600/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SwnglMEkQGI/AAAAAAAAATk/K2NZ1i6Sw1M/s320/DSC02575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407099757135151202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there has been research published on childrens play being a key factor in the development of our ability to keep focused, prioritize, and be patient.  They concluded that unstructured play in early years (kindergarden and preschool especially) are needed to develop these skills.  The reasoning is that during play, there is often role playing, and children find that to keep the game interesting and fun, they must fight to maintain their imaginary role.  If a child falls out of character the others respond negativley, reinforcing the need to maintain focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that some unstructured time, especially as children is needed to help our minds develop skills and ultimatley lead productive lives.  Perhaps keeping a healthy dose of unstructured disorder in our lives is a necessity for the longterm as well.  When should this unstructured time be?  Maybe this is something we need to make time for on our own instead of suggesting that lives should be down regulated at work or other role specific areas of life.  It would be interesting to see how the world would function however, if we did implement less rules on society as a whole.  There is order to disorder afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear that to the extreme, less rules and regulations would open the risk of a lot of crap, corruption, and unfocused chaos. However, tweaking rules and restrictions rather than fully letting go of the reigns might allow for greater progress. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-2306702238284398855?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/2306702238284398855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=2306702238284398855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/2306702238284398855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/2306702238284398855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-before-andy-left-for-graduate.html' title='To regulate, or not to regulate. That Is the question.'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SwngbcpAMnI/AAAAAAAAATc/5ymtVd7VA4w/s72-c/DSC02573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-6769464780964259291</id><published>2009-11-01T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:46:34.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I don't know what I'm put on this earth for. What should I be doing with my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to that most likely would be "to do whatever that makes me happy" right? The problem is I don't think I know what that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will entertain me for a period of time, but I feel like nothing really gives me a strong enough signal. When I think about things that I do enjoy, I feel like I am not good enough at them. Being skilled in whatever you do would seem logical right? Well I suppose one could argue that skill comes in time, especially if you like what you do. So, if that is true, my mind brings up the statement : am I doing what I like? If I was, I would be seeing a more significant improvement in my skill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id probably say that yes, I am improving but is this improvement significant? I would think that if I was truly interested in something I would be putting more effort. When I look around at my friends, all of them seem to be making something out of their lives; Going to Grad School, finding themselves, getting married, or simply making friends and establishing their careers. Whatever it is, it seems to me that they are working &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; at it. I, on the other hand, feel like I am just doing... there is no "working hard". Ok, well I am staying late at lab and trying to accomplish whatever I can, but there is a difference between the attitude I have and the attitude I see within my friends. I don't even know what or who I am or if what I am doing is what I should do. I think I've been more and more withdrawn as time has been going by. What I need is to find something that excites me, something to fight for. Once I can have some kind of end goal or perspective, It will make things much clearer. I feel like I'm underwater and I need to surface. What do I need to find that will define me? What is it that will make my purpose clearer? Whatever it is, will have to be discovered another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-6769464780964259291?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/6769464780964259291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=6769464780964259291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6769464780964259291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6769464780964259291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-6927765119369293393</id><published>2009-10-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:05:17.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>How NOT to write a personal statement, the readers digest version.</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to prepare my application for grad school over the past few days.  The personal statment has been giving me trouble although I think Ive finally got it.  Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”, Lao-Tzo. "Thats one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" Neil Armstrong.  "Keep on Truckin" Jerry Garcia.  "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush", 18th century british playright. "  These are quotes.  Each step along the way matters, giving the journey depth and implication.  For me, this journey towards a PhD in Biomedical sciences started with my freshman biology class at Montgomery High School.  The path that unfolded from there is full of oddly shaped rocks, potholes, and a bit of shit on your right; Now it brought me to this essay you are reading today.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;“Look! They are having an orgy!”  My biology teacher, Mrs. Naryan exclaimed as she darted from one microscope to another.  Excited, I rushed over to see what was going on.  The slide in front of me was full of what seemed to be intertwined shapes.  Almost impossible to distinguish where one entity stoped and another began, I began to wonder if it was safe to view this at school.  I later found out that it was Algae which I saw in that microscope causing my own excitement to exponentially grow, like a baloon attached to an un attended hellium tank more than 3/4 of the way full.  Neverless,as I delved into the depth of knowledge surrounding the various organisms and microorganisms that exist in our world that pond water put me in a state of awe because it was really like looking into an entire new world, and I wanted to learn more.  Far from being quiescent, I learned early on about the enthusiasm and platonic passion my teacher possessed for science.  I recall seeing the spark of excitement in her eye when she talked about cellular processes such as mitosis and the exuberance she had at every lab.  Mrs. Naryan nurtured this excitement in me especially during quiet time, where we could occasionally play silent ball.  I distinctly remember thinking to myself "this is what being a scientist is like, I can do this!".  Unfortunately, I was thinking aloud and lost the game, but this is beside the point. I liked how the class challenged me to think while giving me a glimpse into how the world works.  I believe that Mrs. Naryan’s enthusiasm helped me open the door to an exciting new world.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;My interest in science continued to grow, like jacks bean stalk, throughout the rest of my High School career, ultimately pushing me up towards the clouds to the doorstep of "my major" at Gettysburg College.  As I walked through the front doors, "my major" was still asleep within.  However as I continued to walk inside, I knocked over some things on the ground which awoke "my major" from it's deep slumber on top of that oversized kitchen chair and proceeded to try and eat me.  At college, I had two professors whose classes really charged my excitement and fascination to a whole new level.  Not only did their classes intrigue me beyond others, but I also saw the love of science within them.  I will clarify that this love was not between the two professors but their mutual love shared for a single thing, like how people are with kittens on the internet.  I love kittens on the internet as well, you see, so just like that, a new fansite was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking at me as a candidate, I understand that you will look at my undergraduate grades.  My GPA at Gettysburg College could have been higher and I want to address this.  The biggest problem that I had during my college career was time management.  I suffered a great deal from poor time management skills being that my cat fansite took a large portion of my time and this consequently caused my grades to be lower than what I know I am capable of. Since I know this weakness of mine, I have been working to improve my time management skills and placing greater emphasis on planning ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to accept my application, I will assure you that I will not let you down.  I am a hard working, persistent individual who wants to continue to grow in his love for science.  My eager and curious nature will also drive me to learn new techniques and knowledge.  I want to add that I realize that a Ph.D. is a serious commitment.  When things need to get done, I will not hesitate to put in longer hours, sacrifice weekends and do whatever it takes, in a non sexual manner, to make sure what needs to be done, gets done.  I also understand that I am not alone in this journey.  Professors, fellow students, and friends will undoubtedly prove to be invaluable for their guidance, advice and other means of aid.  Furthermore, I will continue to help others by sharing my own skills, advice, and knowledge.  Thank you for your time in reading my personal statement, and your consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that wasn't exactly the best essay out there.  Actually, I highly reccomend that you avoid using most of the elements present in it.  If you follow that advice, you will probably be in pretty good shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-6927765119369293393?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/6927765119369293393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=6927765119369293393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6927765119369293393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6927765119369293393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-not-to-write-personal-statement.html' title='How NOT to write a personal statement, the readers digest version.'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-419783624060062945</id><published>2009-10-18T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:51:02.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Chickin' n dumplings</title><content type='html'>I want to start off this post by directly saying to amy, when I opened up 'new post' and looked below where it says 'Labels for this post' the examples it posted were scooters, vacation, and fall. You and I both know why scooters came first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of you, theres a game called Pancakes or Waffles. In this game the two players are in an imaginary world undergoing cataclysmic events. Every round you are given two items in the world and must choose one to keep, while the other will vanish from existence forever. Once one item vanishes, you must bring another item into question. It is truly a dangerous game... one minute you decide that there's no more waffles in the world and in the next we are all armless!&lt;br /&gt;The only advice I can give you is to choose wisely; the world is in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I want to ask all of you, what do you find to be most important? From tangible effects to personal values... speaking in generalities or specifics. What would you highlight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-419783624060062945?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/419783624060062945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=419783624060062945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/419783624060062945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/419783624060062945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2009/10/chickin-n-dumplings.html' title='Chickin&apos; n dumplings'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-7297837957842659623</id><published>2009-10-10T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:39:43.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I fixed my old ipod with a buisness card the other day.</title><content type='html'>There is not much for me to talk about on here but I suppose I can just ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the same job, working on the same project, experiencing the same frustrations and imaginary brick walls. Don't get me wrong, I have a good gig going, It just would be nice if I was able to feel more productive... know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second non-matriculated class I've taken is now in full tilt, with the exam pending October 16th. I feel like I'm a bit overwhelmed with it, but then I think, 'this is just one class, get over it'. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a little more domestic while living at home. Ive been doing a bit of cooking and making desserts. Its actually really easy to do, following directions and then maybe being creative on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also growing some plants, or more like vines. This one time a few weeks ago I went to a Mexican grocery store and bought a green fregitable... maybe it was a fruit, maybe a vegetable... nobody knows. Its called a chayote and is some kind of squash like potato shaped zuccini like green thing. Anyway I bought the fruit in that store in Princeton and it started sprouting leaves, so It went in the ground instead of in my belly. The vine is like 3 feet long now and slowly taking over the random objects nearby in my room. The other plants are wisteria started from seeds this past spring. Now that its getting darker and colder I ended up buying a full spectrum light bulb which emits all the wavelengths that equates to natural sunlight. It looks really cool because the light looks 'normal' practically like outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done now. Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-7297837957842659623?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/7297837957842659623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=7297837957842659623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/7297837957842659623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/7297837957842659623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-fixed-my-old-ipod-with-buisness-card.html' title='I fixed my old ipod with a buisness card the other day.'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-5320787395422989456</id><published>2009-06-24T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:59:01.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>Oh hello, i didn't see you over there, i was busy fixing my fence...</title><content type='html'>I am not in the mood to write in my blog right now.  I was all geared up and ready to go earlier but now im not feeling it.  oh wait FAKEOUT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened as of late in my life?  I suppose good things mostly.  I've gotten to know some really great people in my lab and they really appreciate me and understand how awesome i am.  I also seem to be academically challenged and furthering my abilities as a researcher and pathologist so i suppose thats all good news.  I think the longer im in my job the more i realize how lucky i am and how great of a place it is.  So i guess im basically just sitting in a bed of roses arent i?  Well... i am keeping pretty busy.  I suppose its a good thing to stay busy although the major drawback there is minimal energy available for reaching out to friends.  &lt;br /&gt;That always seems to be the case; improving one facet of life results in minimizing another.  It is so difficult to juggle and lacking that skill has plagued me foooorrrreeeevvveeerrrr.  However, with personal abilities aside, I truely believe that there simply just isnt enough time for people to keep all aspects of their life running full tilt at once, things need to suffer for improving other areas.  I guess this isn't really a big problem, it's just one of those 'judgement call' things on which things are important in life.  If i was a Sim, i guess im working towards getting work skill points while not really "brushing my teeth and heading right over" to a friends house.  &lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, friendship is a VERY important part of life and my friends are very meaningful and cherished in my mind, but like not only do i need to juggle which friend is currently first in the proverbial line of whom to visit, but also i have family obligations and various self endeavors to focus on.  For example, I have been helping open up the shore house with my parents doing lots of maintenance and chores... ive also signed up for the GRE again, and dont forget about work.  I actually just put together an academic poster of my research for a graduation dinner, and also just gave a department talk to my entire floor on my research.  Yes one of those bonnefied, working-world, power-pointed, ultra-hyphenated, presentations... lazer pointer, pizza lunch will be provided, and the whole 9 yards.&lt;br /&gt;It went well by the way but the point im trying to make is that a lot is on my plate right now and im beginning to feel the crunch in being able to squeeze all my friends into the midsts of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, im so glad that things like Andrew and Nancy's wedding happen because it was a great opportunity to see some people i havent seen in way too long.  I hope that theres an opportunity for another get together soon, maybe i can convince everyone to go to LBI asap.  I do feel guilty though being that i havent been doing the driving to others places, as of late.  Its not that i dont want to, its just that i dont have the combined time and vacation time with everything else going on... i hope everyone understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hey my sister is going to switzerland for 2 weeks starting this sunday.  isnt that wild? Who wants swiss chocolate?  i am thinking of making her a list of what i want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-5320787395422989456?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/5320787395422989456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=5320787395422989456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/5320787395422989456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/5320787395422989456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-hello-i-didnt-see-you-over-there-i.html' title='Oh hello, i didn&apos;t see you over there, i was busy fixing my fence...'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-5422909452364914704</id><published>2009-03-18T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:53:06.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samuel adams chocolate bock review'/><title type='text'>Samuel Adams Chocolate Bock, a review.</title><content type='html'>The Samuel Adams Chocolate Bock never falters in delivering a cool, smooth full bodied beer. From the very first sip to the remnants of the last drop, this beer surely will not disappoint the dark beer drinking fan (dbdf). Upon opening this brewery masterpiece, I was reminded of its glory in 2001, in which New Zealand GOLD gave it the title of International Award Winner #29. At this point, I savored the aroma which this fantastic beer has to offer. Only limited edition dark beers have ever achieved this sweet malty scent. the taste simply can not be described any better than smooth. It's dark color due to long roasting has an undoubtedly chocolaty taste with subtle nutty overtones. I recall once having a beer of similar caliber in Australia. It was the XXXX extra dark bitter which was so filling yet delicious that you will always remember the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dark brown beer has a slight amber hue when looking at an angle. It also has a lovely aftertaste just like the original sip, only slightly milder, like a baby rocking off to sleep in a cloud of pillows and golden sheets. When admiring quantity, the bottle yielded 2 and 3/4 glasses of delicious beer. It was also of a higher alcohol content than most other brews at 5.5% alc/vol. Not only does this beer deliver quantity, but quality as well. I highly recommend this beer to any fan of dark beers as it surely will not disappoint. Furthermore, the bottle itself comes in a design which is classic, yet bold; It offers a brilliant silvery molded label adorned on front with extra information on the back panel. The bottle was also sealed with silver foil which added to its appeal and cleanliness. I had no difficulty opening it and considering it was consumed within the last month of it's best enjoy date, it provided excellent flavor, just the right amount of light carbonation, and plenty of consistency. I give it Five Broccoli Rabs Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob-out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-5422909452364914704?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/5422909452364914704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=5422909452364914704' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/5422909452364914704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/5422909452364914704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2009/03/samuel-adams-chocolate-bock-review.html' title='Samuel Adams Chocolate Bock, a review.'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-1777071015633807550</id><published>2009-03-03T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:00:45.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>Trying to understand and come to terms with who we are as people is often a thing that is done during the twenty somethings. The more I reflect on it and see others doing the same makes me want to move on. Im going to guess that I find this distasteful because everyone is doing it. It is almost like im treating this like a fad which I want to be on the cusp of, not stuck riding the coat tails. Isnt it ironic that although im disgusted with self reflection that I cant help but continue? Its a horrible horrible addiction and I need help. The first step is admitting that there is a problem, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might agree that I tend to do things because it will help separate me from the pack. I like to be singled out, usually for good things, but ill settle for weird or entertaining. I bet that my self reflections and or attempt at writing intellectual thoughts on a web blog are far from entertaining, but I think the personality quirk still holds to prove a point. I suppose maybe wanting to be different helps one avoid looking at the mirror in a sense. When you aren't reminded of what you do, it removes most options to, reflect and see what you might look like doing the same thing. So perhaps I want to avoid reflecting after all. Maybe I dont like doing it in the first place. Maybe I just like the idea of perceiving problems and analyzing them, but not really facing my own. Well, im sure as its human nature to self improve, i must like to do some reflection and problem facing. However, what wins out? The avoidance or the facing problems? Maybe neither and that I just like to analyze issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After successfully? avoiding the previous question, I am going to segway into careers. Will a career in pathology be satisfying enough for me? It certainly matches my interest for looking at problems and it does incorporate a handful of aesthetics, working with my hands, and poses challenges/ puzzles for me to continually learn new things. However, I am struggling to decide if it has enough human contact for me. I not only think that human interaction is important for a job, but also I want to believe what I am doing will help people. Maybe I dont need to have all those things fulfilled by one outlet. The same goes for a relationship, you shouldn't rely on one person to make you happy.  Instead, it should come from a web of people. Maybe its time I dusted off that community service hat I used to wear so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-1777071015633807550?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/1777071015633807550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=1777071015633807550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/1777071015633807550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/1777071015633807550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2009/03/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-3204540614759423884</id><published>2008-11-16T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:24:49.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Friendship is Rare</title><content type='html'>Friendship is such a special thing. It defines us not only by who we choose to associate with, but also because of what we do and how we act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that one treats their friends really says something about that person. Often times, what a friend tells you or does for you can really cause a deep impact. It makes me feel good when I notice things about my friends which highlights the quality of their character. Loyalty, trust, intelligence, caring, and encouragement are among the traits which I have seen in my friends and it really warms my heart. Not only does it make me feel good when my friends tell good things about me, but also the fact that I impact my friends really carries a lot of weight for me. I suppose knowing that friends value and listen to me says something about people on both ends, and that's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed that it often takes an outsider to interpret oneself and this is another reason why I am thankful for my friends. Specifically, my friends help me see qualities in myself which I often overlook or dismiss as negligible. I guess the luxury of stepping back isn't always something one can do on their own. In fact, many things might only be discovered through the aid of another because we are so buried and tangled within our own lives that we can't extract certain things on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that everyone sees the world through different eyes is such a valuable thing. I think that this point is also an incredibly interesting one for me. Why do we all see the world differently? Clearly experiences play a huge role in this but maybe what fascinates more than how people get to their views is what the views are. Studying how people see and what makes their vision of the world different from mine is incredibly fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder If I could 'kick it' as a councilor or some kind of psychologist. It would be a very interesting job but I wonder if I could even get into a program or if it would even be satisfying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-3204540614759423884?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/3204540614759423884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=3204540614759423884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/3204540614759423884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/3204540614759423884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendship-is-rare.html' title='Friendship is Rare'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-6443136981577853772</id><published>2008-10-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:36:34.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkering with Trouble</title><content type='html'>What is it that causes relationships to fail? There are plenty of reasons, and the list can range from anything like abuse, lying, cheating, to less cutting attacks such as misunderstandings, lack/ loosing interest, not clicking anymore. I think for me, the problem has something to do with loosing myself. What i mean by this stems from my perception of what I am as well as what I want to be. When I first start interacting with someone, I am often much more energetic, fun, entertaining. Things pop into my mind with ease, to either ask about or simply say out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     I feel that the main reasoning behind this is at least twofold; Firstly, there is no personal investment in this person upfront; I simply have nothing to loose. Secondly, this is the stage where euphoria and infatuation comes into play.  The time where people are really good at ignoring anothers faults while only seeing the positives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Now after a month or two of euphoria, the perspective and ease fades.  This phase can maybe last longer at times but is that really my problem?  What exactly goes wrong then? Am I so shook by the alteration of everything that I take the change as a sign of either her, myself, or both of us loosing interest and causing me to freak out, put pressure on myself and push away? Or is there something I fundamentally do wrong interaction wise? Maybe she simply isn't the one I want and a part of me sees that, therefore allowing me to act accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ways I gauge how a relationship is going (friend or otherwise) depends on how much the other person wants to talk to me. If there is a divergence from that average, then I start to worry. Initially I am interacting evenly with that person but after a while I feel like I get caught up in it and become much more passive, almost like an observer. Another way to put it is that instead of two people playing ping pong, it switches to one playing against a wall. This could go for a while but with no interaction the player can A) get bored of being the only one hitting the ball, or B) slips up, causing the ball to die because the wall fails to pick up the slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like in a sense I can loose myself after a certain point. Does everyone experience this? I think the answer is probably yes, but the real question is how do you find yourself again? Sure we all find ourselves again with time, but is there a way to recall yourself on demand, or even better... never loose oneself? A friend told me that the best way to finds herself is through solo traveling. With this situation, one will only do things for themselves. Interact when you want to interact, see what you want to see, do what you want to do. I suppose this is just like going back to initial meetings of a relationship, there is nothing to loose because you haven't really made any investments yet. So let's say that the solo traveling will help you be more like yourself again. Now the question is, does this feeling last, such as a battery is recharged? Or is it like plugging into an outlet of your core personality? With the outlet, you must be plugged into the source (solo traveling) but once you leave that source (going back to the person you are invested in) your outlet becomes unplugged, since the source is no longer being tapped. This brings up two questions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Can someone actually recharge themselves by solo traveling or some other activity AND then go back to the person who you have investments in and be alright again?&lt;br /&gt;2) Is there a way to behave uninhibited all the time, meaning can someone view relationships from an non invested standpoint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the answer for is yes to one both or neither, depending on the person. Some people might need to get a recharge every so often, while for others, that recharge might not be enough. For others still, I think they don't need this at all cause they either are very defined as a person, and/or derive their happiness from within, never relying on the other as their source of anything (or maybe its just not relying on others primarily).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really struggle with the idea of being able to think of everything from a within standpoint. I mean a relationship needs two people, if you are only relying on yourself, then what is a relationship for? However the problem with relying on someone else is that people fluctuate and when you focus on another, you will misinterpret their fluctuations for something else, causing a whole slew of problems. Another thing with focusing on/ or relying on another is that you end up spending so much time watching them that you will in fact loose yourself! It seems like that is it right there. Relying on another causes you to loose yourself and in that sense you forget to even interact, which from the other persons perspective, will probably come off as you being disinterested or something of that nature. If that is the case, then how can I make the transition from relying on another to relying on myself while still keeping the other person in the picture? That is the real trick for me because If I spend too much energy focusing on myself, then how will I be aware of another?  More importantly still, will I actually be deriving satisfaction from the relationship here, or would it be more like the analogy of low risk investments = low loss/gain? If you don't rely on the other there's low risk for failure but does that equate to a less fulfilling relationship? I just don't understand the dynamics of relying on oneself in a relationship and how that translates to gauging the relationship, especially after the euphoric period wears off. It's like the same problem I have now only instead of blaming myself for the failure, I would be blaming the girlfriend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-6443136981577853772?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/6443136981577853772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=6443136981577853772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6443136981577853772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6443136981577853772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/10/tinkering-with-trouble.html' title='Tinkering with Trouble'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-2693394857433898713</id><published>2008-08-24T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:26:24.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School time</title><content type='html'>The weather is starting to feel like school time.  I think you know what I mean.  The soft breeze slipping though leaves- soon to crinkle underfoot.  The air is almost damp yet holding onto summer's warmth, not quite ready to succumb to fall's cool breath.  Soon enough the squeak of yellow breaks will peak over waking hills, full of sand-filled eyes and butterfly stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wondrous time, almost like new life, full of new experiences.  Then again, it also marks summers close and the freedom it holds.  This is alright though, freedom is cherished because of it's fleeting nature.  It's time for the grasshopper to collect grains of wheat to provide sustenance throughout winter.  Responsibility comes with aging seasons and therefore brings balance.  When there is balance, there is order.  With order comes protection, survival, and freedom; Finally brining everything full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is starting to appeal to me, to an extent.  I do not wish for the cold and snow quite yet, but the necessity to work and learn is ringing loudly in my ears.  Fortunately, I will be taking a graduate course this fall.  It both terrifies and excites me because it seems like a grueling challenge, yet one I can conquer and grow from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I really want some deep dish pizza.  Anyone up for another road trip to Chichago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-2693394857433898713?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/2693394857433898713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=2693394857433898713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/2693394857433898713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/2693394857433898713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-time.html' title='School time'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-8314894186875018567</id><published>2008-06-27T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:02:32.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the month again...</title><content type='html'>Ok I shouldn't compare blogging to a woman's menstrual cycle but too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like blogging is not as fun as I had cut it out to be.  Not enough leisure time, thats what the culprit is.  I just wish there was more time.  Maybe if there was a way to enjoy what I had just a little more... almost like a squirrel storing nuts away for the winter.  I think bloc party nails it on the head in their song 'Waiting for the 7.18' when they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it all again I'd make more mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Not be so scared of falling,&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it again, I would climb more trees&lt;br /&gt;I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to want more... more memories, more excitement, more stimulation.  The desire to have stored away more fun childhood memories is the same deal. &lt;br /&gt;Does wanting more do anything for us?  Does it change the way we think? can it make us more motivated to do things? ... or does it just make us more miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be fulfilled, but wanting more is like climbing a never ending ladder.  If you never can reach what you want, then how can you be happy?  A fortune cookie that was read to me recently illustrates this much better.  It said: "the pleasure of what we enjoy is lost by wanting more."  Appreciating what you have and enjoying the moment makes us able to obtain what we want, since we are simply experiencing it.  I guess also living in the moment removes expectations and worries about future goals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a book I'm reading by Allan Lightman- Einsteins dreams.  It is interesting because there is such a balance that we struggle for.  If you are focused on the future and live your life too fast, then you will Inevitably end up unhappy at some point since a lot of life is suffering.  Furthermore, you will fail to appreciate what is going on around you... remember the expression 'stop and smell the roses'?  Then again if you live your life too slow then you will seize to exist as a person but more as a snap shot in time... soulless and frozen.  Granted I doubt that anyone can live THAT slow; In fact it's impossible.  However, if you slow down too much and only focus on this exact moment in life right now, do you really live life or are you just sitting there?  There isn't any contrast in either extreme.  Now memories are a interesting thing in themselves.  If we did not have memories we would no longer have anything to compare our experiences to, and basically remove any social fear of failure because it would be forgotten almost instantaneously.  However back to the comment earlier that a lot of life is suffering, I feel like the carefree joys would loose their significance, simply because we wouldn't have anything bad to contrast them with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we want more?  I suppose as humans we can't resist to self improve, but then again just seeking more things to do and fun to be had isn't exactly self improvement in the sense I would normally associate the term with.  It would be more like an effort to improve our state of mind and or well being.  So really, wanting more is need to create happiness and in order to do so (at times) dulls life to help restore balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is molded through unhappy experiences therefore allowing us to contrast them with the happy instances, so I suppose it's good to look ahead a little, albeit its slightly ironic that by seeking more happiness one gets farther from it.  Then again, getting further from happiness actually gets you so much closer at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-8314894186875018567?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/8314894186875018567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=8314894186875018567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/8314894186875018567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/8314894186875018567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-that-time-of-month-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the month again...'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-7513617693795871804</id><published>2008-05-17T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:01:25.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rush of Fresh Wind</title><content type='html'>Spoiled&lt;br /&gt;Too much &lt;em&gt;s t i m u l a t i o n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I Cool down ?&lt;br /&gt;Restless yet&lt;br /&gt;r e s t e d.&lt;br /&gt;I crave &lt;strong&gt;resolution&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored so I tried Sarah's style. I don't think I get how to use it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been taking too much time to stimulate myself that I've forgotten some things that are important in life. Specifically, flux. A roller coaster isn't fun if you keep on climbing... you get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have been craving pizza for a long time. I will also be going to Graduation tomorrow to congratulate the class of 2008. Keeping with my disjointed fragmented thought pattern, I think it's about time I started reviewing for the GRE, and maybe looking into what I actually want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to give a call to nick? I think I am going to lend out some of my really good deal cheap phone cards, so maybe Sarah and Amy and Andy all of you can call him too. Like soon too cause I think these things expire soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, music keeps me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: &lt;strong&gt;MuteMath&lt;/strong&gt; - Chaos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-7513617693795871804?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/7513617693795871804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=7513617693795871804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/7513617693795871804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/7513617693795871804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/05/rush-of-fresh-wind.html' title='A Rush of Fresh Wind'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-4960325943616955256</id><published>2008-05-08T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:36:58.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you get Dark matter?  Open an umbrella.</title><content type='html'>Blog entry number 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking maybe that the main purpose of this blog was set a little to high for myself. Since I'm not really a talented writer like Andy or as amazingly creative as Sarah, or as well put together as Amy, maybe I should just stop putting pressure on myself. It's not like I'm doing an amazing job or anything, I really should just leave this as a place to hold my thoughts. If I end up improving on my organization and or writing ability, then great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about the title I picked this time... I just pulled it out of some mind cobwebs somewhere. I think I can expand on it though. Dark matter... what the hell is that anyway? Some random stuff in outer space that we know something about... OH NO LOOK OUT FOR THAT RUN AWAY TRAIN!!! BOOOMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry guys, that train of thought just got smashed to bits. That's a shame. Ok time to move on. So lets see, what to talk about... How about Sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: you get bonus points if you pick up on the video game reference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-4960325943616955256?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/4960325943616955256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=4960325943616955256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/4960325943616955256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/4960325943616955256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-do-you-get-dark-matter-open.html' title='How do you get Dark matter?  Open an umbrella.'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-8593849585369661603</id><published>2008-04-23T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:03:13.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coercing Creativity</title><content type='html'>The cause of this blog, for me, is to think about topics that strike my fancy and then analyze them as many ways as I can. At this point I've hopefully asked several questions, and potentially answered a few of them, in an effort to gain better or new perspectives about some topic. Unfortunately, I am not always at a computer or in the mood to write about these things. Which brings me towards something I want to talk about: How can you get into the right mindset to tackle a topic in a creative way? I am making the assumption that in order to write about something interesting and try and analyze it somewhat, you should be in a certain mood, else your posting will be lackluster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that a lot of good writing comes from inherent writing ability and critical thinking skills, along with practice... but people still talk about the elusive 'Zone'. I believe that when you're in the zone, your writing and thought process or flow in a certain topic will be significantly better. So, if you need to get into the zone to reach a personal standard of writing, then the question becomes how to get to this point? I suppose this brings us back to inherent writing skills and practice. It is quite possible that some of the skill you get through practice is the ability to 'get into the zone' more effectively, and even on demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a preforming monkey! However, I would like to be able to discuss topics more frequently and improve on my abilities as a whole. I guess at this point I'm feeling like a catch-22 has arisen... I want to write more, but I need to keep up to my own expectations and be in the zone. I can't get into the zone and write up to my expectations unless I write more. Something has to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose creativity can be forced, and things can be written when one isn't in the zone, and it can still reach a level of self expectation, but there is a risk of loosing the satisfaction of writing in itself. Do the ends justify the means? If I force myself to write more in order to learn how to get into the right mindset for a longer period of time and more effectively, will my lack of enthusiasm in this process due to its forced nature be made up in the long run? I will write better as a result, but it will force me to do something when not inspired and therefore loose satisfaction of posting to some extent. I suppose it will also get me to reach higher levels at a faster rate, but I'm forcing myself to be creative in non creative times, in an effort to 'learn' how to will my creativity in any time I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would the ability to think creatively be obtained without force? If I were to continue to write in this blog solely at points I was in the mood and felt inspired, would I still eventually arrive at the same point of writing skill and ability to think critically? It would naturally be a longer journey for me, and I may not reach the same level as someone who practices writing much more rigorously, but would I still be going down the same path? Do skills which are not initially present arise only through forced practice? Or can they arise through a more interested will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure if someone is driven to learn a new skill or topic of knowledge, they will be even more productive than the other two modes I've discussed above, but take this for example; If two people are learning guitar and one is picking up the guitar only when he is in the mood to play and wants to learn, while another guy goes to lessons, or forces himself to play guitar once a week/day whatever... will they both eventually approach the same destination? The guy making himself play guitar on a regular basis is bound to have times where he really wouldn't want to play but makes himself play anyway, whereas the other guy will only play when interested. It is Likely that they will both EVENTUALLY learn how to play guitar, but the one who just plays when inspired may take a longer time to reach his level of guitar mastery. I guess this can't really be compared because all people are different and peoples potentials are different too (or at least the effort required to reach a certain level is different for different people). However, the point which hopefully was made, is that forcing ones self to do something comes at a cost, and this cost is the enjoyment of the journey. The cost of enjoying the journey might not need to be paid arriving at the same outcome. You might argue that there is a sense of character building that comes from the forced guitar playing, which allows that person an additional bonus or skill which the other guy will not benefit from, which may be true, i am not sure. This actually reminds me of an XKCD comic... the one from earlier this week. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SBAC1Dto3KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5wf-dV7UghQ/s1600-h/electric_skateboard_double_comic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SBAC1Dto3KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5wf-dV7UghQ/s320/electric_skateboard_double_comic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192653480911232162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to spend your life? How many times do you need to stick with something or force something to gain a skill or achieve a goal before you obtain enough character or skill? Is this necessary for learning a skill which may not be at the top of your list? Clearly those lesser priorities in life are, at times less desirable to do, and therefore would require forced creativity or learning to obtain, else going at a much slower pace. What is most important to you? I suppose once we all reach that answer then we will be able to decide how we want to get there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to regress back to an earlier paragraph in a sense. When I was discussing the ability to learn something through forced creativity, I questioned if you can reach the same destination through inspiration alone or if the same level can be reached via forcing oneself to preform a task to almost manufacture creativity. Think of this as like a creativity switch; if you force yourself to paint a picture or practice art more and more, and in some cases you are not exactly looking forward to this, but you are still forcing the creativity, will you eventually learn how to be creative... in a sense? When comparing this to a person who only paints when inspired, they will tend to paint amazing things. Some of the best work is tapped through extreme emotions and essentially, a persons mood or inspiration on a topic or project. Assuming that the skill is there, being in the mood will dramatically improve ones creativity, so what about when someone practices more and more but its forced? Is it possible to learn so much about how to be creative and essentially turn it into a skill of turning on creativity, therefore raising your potential and reaching the same level of inspired creativity? I think that its probably not something that happens often or is difficult to learn. It is quite possible to confuse the idea of improving ones skills in creating things and creativity itself. Even though creativity and skill go hand in hand, they are not exactly the same thing. In writing, though I think that there may be an exception being that through training oneself. With enough practice in writing, it might be possible to take yourself to a place where writing can unlock creativity and perpetuate a mood of being in the zone. This is such a tricky topic since it is so hard to separate skill and creativity being that those with skill are the ones who pursue that field. At least by in large, people who are better at something will pick that to be what they do and will get by without having to feel inspired all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude,I want to make those who are unaware that I actually have another blog on which I talk about my day to day goings on. The link for that is &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Cromwell_the_3rd"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/Cromwell_the_3rd&lt;/a&gt;  Feel free to frequent that for more frequent updates, because its purpose is different than this blog. Hope everyone is enjoying the Spring, cause man it's just great outside, and to be honest, the white and pink blossoms on the trees by work are nice to smell and are quite beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-8593849585369661603?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/8593849585369661603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=8593849585369661603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/8593849585369661603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/8593849585369661603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/04/coercing-creativity.html' title='Coercing Creativity'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gaOorR7E2A/SBAC1Dto3KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5wf-dV7UghQ/s72-c/electric_skateboard_double_comic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-1712861610296225285</id><published>2008-03-28T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:34:08.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bivalve Bash</title><content type='html'>I have been badgered into making another blog entry. Ok, badgered is a little harsh, I suppose encouraged would be a better word. The theme of this entry is nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently acquired the DVD set of the Discovery Series &lt;strong&gt;Planet Earth.&lt;/strong&gt; It is fascinating to witness some of the things they have to offer. What wows me the most is the behaviors of certain creatures like how male Emperor Penguins huddle in masses and rotating to get into the center of the mass to protect themselves and their eggs from the frigid conditions as cold as -60 degrees Centigrade. By doing this, they still manage to survive and keep their egg alive in one of the coldest places on earth. Another example consists of how humpback whales travel to the north pole and pairs swim in a circular motion while using their blowholes to shoot the krill into a tightly packed area between them where they can be caught easier. I could go on and on, like how bats swarm out of caves at dusk and fly in a swirling circular motion in order to confuse predator hawks, but I should stop and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the New York Times today that there has been some leads in discovering the chance of someone becoming schizophrenic. In fact, the papers results created a paradigm shift in the way people look at schizophrenia and how people believe that it comes about. It doesn't really denounce the behavioral triggers which may spark such a condition, but further explains that people with schizophrenia may have neurological disorders or 'glitches' as the article put it, where the development of certain neurons was incomplete, causing certain receptors to be ineffective or altered to some affect. The study they conducted analyzed the DNA of several hundred normal people along side those diagnosed with the disorder/ mental disease. Apparently there are certain base pairs which either end up changing shortly after birth or are inherited before birth and can lead towards greater chances of receiving such a fate. This leads me to thinking about how much behavior is regulated by our genes. The more I think about it, the more I believe that our behaviors are regulated by our genes. The learning we undergo is simply something that just happens to occur, or is predetermined, as a result of our genetic makeup. In a way it's cool that there is so many breakthroughs in ways to analyze diseases and genetic disorders, because we will eventually determine better treatments and cures for them. Some day in the future, things like schizophrenia may be vastly more treatable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what i want to consider now is what if there are specific genetic errors linked with other behavioral or mental actions. Say for example there are specific genetic errors that lead towards mental instability or that create overly aggressive people. **(ignore the fact that over aggression is usually a hormonal imbalance or excess of testosterone in the system, I'm just throwing a bad example out there) This genetic disorder could be potentially diagnosed at a very young age, or even before birth and potentially treated. Hooray right? Problem solved? Well what about on the other hand? What if it turns out that more and more of our behavioral traits actually boil down to what genes we have.  What will that say for us as a whole? Will this create a paradigm shift in the way we believe that we function as a species? If the things that define us as individuals are simply the result of genetic code errors, will it hurt our individuality? Say there were certain genes that made someone more favorable to have a good sense of humor or have the tendency to be a hard worker verses a lazy one.  Would these traits be devalued because they are no longer viewed as something potentially learned but something you simply have because of your genes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tweak that question, if these behaviors can be predicted by analyzing someone's DNA, will it cause unnecessary discrimination or attention to those who are predisposed to certain traits? Said in another way, would this potential attention or knowledge of predisposed traits make people treat them differently from birth onwards? The ultimate question is if people know what behaviors someone will likely obtain in life, will their interactions towards said individual alter the traits which were predicted, or even cause different traits to emerge as a result? Think about this catch 22 of knowledge for a moment. If say, it was disclosed that a child was at greater risk or predetermined to behave extremely aggressive due to "aggressive genes", Would the parents of such a child treat them in a way that would exacerbate the problem, or even cause other problems to arise, which wouldn't of occurred if they raised the kid devoid of any knowledge of the "aggressive genes" in the first place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another angle of behavioral problems that could result from genetic knowledge would go as follows: Say for example someone was determined to have a genetic defect to have a weak heart. As a result, the parents freak out and overly shelter their child, preventing him or her from normal childhood interactions. This child would potentially be robbed of a normal childhood and the kicker is what if the kids heart could sustain normal interactions and would only be at risk of failure under specific situations, which, most likely wouldn't arise from playing in a sandbox or Rec. Soccer like the other kids. What mental disorders or confidence issues would the kid acquire as a result of this genetic information that parents were privileged to? I'm not trying to discourage such research from taking place or even saying that it would be wrong to inform a parent of a child's genetic disorders or disposition for certain behavioral actions, however would such knowledge change the outcome of a child's life... and if so, for better or worse? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose one of the largest nature verses nurture arguments out there is dealing with sexuality. Do you think if it's shown that homosexuality simply is due to a genetic error in code will people treat homosexuals as people with a disease more so than those choosing a lifestyle? I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-1712861610296225285?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/1712861610296225285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=1712861610296225285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/1712861610296225285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/1712861610296225285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/03/bivalve-bash.html' title='Bivalve Bash'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-3502418122639027917</id><published>2008-03-02T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:31:25.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epoc of the Century, the Millenia of the Decade</title><content type='html'>Life is composed of routine, regardless of the stage of life you are in or who you are.  Repetition is significant and almost inevitable in the grand scheme of things.  We all use routine to some extent and even you say you don't, you are constantly doing something different... well even chaos has order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like routine seeks you out, or in most cases you consciously find it or fall into it.  For most of us, routine is comforting but then again, some people say they avoid it, whenever possible.  A friend of mine says that she doesn't find routing comforting, for herself that is.  The reasoning she gave behind this was that her childhood always revolved around the places she moved to and new situations she was placed in.  High school was the longest period of time she stayed in a school.  Everything else was a year here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike routine to some extent, because i feel like life gets tuned down and you go on autopilot.  However, routine is very important in new surroundings where things are unfamiliar.  Wouldn't  someone in new surroundings need routine even more than someone in familiar surroundings?  Then again i find comfort in comfort.  Is it possible to find comfort in stress?  Anything is possible with people since everyone has the potential to be different.&lt;br /&gt;How about we look at a nature nurture argument... are people somewhat designed to behave in a manner that causes routine.  When you go eat lunch, do you tend to sit in the same seat, or talk to the same people?  If you drive to work, do you pick a different route each day or go the same way each time?  Another example considers scenarios of being in a prison or on a desert island.  In these cases, where one is stripped of their comforts, routine is absolutely necessary to keep ones mind sharp, and sane.  There has been studies showing this and basically people will do anything necessary to feel like they have something to look forward to, and something to think about.  Being completely idle is destructive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone say they do not find routine comforting.  Sure, excess routine can be sickening, but we all crave it to some degree.  Some may say that marriage and "settling down" is falling into the ultimate routine.  Those who dislike routine are opposed to marriage because it will make them feel unsettled and instead of feeling comforted by marriage will become restless and upset? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to this conclusion is potentially a logical fallacy of causality.  Just because people get married doesn't mean that they will be stuck to routine, and comfort doesn't all come from the routine of marriage.  Clearly this road goes two ways because not all marriages are happy, but if someone was to say that they are opposed to marriage because it will do the opposite of comforting them &lt;strong&gt;Because&lt;/strong&gt; they do not find comfort in a life of routine, then i feel like there is some problems with that.  Maybe the fears here are associated with a mental image of what marriage tends to be and the 'restrictions' which apparently 'come with the territory' result in a negative impression of the entire idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, is the idea of routine derived from choices which are neutral in ones mind?  Meaning, to have something become routine, is there a qualification of the action being insignificant?  Such as indifference to which way to drive to work?  Because if you look at something which we have to choose to to (within reason) such as eating, can you call that a routine?  It is something that is done repetitively but when someone was to say 'i don't find routine comforting' are they talking things that they have a more flexible choice over?  At least, a choice, which, in their mind, has minimal impact either way it is chosen?  that doesn't make sense, so maybe routine is being referred to as a much bigger basket, where variety has gone the way of the dodo.  Being completely clear, if the scenario goes something like  ::waking up, shower, eat, shopping/ work, eat, work/chore, get home, eat, watch TV/talk with loved one, bed:: has gotta be very boring and not comforting, yet why is that considered necessary?  Is married life doomed to a routine without excitement?  Only if the people involved let it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-3502418122639027917?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/3502418122639027917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=3502418122639027917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/3502418122639027917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/3502418122639027917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/03/epoc-of-century-millenia-of-decade.html' title='The Epoc of the Century, the Millenia of the Decade'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194846266243647715.post-6799821219468646029</id><published>2008-02-28T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:07:40.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age of a New Era</title><content type='html'>That's right folks, I've abandoned my Xanga shell to move onto bigger and better things.  I suppose it's time for a change anyway with being in the real world now and what what all this then.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have created a new world to live in (virtually);  What should I do in it?  What is the real purpose of this creation?  Is it a means for me to express myself?  Is it a means to work through lives challenges and difficulties?  Probably a little from column A and a little from column B?  Any way you slice it, it will reflect my personality because hey, it's written by me right?  I guess my main goal is not to just recap life's happenings, but to actually say something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I've officially said nothing, I suppose it's time for a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194846266243647715-6799821219468646029?l=robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/feeds/6799821219468646029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194846266243647715&amp;postID=6799821219468646029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6799821219468646029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194846266243647715/posts/default/6799821219468646029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertconnacherstudent.blogspot.com/2008/02/age-of-new-era.html' title='The Age of a New Era'/><author><name>cromwell_the_3rd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02911862143614921043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
