Blogging in class. Everyone else is learning how to use Audacity. I already know how to use Audacity. So, this is me time.

Audacity is an audio editing program, and I have used tons of those, going all the way back to a program that came with my Sound Blaster sound card (remember those?) called Master Blaster. The great thing about Audacity is that it is open source, ergo free, and yet it is as powerful and as packed with features as anything Adobe wants to charge you 1000 bucks for.

So I have used Audacity a fair bit over the years. I am no power user, but I can do basic cut and paste work, and that takes you pretty far. Plus I know a little bit about the advanced stuff, like filters and tone generation. So, no worries.

Glad about the election, if not exactly overjoyed. Justin is PM now, and that is that. I voted my conscience and that is all any of us can do.

Harper did manage to do one decent thing, and that was to lose gracefully. He said that “the people are never wrong”, which is a pretty classy thing to say when you lose. It’s almost as though he knew he would lose and was ready for it.

Part of me wishes it had caught him by surprise and he had gone weeping and wailing to the press about how unfair and mean the Canadian people were.,.but that is not a very nice part of me.

That is the lizard brain, schadenfreude, crush your enemies, see them driven before you part of my brain, and while I accept it as a natural part of being a human being – we all have our primitive id lurking beneath the mask of civilization – I also know that the definition of civilization includes the degree of control we have over it.

Dammit, why am I so sleepy? I got plenty of sleep last night. I hate this shit. I was hoping using CPAP would fix this mysterious sleepiness I get for seemingly no rational reason and which makes my life far more tense and draining than if I had solid and dependable islands of wakefulness.

It could be a temperature thing. It is pleasantly cool on this classroom, and maybe that is having the same effect as it does when I sit in front of my computer. This would suggest that if I was able to get my entire bedroom to just the right temperature, I would sleep a whole lot better.

Hard to manage without AC, though.

It can’t be poor sleep habits, because mine have improved greatly. I hardly ever nap during the day any more. I would love to say that this is due to my will of iron and swami-like level of self control, but in reality, most of the time, I couldn’t if I tried. I have been doing a lot of hard coding cognitive work ti separate “I physically require sleep” from the bed-seeking “I could sleep, probably, if I wanted” . And I think it is paying off.

It’s a lot like the difference between real physiological hunger and the emotional desire to eat, fueled by “cravings”.

It helps to remind myself that I don’t want to sleep through life. I want to live it. I want to be a real person, and endless dreaming destroys that.

Corn nuts makes a poor classroom stealth snack, person behind me. They are like, the loudest food in the world besides ice cubes.

My mom crunches ice cubes. She also likes corn nuts. Hmmmm

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I am in Psych 1200 now. We are dealing with Freud. Poor old Freud. People scored a lot of cheap iconoclast points off him by pointing out that the man who invented modern psychology was not the best in the world at it. Do we expect the guy who invented the surfboard to be the best surfer of all time? Of course nit. In fact, he probably was not very good at all.

So yeah, a lot of Freud’s theories have not stood the test of time, and some of them seem downright juvenile, but he was the first. Cut him some slack. He invented psychotherapy. He invented the entire idea of helping someone by talking to them.

We hug and cuddle because it reminds us of the pressure of the womb. That is why autistics are comforted by pressure. My professor and I just figured that out. Man, psychology is cool. Autistics reject human touch, often violently. So a good hug will only horrify them. But if people press them on all sides with nice soft cushions, it can have the same effect.

Being claustrophobic, that sounds like Hell to me. But whatever goats your float.

Repression equals overexpression. It must be true, it rhymes. Luckily, it actually IS true.

Got exam back. 83.8 percent. Not bad for someone who didn’t even know there was an exam that day. For Kwantlen, that is an A-. Which means I have been an A- student most of my life.

Check out 72 bpm for music – unuversal baby rocking rate!

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Back home now. I’ve eaten, I’ve watched an episode of Bones while doing so, and now it’s time to blog.

Luckily, I actually managed to write like 850 words while in class. Not bad. So this won’t take that long.

I did not manage to get to the post office to get my student loan today. A number of factors led to me not getting out of the apartment till 12:20 pm, and by that time it was too late to get to the post office to do my thang and still make it to class at 1 pm. So, no dice there.

BUT, I did go to the library and get my student card. I am now a fully authorized student, so to speak.

I will try for the post office again tomorrow. I don’t have to be in school until 2:30 pm, so it should be easier to get a jump on thing like I did Monday.

And then…. I will actually be able to pay the university! And from there…. onwards to victory!

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.