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Waiting at the DMV

There is a beautiful and dreadful monotony to it: the way that the high-and-mighty government founded on the weighty principles of (in the American case) personal freedom, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, whatever that should mean for an individual, copes with the progression of time. From the...

Martian Days

There's a manga I own, Aria, which I absolutely adore. It's an exposition of the boring daily life of gondoliers ( Undines ) living and working on Mars, who navigate (in both their professional capacity and private lives) Neo-Venezia, a city which is the terraformed red-planet's doppelganger of the...

Raingurl

Hurricanes: they're a reality of living on the eastern seaboard. One blew threw the other day, Hurrican Dorian; as usual the models were all over the place: the NOAA map plotting the "cone of uncertainty" mopped almost the entire east coast with the multi-colored potential "paths", some predicting t...

One Wild Last Friday Night in Berkeley

There's a few different flavors of Steel Reserve: the most elusive (and one I only just found today) is pineapple. The less-rare flavors are: Blue Razz, Black Razz, Watermelon, and Pink lemonade, among some other minor variations; while it's not the best / healthiest choice to drink a malt, I figure...

Bottoms up and the Devil Laughs

I've drank my fair share of Monster energy; it's not always been the case that I've enjoyed the taste though.

From the outset I was opposed to it. I can remember the first time I ever had a Red Bull, and like a lot of interesting stories about my past it starts off with a Boy Scout event: I must've...

Summer Shits Itself and Dies Again

Yesterday I grabbed lunch with my supervisor: Vietnamese coffee and phở noodles. The coffee was simply sweetened, condensed milk at the bottom of a glass of very bitter, very strong coffee. It brews on your table and drips out slowly from this metal apparatus sitting atop the glass. It comes out...

Personal Branding and Fucking Around

Little known fact: my name's not actually Prettyboy Yumi (as cool as that would be); most Sysops prefer to keep themselves anonymous (or as anonymous as they want to be). I enjoy teasing my face a lot but the idea that any trivial algorithm which can recognize faces can associate pictures of the sam...