a lot of nonsense

No, I didn't have a chance to jump again, just pictures I've promised long, long, long ago:



And now you can see that I wasn't terrified at all, and did it all with a smile :)

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Who says that I can't do real reasearch? Take this for size:

It's a screenshot from a distributed computing project Einstein@Home: http://einstein.phys.uwm.edu/ .

My poor computer is also supporting these projects:
http://boinc.bakerlab.org/rosetta/
http://bbc.cpdn.org/

You can help too!

But first, fill out for me a short survey about portals : http://eduportal.ath.cx/questionnaire.2006-09-23.9118124507 (it won't take more than 5 minutes, I promise) tnx

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After 3 cups of coffee, 3 cups of tee and a pound of twizzlers my graduation thesis is 4 pages longer. Some 20 more to go.

Just wanted to share this with the world.

And in case I collapse from over-sugarization, caffeination, teeination, there would exist a record that I died trying. And if that happens, John don’t be too hard on yourself for providing me with twizzlers. If it wasn’t for that it would be something else. But not nearly as tasty.

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The pictures are showing Croatia's cardinal Bozanic, the first one is (c) Jutarnji list, the second Novi list.

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I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can't even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk

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The other day, as I was heading for the bus to take me bungee jumping, in the early morning, city downtown, I noticed this nice shop window:



And I really don’t have a lot to comment on, but, I can't help wondering: what is a Karlovacko beer doing among the Ozujsko fellows?



Strange indeed.

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Some people do crazy things, sometimes. I'm proud to admit I'm one of those people. Yesterday I had a pleasure of doing something for the first time: I bungee-jumped!

So here's a little video clip I want to share with the world, and that's not me yelling, it's my supporters. My jumping doesn't have anything to do with supporters being my students from the summer school I did 2 months ago, and me wanting to impress them. :)

A photo of my perfectly calm face as I take the leap is coming soon.

Enjoy (Flash 8 player required):

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Not so long ago I needed to hand in recommendation letters for a scholarship, which included an evaluation form. One of the questions was about working habits. While I did choose to respect the right of my evaluators to keep their opinion private, I’ve caught a glimpse of one of the sheets, and working habits weren’t given an ‘A’. Rightly so. I have none, and right now I’m having insomnia problems due to that.

Well, actually, not really insomnia. I’ve messed up my biorhythm by having too long of an afternoon nap, and then drinking way too much coffee to do some work on my research papers. Which didn’t happen of course. So it’s half past 5 in the morning right now, and I’m writing this in bed, and I might actually do some real work, because I don’t really have anything better to do right now.

Off I go.

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Blogging is 'cool'. I wanna be cool. Me-->blogger?

I really don't have a clue. It's been at least 10 years since I last had a journal. And it was, to be frank (and not John) lame. I should've burnt the thing, for I'm blushing at the thought of deep stuff written there. Good thing I'm keeping it well hidden, for it may well be a good blackmail material. Not that I'm important enough to be blackmailed.

Perhaps I've matured with time. Perhaps I can qualify as a wine-cheese-type. Or I'm more of a bread type? Bread doesn't gain in quality with time (well mould quality, maybe), nor does low quality wine.

Back to hard decisions....perhaps there is a blogger in me. Perhaps this is a first post in a long series. And, maybe, this is the first and the last post I'm ever going to do. This remains to be seen.

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