Monday, August 15
Lots of stuff going on. It’s my final week at work. Got presentations and crap, yet my work isn’t finished yet (to my satisfaction).
Oh yeah, I got my hands on a backup server located in San Jose, since my Texas server fails so often. And this server is… OMG, amazing.
root@altair:~# wget -O /dev/null http://cachefly.cachefly.net/100mb.test --2011-08-16 04:10:09-- http://cachefly.cachefly.net/100mb.test Resolving cachefly.cachefly.net... 18.104.22.168 Connecting to cachefly.cachefly.net|22.214.171.124|:80... connected. HTTP request sent, awaiting response... 200 OK Length: 104857600 (100M) [application/octet-stream] Saving to: `/dev/null' 100%[====================================================>] 104,857,600 45.9M/s in 2.2s 2011-08-16 04:10:11 (45.9 MB/s) - `/dev/null' saved [104857600/104857600]
That’s 400Mbps speed right there! And right now it’s about 5PM, pretty close to prime time. The speeds aren’t going down as I test more! Actually, it just got faster. It just did 56MB/s; that’s 500Mbps right there! I am in awe.
And what’s more amazing is the disk speed…
root@altair:~# dd if=/dev/zero of=testfile bs=4k count=256k 262144+0 records in 262144+0 records out 1073741824 bytes (1.1 GB) copied, 3.23105 s, 332 MB/s
Today: Ichiban for lunch in La Canada (or is it Pasadena). Amazingly cheap Japanese food. It was like, what, $7 or 8 for a 3-combination bento box!
Couldn’t make it to the Crawdads baseball game and dinner today.
Tuesday, August 16
That post up there was not backdated! Amazing, no?
I actually have a detailed calendar of this week, because I actually maintained my Google Calendar. So these next few posts are only psudo-backdated.
Today was lunch with my Tuesday lunch crew, and then left for Apache Days.
Got there just as the doors were closing. Quite a lot of good exercise there, with all that sprinting. Ran into Justin (and, later, Alfred and Rose) amongst other friendly faces.
I made a fatal math mistake, forgetting to subtotal the graduation and grad night fees, so the check my dad wrote wasn’t enough. Luckily they told me I could pay this later at the ASB office.
It kind of doesn’t make sense that you have to pay $135 in order to graduate, but whatever.
The PTSA desk lady refused to stamp my sheet, trying endlessly to guilt me into donating $5. Damn Asian saleswomen. She seriously wouldn’t let me go, even though I told her I owed $135 and really didn’t have any money on me.
On another note, PTSA probably hauled in a huge load of money this year due to her. I applaud.
Justin followed me home to my house and proceeded to watch YouTube videos of people playing games. I told him to make sure I did work (was writing my draft), and somehow magically I managed to do more work that I usually would.
Maybe I should let Justin come over more often.
Wednesday, August 17
Much work was done regarding my final presentation this afternoon.
Many private legal issues were turned over in my head until both sides were well-done. As a result, my brain was cooked.
Thursday, August 18
Final presentation of my internship. My group supervisor came by, and he liked it. We had an invigorating chat. It felt great. The private legal issues were still being lightly sauteed in my mind.
Late afternoon: Spanish lessons at my job in Methodist Hospital! My amigo treated me to onion rings (anillos de sebollas — para llevar por favor!). The onion rings that the chef makes in the hospital cafeteria are brilliant (although all he does is deep fry them — maybe it’s something about the oil that makes them particularly tasty).
Important words to remember for my next impromptu Spanish lesson:
perdon – sorry, excuse me
¿que me dijste? – what did you say?
¿que quiere decir (esto)? – what does (this) mean
¿que quiere decir? – what do you mean?
¿como se dice (esto)? – how do you say (this)
no se – I don’t know.
I have horrible memory (especially regarding names), so the only reason I remember these is because I put them down on a notecard.
On a side note, I love those inverted question marks.
Friday, August 19
Final day of JPL internship. Private frying pan stuff, mostly. Ran around the entire campus; HR, education office, Office of General Counsel, Ethics Office — it’s like a tour on my final day.
Private frying pan stuff stressed my mom out. I tend not to get stressed out by stuff these days. Or maybe I just don’t feel like I’m stressed, but subconsciously I really am.
Saturday, August 20
Summer BBQ Bash at my JPL mentor’s house. I babysat my little brother in the swimming pool, mostly. Played pingpong, threat was dripping down my chin. It felt good. I need sunglasses for these situations.
The food tasted good, but on Sunday I had diarrhea so…
Sunday, August 21
Verbatim from my calendar:
9-10am: wake. That’s the most spectacular part of my day. I WOKE! And on top of that, before noon! And, as if that still weren’t enough, I was able to wake at 9am!
10-10:30am: week 4 day 2 of the 100 Pushups program. I think by this point I was up to about 150 pushups per day (exceeding my mom’s requirements). It still hasn’t become a full-on habit yet. I can do about 30 to 50 pushups in a row. Somehow I still don’t look buff or anything.
Although I can’t really imagine myself with highly developed pectorals.
10:30-11am: call Cindy RE:JVLG. That’s right, I wasn’t really sure if there was a meeting today, but I couldn’t find Cindy’s number. I ended up embarassingly late to the meeting. Embarassing!
10:30-11:30am: write all backdated August Miniposts. Hur hur… (this is being written on August 26th).
11:30-12:30pm: Lunch. Okay, following my calendar verbatim gets uninteresting from here on.
My afternoon was spent at the Junior Volunteer Leadership Group meeting for Methodist Hospital. Nothing too remarkable.
I was planning on seeing the counselors on Monday (both for the Stanford issue and my research competition forms), but I fell asleep or otherwise was incapacitated and unable to complete the forms. In addition, I overslept on Monday.
Remaining time before school starts: 1 week.