What, if anything, will happen if—when you start to grow seeds—you treat some seeds differently in those early stages? For instance, what if one of the seeds is taken out of its aquatic baggy environment for a day? What if one of the seeds is put in a dark closet? What if one seed sat in a watery plus another substance mixture instead of simply water? What if one of the seed’s water solution is really cold and another’s is really hot?

I want to just explore these, and other different combinations of growing seeds to see what effect they have on the eventual flower. I may also use different seeds to see if that makes a difference. This experimentation will be fairly loose, as I am just exploring to see if anything interesting happens to further investigate in a more rigorous and researched way.

Curiosity leads to exploration, which I feel is—if not purely fun—an essential stage of discovery. I always considered myself an exploratory person with, at times, more curiosity than focus can manage to pin down and further develop those initial findings. An exploratory demeanor comes to its subject matter with no pre-conceived thought or idea about what the journey might unearth. In fact, I would rather not know what I will find until found. This stage of exploration seems vital to some, if not all, discoveries, even though eventually valid knowledge will require systematic scientific method and research to process what we initially unearth.

For some reason, I feel I must justify exploration, as if it is merely an unorganized, messy quest that does not really yield substantial knowledge. I want to make the point that exploration is a jumping off point, a place to begin discovery. Once you explore and find something that needs further understanding, then you apply rigor; but that initial exploratory phase is free, liberal, and serendipitous. And once you find something, you begin to own it; it becomes your brainchild; and you are evermore invested and determined to apply that rigor.

Attempting to figure out the name and/or formula for chemical compounds is interesting and challenging. While systematic and possible, the first go-around can lead to incorrect answers. My problem was that I did not know about, or neglected, the existence of charts (i.e., cheat sheets) for the common valence charges of elements and ionic compounds, particularly the ionic compounds and elements with more than one valence charge. Without such a chart for reference, I kind of took a good guess—typically the wrong guess—and was vexed about how people could know this off-hand. That is, which elements had a 2+ or 4+, a 3+ or 6+, and which to use; or which ionic compounds ended in -ite or -ate. I conclude that they, too, must have had some sort of cheat sheet.

In the future, I look forward to learning more about carbon compound chains. Understanding these important things seems possible, interesting, and fun. I always remember my high school chemistry teacher telling us how organic chemistry was the hardest class he ever took. Perhaps this turned me off to that prospect. It’s strange what influences our choices. By now, I feel like the subject is something I can understand.

I am looking to redesign this website, which entails coming up with a new design that can be carried out by a WordPress theme. The theme will be responsive to different device sizes, and may have a different look and feel. I will preserve the blog content and continue to regularly update it. Moreover, I will consider what to do with the content unrelated to WordPress. I may revamp, archive, or completely delete such content, and look to create other content beyond the blog.

A redesign is a means to not only change the look and feel, and do some house cleaning, but to also re-imagine how the website can be useful.

As I am beginning the MIT Open Courseware classes in biology and chemistry, there are some basics that I must practice. Particularly, in the review chapter of the chemistry book, we have to convert units. This task is not terribly difficult, but does consume time. I spend much of the time searching for the conversion rate (which I likely will not retain), and then the remainder of the time plugging the numbers in the calculator. At the end of the problem, the calculator and computer did most of the work anyhow. I mainly did the searching, clicking, and plugging, which could probably be streamlined with a good app. The other task that I completed was writing the fractions to multiply values and cancel-out units. This is a useful skill; but after a few times it seems fairly easy. Thus, let’s just let the computer do everything after the user tells it which value to convert to which units. I sure hope an app already does this.

I was thinking about how Twitter is an immediate and quick, real-time update about peoples’ lives. But what if it actually was not? What if someone tweeted innocent but entirely complete falsehoods about their day-to-day activities; and all of their followers actually thought those tweets were true? The followers would actually think they really know what, say, a celebrity was doing; but they were in fact completely wrong about it.

What if I tweeted that I exercised for an hour, but really had not? What if I said I hiked a mile, saw three deer, and dove off of a cliff, but never actually did that? What if I said I washed my car, but it remains dirty?

Was it actually true, since thousands of people believed it?

We need to be careful with what we believe on social media, unless I actually tweet a picture of me washing my car—and we can all verify that the timing of that picture was this morning—then we merely have to accept the message at face value, as if no one ever lies about what they’re doing, especially when hundreds of thousands of people are reading a person’s messages; and that person must come up with something attractive and appealing. I wonder how many tweets are truly representative of our lives, or how much is filtered by what we want people to think we are doing. Even if those filtered tweets may be true, we may have left out the things we wish to keep hidden.

On Nas’s website, he asks visitors to explain why life is good. I logged in and offer the following message:

Considering the statement, “life is good”, without life there is no “is”—no present, no past, no future. Such a state is neither good nor bad; indeed, it is not.

Without life—no consciousness, no intelligence—without which trillions of stars in the universe do not really exist. Without intelligent life to know, explore, and do something, vast matter and energy is not known. With life, it matters.

Life is inanimate stuff organized for successful existence, which can feed, grow, and become. Life became intelligent. I, presently living an intelligent life, am not only perpetuating—carrying on—intelligent life, but have an opportunity to advance and modify that intelligence. This is good; intelligence lives on and advances through us.

So, we may ask, can life be bad? Of course, for those intelligent people oppressed. They are deprived—robbed—of their life. In such a condition, it is even worth risk of death, if it may lead to free intelligent life or could give future people a chance to live.

It is good that I am currently not living in such a state; I can live my life freely. Life, my friends, is therefore good.

Delivery day is always exciting, especially when I am charting a course—new, fresh, and different than previously.

As per the syllabi of the two MIT Open Courseware courses I will step into, I ordered two books:

  • Atkins, Peter, and Loretta Jones. Chemical Principles: The Quest for Insight. 4th ed. New York, NY: W.H. Freeman and Company, 2007.
  • Freeman, Scott. Biological Science. Upper Saddle River, NJ: Prentice Hall, 2002.

My primary game plan is to learn chemistry and biology with an eye toward genetics. In conjunction with this learning, I want to apply programming skills and engage with web-related technologies. Lastly, as a concurrently creative stream, I want to listen to, feel, and live beside jazz music. These are the broad goals, priorities, and the starting point.

For roughly a ten-year period—from about 1993 to 2003—I considered myself to be a songwriter. For the past ten years, I have certainly not been; and for some reason have been quite reluctant to disclose those past proclivities. By now, with ten years removed, I can perceive that past work objectively—no longer personally—and assess, judge, and understand it—rather than be embarrassed or ashamed of spending so much time partaking in a seemingly childish art that went nowhere and diverted my attention.

Since I could write, for some reason, I wanted to express thoughts and ideas lyrically in song. I did not really care about music as much as producing lyrics. These songs mainly took the form of regular songs or rock-type songs. During my middle school days, friends of mine played in rock bands; and so the sub-culture of creating songs and music seemed fairly normal, though I did not collaborate or produce any of these lyrics at all at this time.

Then, during high school, rap music was at its zenith. Everyone seemed to be listening to rap and many people were actually trying to rap themselves. It was not unusual to go to a party and find five to ten people free-styling in a corner. As a person who liked lyrics particularly, rap seemed like a way that I could explore and advance that art form and, more importantly, actually consider producing the work. I could not sing or play an instrument, but maybe I could rap.

Eventually, I learned how to produce songs on a multi-track recorder. Over about five years, I continually strove to produce rap songs, at times collaborating with others, at times on my own. By around 2003, I stopped writing lyrics and producing songs and focused on my academic life and have not produced, or wanted to produce, a song ever since.

My recordings from more than ten years ago still exist. Yesterday, I decided that I wanted to back up some of my old recordings, and while doing so listen to them to see if they are even worth preserving, if only for my own occasional amusement. Although at times vulgar, embellished, completely fabricated, nonsensical, trashy, and bewildering, I concluded that these recordings are pretty impressive, in context of what rap usually is: aggressive, provocative, id-released lyrics that try to artistically and rhythmically reach through the speaker and smack the listener in the face or get them to hang onto a one-liner or make them feel something.

To conclude, I was once a songwriter who more than dabbled in rap music. Lyrically, these recordings are high-quality; and that is for what I was aiming.