Say you’re driving a car and you get to a hill that is a distance of 1 mile from the base to the top and another mile back down the other side. Yeah, nature is symmetric like that. You drive up to the top at 30 mph and then wonder how fast you’d have to drive (ignore acceleration – figure the average) to get to the bottom with a total average of 60mph going from one side of the hill to the other; 2 miles.

Answers in the comments… I’ll give you a bit and put the answer up.

Another day, another post. Yay for me. Well, not quite…

Computer at work is having issues with some code style validation settings and keep kicking out errors when compiled with one program and not with another. Both are supposed to be using the same settings file. Ugh. If you didn’t get that line, two things that have no reason to act differently have started acting as polar opposites.

Angry Ben is angry.

Also, Sad Ben is sad. Or maybe just contemplative. Recent reading material about hospice care vs. medical care that only cares to extend “life” in the New Yorker:

The simple view is that medicine exists to fight death and disease, and that is, of course, its most basic task. Death is the enemy. But the enemy has superior forces. Eventually, it wins. And, in a war that you cannot win, you don’t want a general who fights to the point of total annihilation. You don’t want Custer. You want Robert E. Lee, someone who knew how to fight for territory when he could and how to surrender when he couldn’t, someone who understood that the damage is greatest if all you do is fight to the bitter end.

Interesting.

Queue the JoCo song…

It’s been a while since I’ve actually put content in here that wasn’t a rehash of twitter or meme crap. I’m bad. I know. 50 lashes…

So… last time it was 2009 or something right? Wow. So much has happened. Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

• Been dating someone fairly seriously since late December. Squee!
• The girl moved from Chicago (bleh, far away) to Baltimore (squee, close!)
• Masters degree program slugs along. I have 2 years left.
• Moved. To a house. By myself.

Ok, so list form doesn’t make it look like so much but those were the fairly major things. I’ve been making things (pottery, woodworking, etc) and some cooking/brewing. More to come though. Trying to get this back into a regular occurrence. If for nothing else than to not have to generalize chunks of life.