Compact

Show that if there exists a continuous function from the real line to the real line when k is a compact subset of the real line and the inverse of a function on k is not compact.

I stared at this question for nearly 30 - 40 minutes then suddenly came up for air. I went straight for a cigarette and tuned in on "VH1's Greatest 100 Songs of the 80's" ... so much more interesting than compactness of inverse functions. Salt n Pepa, Beastie Boys, Young MC, Prince, Tone Loc, Men at Work, Bruce, Bobby Brown, ... the list goes on. I began belting out songs as if I teleported to Zanmai on a Saturday night. Playing my air guitar, running around my apt, I eventually slipped, feel over and caught the edge of the table. Dizzy, strange flashbacks of my childhood came racing back ... spin the bottle, roger rabbit, running man, Cory Feldman, Corey Haim, "rad", commordore 64, McDonald's menu song, slap bracelets, parachute pants, Silver Spoons, Optimus Prime ... When I regrouped, I threw myself back onto the couch, looked down at the table ... compact sets! Where am I?

I'm not getting enough sleep. I've been drinking more and more coffee. I'm writing more and more emails at work ... which just means I'm receiving three times as many that I received the previous day. I'm missing deadlines. I'm becoming disorganized. Above all, Mike Tyson wants to fight women ... come on! Random, I know!

Two hours later, I finally wrote my proof. I read it over and over and over ... and each time I read it to myself, I felt slightly intellegent. There's a fine line between feeling smart and being smart ... I wasn't anywhere close. I only felt smart because I wrote something down and not because it's at all correct. Obviously, I should go to bed .... Happy Halloween!!

United

If you are at all interested about the events that took place last weekend, I encourage you to check out Brown's latest entry, "Love, Marriage, In-N-Out, and Dave Mirra." A great summary that highlights the sweeter moments of our extended weekend in SoCal.

As Brown mentioned, the number of cousins at the "reunion" was extreme ... Dave Mirra extreme. At one point I thought to myself, "Are all Filipinos related?" First cousins, second cousins, fifth cousin, everone was related one way or another. I wondered, "Could Dave Mirra be related in some strange connection?" other than Jeremy of course.

Personally, I loved San Diego. It was everything that I was told it would be. Sunny, beautiful and expensive. A Boulder friend of ours moved to San Diego two months ago. Her and bf landed a 1 bdrm, 1 bath 750 sf apt for $1300 half an hour outside the city. I guess that's the price for living near a small slice of beach paradise. Since I returned, I've been contemplating relocating there. The Rockies are great; no doubt about it. But I truly miss the ocean and beaches. I won't be making a decision anytime soon but after my visit to Scottsdale next month, I'll have a better idea of where I'll be headed next. Graduataion is coming up in May. Debating on throwing a bash ... looking back at last weekend's activities, it would be great to see everyone again in 07! I've been informed that my employer would love to see me relocate to Phoenix to take on a full time position (not that I'm working part time now) with them. Possibilities of staying in Boulder have developed at 29th. My head is all over the place thinking about the next year. Not a good time to be indecisive.

Lastly, a ginormous CONGRATS to Elaine and Jeremy. On a perfect day during a perfect weekend, a perfect couple had a perfect wedding. Salute!!!

Mylanta

I found out today that I'm 5 classes, not 4, from graduating next Spring. At first, I was a little upset ... but in the end, who cares ... what's another class! At this point, I don't really care. Mentally, I'm done with school. I'm tired of homework and assignments. I'm tired of having to be somewhere at a certain time. I'm tired of waking up when the alarm goes off. I'm tired of checking email. I'm tired of having to reply. I'm done!

So as I wait till graduation, I'll inject as much nicotine as I can into my body. Wait for the one powerball ticket that will make a difference. Eat as much country-fried steak as I want ... w/ mashers. And smoke myself into a coma ... waking up on a fluffy little cloud in my after life. Then shortly after I'll realize that rent is due, my bills are late ... and I'm still broke. I'll still have assignments, I'll be under paid and that damm alarm will still be ringing. Mylanta ... take me away!!!

Are You Sirius

Overall, my 29th bday was a success. Although I spent most of the day at work, my bday dinner at the Cork hit the spot. Good company, good food and great presents made the day. Brown hooked it up with Sirius Satellite radio .. and Uni1 followed up with a Sirius gift card. Hugo cologne from Choke, poker book from 20Red ... and to top it off ... filet oscar for a bday dinner. Thanks to all that were there ... and to those who sent me bday wishes.

This year ... 29 on Twenty Ninth Street ... Next year ... 30 in VEGAS!!!

Don't Work Here

At the laundry mat this morning, a older lady with a british accent asked me, "Do you stay open later on Sundays?" I replied, "I don't work here!"

Immediately, I thought to myself .... Does it look like I work here? Was there something that I was wearing that might have indicated that I worked at a laundry mat? Did she somehow know that I had extensive experience working at King Size Laundry in Kew Gardens?? How did she know? Was it because I'm asian? That's messed up!

I wasn't offended by the question but I know some people are. The assumption is what get's me. Instead of asking the question that implies that they work at the establishment, why not start with, "Do you work here?"

Thinking back on her question, I should of replied by coughing on her ... followed by phelgm spitting in her laundry! "I want to speak with the manager!" " I am the manager ... B!" I'm not a mean person ... I just have a cold!!!! Errrggg!!

Cough, Phlegm, Spit

I know how uninteresting it is to read about how sick someone is. But I'm sick ... and I need to let it out! Here goes ...

It began last Sunday when I was kicked in the teeth with a cold. Runny nose, clouldy head, coughing ... absolutely the pits. As the week went on, my symptoms got worse. But I managed to wake up every morning at 5:15, shower, and into the office by 6. I went to my classes, came back to work, got home by 6, warmed up chicken noodle soup, finished my homework and back to bed to rest for another miserable day with this damm cold. On Wed, things got worse. I became super nauseous and my balance was totally off. My manager was in town that morning. She took one look at me and sent me home. My first reaction was to continue working ... but 5 seconds later, I realized it was for the best. I went home, took lots of Tylonol Cold and slept for 15 hours. By Thursday, I was back in business. I was at about 90%. The coughing had subsided, my head was clearing up but the infamous phlegming continued to linger. Phlegm, spit, phlegm, spit. No matter how much I spit out or blew out of my nose, my body produced an infinite amount of this crap. I am a phlegm factory! On Friday, I noticed that my couterpart caught something as well. His voice was deteriorating, coughing, phlegming ... it was all my fault. I felt bad for getting him sick but in all reality there's not much I can do to prevent it ... it's in the air! After working yesterday, I was back down to 80%. The coughing returned, I felt a fever coming on ... and the phlegm ... jeeez! Didn't sleep so well last night and may of woke up with a slight fever. When will it end? Back in the day, I would have probably candy-flipped to cure my cold. But in my late 20's, candy-flipping is not a good idea ... right?