Wednesday, February 04, 2004
laid down by Brian, I too will post my homework. Mine, however, is for 20th Century Fiction, an essay about my name.
The Essentials of Cody-ism
When one hears the name “Cody,” many different emotions may be elicited. History buffs may think of Buffalo Bill Cody, and how he thundered across the Great American Desert on the back of his horse, wooing the women and wowing the men. Some people may think of the town in northern Wyoming, cattle and sheep ranches sprawling across vast acreages of land, covering beautiful vistas. Neither of these are what come to mind when those close to me hear the name “Cody.”
I am a comedian by nature, a practical joker. Many people, in passing, may think my jokes mean or cruel intentioned. This, however, is not the case. My jokes, like the pastries one gets at the small, corner bakeries in New York, have that little flaky crust on the outside that has been dusted with flour. The first instant there is the bitter taste, the kind that makes you wonder why you took a bite in the first place. As the moment passes, there is left a wonderfully sweet sensation, spreading from the mouth down and encompassing the entire body, expressing such a sense of friendship and platonic love that you know that you will never go anywhere else.
To me, “Cody” is my identity, it is who I am; more than just a name, “Cody” is the center of my character and how I react to bad situations with a positive outlook. “Cody” reminds me that I am both unique and special, and ordinary and typical. I am an individual, with my own ideas, creations, and desires. I am also part of a group, humanity, in which all of us suffer the same disappointments, heartaches and illnesses. Most of all, “Cody” reminds me that I am loved. It signifies my family and friends, those who know my secrets and love me still. “Cody” is the bond that I share with them. It is more than just a name, more than a word put to denote another face; “Cody” is me.
P.S. Please keep your comments to yourselves, namely the bad ones.
Posted at 10:52:42 pm by Cody
Monday, February 02, 2004
Ok, so even though I've been super pathetic these past few weeks in updating my blog, I'm going to make it a point from now on to at least say something, no matter how short, every few days.
I'm a retard, it's midnight, and I'm still up, procrastinating doing the homework for Biomechanics which is at 8:00 tomorrow morning.
Posted at 11:58:35 pm by Cody
Saturday, January 24, 2004
I give up, the T:Drive is never coming back. So now I'm leaving.
Posted at 12:56:56 pm by Cody
For those of you in the Engineering community, ENS is an acronym that you know well. It is quite a pain in the butt, really. The "Engineering Network Services," as they call themselves, must make it a point to inflict the most damage and the most pain at the most innopportune moment in our lives. As I sit here in Lockheed today, trying to work on senior design, trying my best to assemble the whole of our project, I cannot access the T:Drive, that most essential of storage places where my work just happens to be saved. Furthermore, this is not an isolated event, oh no. The "ENS" as we will call them, does this to us poor engineers many times a semester. I don't know their reason, because I know they give some, lame excuses of which nobody understands the meaning. I think they are just out to get me.
Oh, and for those of you who don't know yet, I am no longer working on the FSAE racecar, thank goodness. Currently I am exploring the intriguing realm of Thermoformers. What is a "thermoformer" you ask? Well save it for later, I'm telling a story. Anyway, I was sitting in senior design on Tuesday, and my advisor came up to me and said,
"Cody, did you get an email from the management team?" I shook my head. "Well, you're on the thermoformer team now."
What does that mean?
So I guess that my group members (read: the women) complained that I and the other guy on the team didn't do anything, so we got moved, transferred, if you will. Now I'm working with a bunch of guys (and one girl) that I haven't met before....it's awesome. They are the coolest bunch of people I've ever worked with. They don't get mad, they don't complain, they don't whine, and they make fun of each other constantly. They also hate the two girls that were on my FSAE-DE team. Even better: they appreciate me. It's a wonderful feeling to be appreciated, and now that I have it, I realize how little respect my other group gave me.
For this new group, I've been doing some Pro/E work. They have given me a little stuff to do, and I've done it. The other day, one of the guys leaned over to me after the girl left, and said that I have done as much work and helped as much in my 3 hours with the group as she had all semester. That made me feel really good.
Oh yes, and the sweetest part of being transferred: Thursday that old whiny nag from the FSAE-DE team emailed me. She wanted any information I had regarding our project....HA!! I looked over at my new group, and said, "Hey, now look who needs help." They all had a great big laugh once they read the email.
I was really quite tempted to respond to her saying, "What, you need help? From me? I didn't do anything last semester. Isn't that what you told Fitzy? I don't know anything. *in fake polite voice, emulating Kevin Spacey in American Beauty at the drive through* I'm sorry."
Now that's poetic justice.
Posted at 11:44:30 am by Cody
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
in all seriousness to those of you who say that i dont update my blog your mostly right
new project for the post see how it works out write using the wrong forms of your and youre and there their and theyre while performing ee cummings infamous writing style if you can make any sense out of this when i am finished i will not have done my job as a copycat and a fake
speaking of writing my 20th century fiction class seems like its going to be rather interesting except for the fact that all english majors try to make up these deep and philosophical meanings to a page and a half of words i might actually like it they try to be deep by making up the weirdest analogies and reasonings for the authors work they try to use there warped senses of perception to invent a tragic and melodramatic meaning behind this literary piece
and another thing since when did fiction become edible and this is a direct quote from my professor this literature is delicious i dunno what they're problem is but english majors are the strangest people on earth and even they make fun of art majors it was great
Posted at 1:39:33 am by Cody
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Good Afternoon Mr. Taylor
As somebody so aptly reminded me, just a few short days ago (yesterday), I am in serious need of a blog update. However, despite that, I don't feel bad about leaving you in the dark as to my activities over this Christmas break because I don't have access to a computer except for at my Grandmother's house....a less than perfect place to compose the quality of blog that you, my readers, have come to expect, nay, demand.
Christmas and New Year's went really well. I had plenty of fun. My brother, Daniel, came home from Texas the Sunday after Christmas, and for that I am quite grateful. I hadn't seen him in a long time, and now he's home to stay. It's been great having him back and getting to do stuff with the three of us again. He got me 26 issues of Rolling Stone for Christmas, cool. This semester my scholastic goals are becoming redefined, out of necessity some might say, but don't listen to them. First of all, I'm going to try to take a second language, Spanish, since I already know it. I'm also going to try to learn more German and Russian, enough for simple sentences at the very least.
Also, I must inform all of you, in case you don't know, that Jeremy and Lauren went to Malibu to stay with Aunt Sandie. Please, feel free to ridicule them to your heart's content. Especially since it has been proven through a Proctor and Gamble study that switching between warm climates and cold ones in a short period of time, say 18 hours, dramatically increases the occurence of rheumatoid arthritis. With that, I will leave you to another day of this most wunderbar break.
Posted at 10:13:50 am by Cody
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
As of 9:30 PM tonight, Cody was officially finished with school for the semester. Good luck to the rest of you.
Posted at 9:45:30 pm by Cody
Monday, December 15, 2003
Ok, for those of you who actually read what I write, here is a little tidbit of valuable information: the Secret Santa thing will be here at our house, Friday night, at 9:00 or 10:00 PM, or whenever Joey and Tom get home from work. This will be accompanied by a White Elephant gift exchange. If you don't know what this is, let me explain. Bring something that is lying around your room, something weird, something old, perhaps even broken. For example: an old keyboard. For example: a functional Nintendo, complete with games. For example: a keychain. Anything, but don't make it lame like an unopened bar of soap, that's not cool.
Posted at 9:14:59 pm by Cody
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Lockheed Martin Design Studio
To some of you out there, the name "Lockheed" may be a comforting sound. You may hear "Lockheed" and think of airplanes, and flying, and the beautiful vistas as you soar over the tops of clouds. You may hear "Lockheed" and think of our nation's security and that Lockheed Martin is one of our goverment's defense contractors.
Alternatively, you may be an engineer, and when you hear "Lockheed" you think of a huge room filled with the intimidating humming sound emanating from the fans of a hundred high-power computers, each running some sort of satanic CAD software; it is this which I would like to briefly touch on today. Anything more than this brief glance would convert us all into quivering blobs of CMGB.
Lockheed....the name sounds harmless enough. Why is it so bad, you ask? Think about this: your first semester at college. Your freshman seminar is taught by the most arrogant man on the face of the earth, and he admits it, in fact, he's the one to tell you. He also acts as if all of the foibles of humankind are concentrated and manifested in you. After a semester of this, some seeps into your previously impeccable character. You begin to become a little bit arrogant yourself. Second semester, you find yourself taking two classes taught by this "transcendent individual." You are thoroughly contaminated by the end of your freshman year, well on your way to becoming the epitomy of all that is wrong with this world.
Then it happens: you meet Satan himself. He is an elderly man, thin, with wispy grey hair and a large bald spot. He wears not a flaming red suit with horns and a nasty barbed tail, but is dressed rather well. He carries not a wicked-looking trident, out of which come the screams of the tormented souls of Hell, but a normal textbook with a picture of a hot air balloon on the cover and "Thermodynamics" printed across the top. He could quite easily be mistaken for an upstanding member of society.
You step into class one morning, Clark A201, and there is this nice old man standing at the podium. He tells the class good morning and proceeds to turn on his projector for the lecture to follow. It is at this point that you begin to feel a little tug somewhere deep inside. You don't think anything of it, it's probably just the rush of adrenaline that comes with a new class, new professor. The tug gets stronger. It's coming from somewhere above your stomach, deep within your chest. You check your pulse: normal. The pulling increases with each word the professor speaks, until it reaches beyond anything you've ever felt before. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, you look up from your notes and see the professor, his hands on the sides of his podium, leaning forward, sweeping his gaze over the entire classroom of 200+ people, with an unnatural grin lighting up his deathly pale countenance. A collective gasp sounds from everyone in the room simultaneously. A flash of something crossed his face, you can't tell quite what. At this very moment, you feel a wrenching in your chest, a deep seated pull and a tearing sensation accompanied by a misty substance floating from your chest towards the professor's outstretched hands. Too late, you realise what you've just lost: your soul.
To be continued....
Posted at 1:37:47 pm by Cody
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
As I sit here, doing nothing for the Civil Engineers, I reflect on the things I could be doing. For one, I could be working on my tech paper for senior design, not that I would get anywhere or get anything done, but I could be trying and getting frustrated. I could also be listening to music, of which I am, in fact, currently in the process. So, as I relay my endless hours of non-efficiency to you, my faithful friend and reader, I am contemplating my course of action if J does actually pull off his goal of beating my 23 consecutive-hours-on-campus record. I think I've got it figured out; if he beats me this evening/tomorrow, then I will simply have to stay on campus in Lockheed all night Thursday night until Friday at about 5:00 PM. That should teach him to mess with the least-needer-of-sleep ever. Back to my diligent nothing-doing.
Posted at 2:18:17 pm by Cody