the joy of the early bus
Apr. 14th, 2005 09:26 amam sitting with coat and shoes on waiting for iPod and newton to charge. bus comes in 20 minutes. Will leave house in ten.
I felt nostalgic this morning, spending half an hour making Dave a boxed lunch to bring to skool. When I came to stay with him in Jersey City I realized he was spending $10 a day on lunch in the overpriced suburb where his office was located. I started packing him lunches, and then all of a sudden he had way more money. After a year of this he bought a car. (I even continued to pack us both lunches after I got a job. I never bothered buying lunches at work. Why pay $8 for wretched cafeteria food when you could just eat home-brought Chee-Tos? But it's a pain to have to get up and make lunch.)
In college I bought myself a metal Superman lunchbox and used it as a carrying case for my digital camera and equipment (back then, I had to haul a lot of batteries). I began using it to pack Dave's lunches, and the wife of one of his co-workers recounted a day she'd come to pick her husband up from work (on a casual Friday) and had seen some kid with a ponytail, Chuck Taylors with flames painted on the sides, and a Superman lunchbox come out of work. "That kid is cool!" she'd said to her husband.
"Oh, he's half the R&D dep't," her husband had answered.
Boy had a passionate discussion with me last night about the difference between IT and CS. He is, at heart, an IT person, he revealed, but he is in the CS dep't because he wants to learn that end of it, and because he thinks it really does the CS dep't good to have a bit of IT beat it over the head. He's a CS major, and for a distribution requirement he took an IT concentration as his "non-CS" cluster. Because CS believes IT isn't CS or CS-related. He sees it more that the CS is the theory and the IT is the "so what" that makes the theory actually useful. And him, he'd rather know the theory, sure, but he'd sort of like to have "so what" answered as well. So he does a lot of "so what"ing to professors, and they love and hate him.
It was entertaining to listen to him, at least. He's at school for 14 hours today. I have an unexpected 8-hour Not Day Off, as I think I mentioned. I had something deep to confide to this journal, but I have forgotten it. And with that, I disappear to go stand looking forlorn until the bus comes and saves me.
I felt nostalgic this morning, spending half an hour making Dave a boxed lunch to bring to skool. When I came to stay with him in Jersey City I realized he was spending $10 a day on lunch in the overpriced suburb where his office was located. I started packing him lunches, and then all of a sudden he had way more money. After a year of this he bought a car. (I even continued to pack us both lunches after I got a job. I never bothered buying lunches at work. Why pay $8 for wretched cafeteria food when you could just eat home-brought Chee-Tos? But it's a pain to have to get up and make lunch.)
In college I bought myself a metal Superman lunchbox and used it as a carrying case for my digital camera and equipment (back then, I had to haul a lot of batteries). I began using it to pack Dave's lunches, and the wife of one of his co-workers recounted a day she'd come to pick her husband up from work (on a casual Friday) and had seen some kid with a ponytail, Chuck Taylors with flames painted on the sides, and a Superman lunchbox come out of work. "That kid is cool!" she'd said to her husband.
"Oh, he's half the R&D dep't," her husband had answered.
Boy had a passionate discussion with me last night about the difference between IT and CS. He is, at heart, an IT person, he revealed, but he is in the CS dep't because he wants to learn that end of it, and because he thinks it really does the CS dep't good to have a bit of IT beat it over the head. He's a CS major, and for a distribution requirement he took an IT concentration as his "non-CS" cluster. Because CS believes IT isn't CS or CS-related. He sees it more that the CS is the theory and the IT is the "so what" that makes the theory actually useful. And him, he'd rather know the theory, sure, but he'd sort of like to have "so what" answered as well. So he does a lot of "so what"ing to professors, and they love and hate him.
It was entertaining to listen to him, at least. He's at school for 14 hours today. I have an unexpected 8-hour Not Day Off, as I think I mentioned. I had something deep to confide to this journal, but I have forgotten it. And with that, I disappear to go stand looking forlorn until the bus comes and saves me.