Mistakes
I guess I was wrong not to follow the course of Elkan last quarter. First, because `Machine learning could be interesting, second, because the` I substituted for my own pleasure with a course of graduate Computability and Complexity very difficult, `I do not give credit when I'm in Italy ', held by an Italian and American call and an asshole in which you will probably get is a result rather low (as opposed to undergraduate classes that I have argued here).
This morning I met him the Elkan and asked him a few suggestions for the thesis work, maybe I could stay here in the summer months and return in September, but the Elkan was not very interested, for that matter run its course I missed (did not give me credit in Italy, but maybe give me credit in respect quoi) ... In short, I'm confused.
my card to play is now called Keith Marzullo. Which I seized the course of "Competition" and I discovered that teaching in this trimeste, even in the music department, a seminar Ukulele. Sara `weird America?
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
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Friday, March 25, 2005
Leserjet Borderless Printing
SF / day three
On day 3 there is still bad weather. Too bad time. Rains that God sends to clarify. Armed with my trusty umbrella (the other of them) will face a new day,
bad weather
On day 3 there is still bad weather. Too bad time. Rains that God sends to clarify. Armed with my trusty umbrella (the other of them) will face a new day,
Milk Ingredients In Duncan Hines Brownie Mix?
five day / four day
are lazy, too lazy. You wake up too late, we're too few things, it moves as spoiled. And Redwood City is a bit 'far from San Francisco, transport worsen as soon as you exit the area BART (the San Francisco metropolitan service).
The AMA is located in the Civic Center in the center. The BART comes to us perfectly but we will do the wild goose, with Caltrain to South San Francisco and then bus: There is too bad, but the shortest path to save time. In fact we go a bit 'late, and after lunch, the moral of the visit is an hour and a half, of course. Of Buddha, Vishnu, Brahman priests and bramoni stucchevolezze and some characteristics of Oriental and last value for the typical Chinese vase.
The idea is to go to the museum and return to Redwood before 8, then go to a concert of folk music (soft rock? Whatever?). We decide to leave at 5.30pm so as to be on time. + Bart train to Redwood. It is here that sets out the genius of transportation. Why local trains and express trains between there's a bit 'of confusion, are all in one time, and why a local train and an express, both to the south, although starting with a significant difference in start time arrive at the station Millbrae's more or less the same time. And of course we do not do good, or better Patrick does not mind, so that instead of the local take the express. What is more fast, sure, but the time when we should be at Redwood we came to San Jose, much more away from our destination! And of course local train heading north there are not within an hour, so the concert he jumps at least 30 minutes.
What's more, when we move north we are also able to make mistakes out of the station, so Bart is nothing but once again the bus, which are less frequent in the evening. It is here that John the English girl, hungry, with its 6-inch sandwich in hand, its best if it is, rests on the bus entering the sandwich on a seat where there is one newspaper and the driver he says now: "Hey men, I would not do that, a guy That just pissed on seat". John protests, my laughter and Patrick (also track pigs) but the English girl hungry to leave her sandwich did not think so: close your eyes, take a deep breath, and go for a whim!
The problem is that if groups are not highly organized risk has shot up to fail. I should know, but apparently I fall often. We come to this club where there is the concert two hours after the start, exhausted, we pay even $ 10 to enter, and when we get others will smile and tell us that it is time to get away and go elsewhere, which this music can not do more, etc. ... etc. ... It seems that we go from here, but some will go to the `one of them falls down there is someone down there with the` short, everyone goes his own way `I take my way and I wander the neighborhood of the Castro looking for a coffee. But it is midnight, and café are open there are not many, to be precise only one, and the accuracy does not accept credit cards. Moral: no coffee for Tuka.
laziness
are lazy, too lazy. You wake up too late, we're too few things, it moves as spoiled. And Redwood City is a bit 'far from San Francisco, transport worsen as soon as you exit the area BART (the San Francisco metropolitan service).
Asian Art Museum of
The AMA is located in the Civic Center in the center. The BART comes to us perfectly but we will do the wild goose, with Caltrain to South San Francisco and then bus: There is too bad, but the shortest path to save time. In fact we go a bit 'late, and after lunch, the moral of the visit is an hour and a half, of course. Of Buddha, Vishnu, Brahman priests and bramoni stucchevolezze and some characteristics of Oriental and last value for the typical Chinese vase.
Genius transport
The idea is to go to the museum and return to Redwood before 8, then go to a concert of folk music (soft rock? Whatever?). We decide to leave at 5.30pm so as to be on time. + Bart train to Redwood. It is here that sets out the genius of transportation. Why local trains and express trains between there's a bit 'of confusion, are all in one time, and why a local train and an express, both to the south, although starting with a significant difference in start time arrive at the station Millbrae's more or less the same time. And of course we do not do good, or better Patrick does not mind, so that instead of the local take the express. What is more fast, sure, but the time when we should be at Redwood we came to San Jose, much more away from our destination! And of course local train heading north there are not within an hour, so the concert he jumps at least 30 minutes.
What's more, when we move north we are also able to make mistakes out of the station, so Bart is nothing but once again the bus, which are less frequent in the evening. It is here that John the English girl, hungry, with its 6-inch sandwich in hand, its best if it is, rests on the bus entering the sandwich on a seat where there is one newspaper and the driver he says now: "Hey men, I would not do that, a guy That just pissed on seat". John protests, my laughter and Patrick (also track pigs) but the English girl hungry to leave her sandwich did not think so: close your eyes, take a deep breath, and go for a whim!
the frustration there is never end
The problem is that if groups are not highly organized risk has shot up to fail. I should know, but apparently I fall often. We come to this club where there is the concert two hours after the start, exhausted, we pay even $ 10 to enter, and when we get others will smile and tell us that it is time to get away and go elsewhere, which this music can not do more, etc. ... etc. ... It seems that we go from here, but some will go to the `one of them falls down there is someone down there with the` short, everyone goes his own way `I take my way and I wander the neighborhood of the Castro looking for a coffee. But it is midnight, and café are open there are not many, to be precise only one, and the accuracy does not accept credit cards. Moral: no coffee for Tuka.
How Do You Celebrate Dia De Simon Bolivar
SF / SF
Contrary to the previous day, I decided to take matters in hand and make sure that everything runs smoothly. `Not everything will work, but most will go` well. Wake up at 8:30, shower for four people (time slot of 10 minutes), train at 9:47, BART from Millbrae to Dock, and the first chapel forget my debit card in the Atma (I will catch only two hours later). It is not my fault. My phone rings ten thousand times a day between Patrick and Kaoru who ask me where I am, even if they are 10 meters from them only
Luckily the day is wonderful: fresh, cheerful, and as the Bay very well ventilated. Hyperventilation. It starts at 12.15 with the ferry to Alcatraz, the prison prisons. Arrival in five minutes, the introduction of the rangers (and hour because "public park"), Audio-guided visit of 35 minutes (very interesting), ride around the island, buying souvenirs, rest, ferry to 2.45PM. It is the counter of the souvenir that I realize that my debit card there is more: after 10 minutes of yearning I can think of the error, call Bank of America, I am told that the paper is in the bank where I left. Which is better.
Come for lunch, we're late, I want to be the bank before 5 to get my card, we ran into that little hole seems nice but where the service is equal to zero. I'm nervous and others are slow to do anything. I eat on the fly (I forget to tell the waitress not to put the mustard in the sandwich so it is eaten half a crap), I get up, leave the money and make my way to the bank. Rags is with me. We arrived at 16:55 (no, to 4.55) to discover that the bank closes at 6 in the apple, then we calmed down. The type of bank I retrieve the paper, asking me if I have a Social Security Number, have and tells me that now if I can order the paper credit, open a savings account, make money in an instant, become the richest man in the world (this `Oh well maybe not) all in five minutes, but I have a great hurry, and I apologize, because my card only. Why if you annoyed the Americans are offended. Have a good day!
day superorganizzato
Contrary to the previous day, I decided to take matters in hand and make sure that everything runs smoothly. `Not everything will work, but most will go` well. Wake up at 8:30, shower for four people (time slot of 10 minutes), train at 9:47, BART from Millbrae to Dock, and the first chapel forget my debit card in the Atma (I will catch only two hours later). It is not my fault. My phone rings ten thousand times a day between Patrick and Kaoru who ask me where I am, even if they are 10 meters from them only
Alcatraz
Luckily the day is wonderful: fresh, cheerful, and as the Bay very well ventilated. Hyperventilation. It starts at 12.15 with the ferry to Alcatraz, the prison prisons. Arrival in five minutes, the introduction of the rangers (and hour because "public park"), Audio-guided visit of 35 minutes (very interesting), ride around the island, buying souvenirs, rest, ferry to 2.45PM. It is the counter of the souvenir that I realize that my debit card there is more: after 10 minutes of yearning I can think of the error, call Bank of America, I am told that the paper is in the bank where I left. Which is better.
Debit, credit, savings accounts, and many, many money
Come for lunch, we're late, I want to be the bank before 5 to get my card, we ran into that little hole seems nice but where the service is equal to zero. I'm nervous and others are slow to do anything. I eat on the fly (I forget to tell the waitress not to put the mustard in the sandwich so it is eaten half a crap), I get up, leave the money and make my way to the bank. Rags is with me. We arrived at 16:55 (no, to 4.55) to discover that the bank closes at 6 in the apple, then we calmed down. The type of bank I retrieve the paper, asking me if I have a Social Security Number, have and tells me that now if I can order the paper credit, open a savings account, make money in an instant, become the richest man in the world (this `Oh well maybe not) all in five minutes, but I have a great hurry, and I apologize, because my card only. Why if you annoyed the Americans are offended. Have a good day!
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