First of all, I am blogging way more than I expected to during the design project. I guess that means it’s going pretty well. Less than two weeks left now!
I finally heard back from those MIT folks. Oddly enough, I was not admitted (sorry, Frances, I guess I can’t come to Boston for free). Apparently my application, which was good enough for Washington, Berkeley, Illinois, and Notre Dame, was not quite what MIT was looking for. Of course, the letter in the thin envelope said they had a very large number of qualified applicants, but what does that actually mean? In summary, I guess I would feel more annoyed or hurt if I weren’t already trying to choose between these other four very desirable grad schools. In fact, since I am going to be gone on tours a rather shocking number of days in March as it is, I’m almost glad I don’t have to figure out how to schedule in an MIT visit (no, Frances, that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to come to Boston). Mostly I feel kind of bemused about the whole thing. It just strikes me as kind of odd.
Speaking of odd, apparently the powers of my flatmate, Magic Steve, extend to electronics now. Magic Steve’s super-powers documented to date include super-climbing, super-stealth, realistic BATTLE DAMAGE!, and the ability to walk into a Vegas casino and win $20 off a slot on his first pull. But now there’s this electronics business.
The free television that Magic Steve and I share (see post “Hunting and Gathering as per my particular…idiom”) has always had this little problem where occasionally the color goes kind of fritzy and the screen turns mostly red. Fortunately, all that is required to fix this problem is a good thwack to the side of the TV. It’s actually kind of hilarious, having an appliance that requires you to hit it to make it work. Until I acquired this TV, I thought such things were fictions invented by screenwriters and authors for dramatic purposes.
Anyway, one day, after Magic Steve had set some Valentine’s Day flowers on top of our free entertainment center, the Fritz-daemon showed up and possessed the television. Magic Steve performed the usual procedure of picking up a bottom corner of the box and dropping it a couple of inches. The exorcism was successful. However, the Fritz-daemon conspired with Gravity to destabilize the flowers and send them toppling on to the back part of the TV. Immediately, the screen went dark, and Magic Steve feared the worst. Indeed, it seemed that Free TV might be dead. But later, it was successfully reactivated, and the Fritz-daemon has not been seen since. Apparently spilling about a liter on the back of our television doesn't kill it, but rather, exorcises its daemons. That said, I do not recommend trying this procedure on any of your uncooperative appliances or electronics without the aid of a trained Magic Steve. And there’s only one of those, so good luck.
And now, back to the top-secret project.