About Me

21. Physics student. Israel|Thailand. Known for my love of cereal. And colours. Preferably colourful cereal.
SLYTHERCLAW

I love how people treat soldiers.

Today I was carrying a huge bag (somehow, most of my stories start like that) on uniform. I was late to a meet up with friends, and I saw my bus coming.

So I sprinted for it. The driver didn’t see me, and I missed it. However, the driver in the bus right behind did see me, stopped for me and told me to hop on and hurry, even though I said it was the other bus I needed. So I did.

He told the other driver that they’re both going to stop in the closest station (which doesn’t have anything to do with either line) so that I change buses. And so it was.

Made my (already amazing) day :)

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

Aaron Freeman

Today I ate 3 and a half pieces of toasted bread and 2 handfuls of cereal.

Yesterday I ate 2 pieces of chicken breast, a pita with hummus and a handful of cereal.

I’m vaguely hungry but everything I eat either comes up or out the other end way too quickly for my body to absorb anything useful out of it, I shit you not (har har I really just had to…)

This has been going on for two days with notable improvement between yesterday and today. If it doesn’t go away by tomorrow, the doctor’s it is.

Also I learnt that Advil does nothing for my stomach ache.

Yesterday I woke up rather ill, and that was after the 4th night in a row that L slept over.

She was amazing. She made me tea and brought me food and water and medicine and tidied up around the place as it was a bit messy, and made sure I rest and not get up at all.

If it wasn’t for her all that would have taken me hours and lots of pain to do.

It’s always the small things :)

I was going to do some sorting out of my stuff and then there was poem.

‫כך לאט לאט,‬
‫נעשה סדר בדברים‬
‫נזרוק חולצה‬
‫נעיף מכנס‬
‫פה עוד אפשר לתפור ת’כפתור‬
‫נקמט איזה דף‬

‫שי‬כנס לפח, שלא יתפוס מקום.. 
מספר טלפון, שכחתי של מי,
אולי של המזכירה מהמשרד
או סתם של חברה ישנה
קשקוש שהפך לציור מושקע
וסיכום של הרצאה שנרדמתי בחציה.

כך לאט לאט
נעשה סדר בדברים
נביט בז’קט הבלוי בערגה
האם לזרוק, או שישרוד עוד מכונה?
נכניס הכל לקופסאת קרטון
נסגור טוב טוב ונאטום
וכך נשכח את מה שהיה, 
העיקר שאפשר להגיד שזה ממש פה

בתוך הקופסא.

Never Go To Thailand by Brian Camusat

This gives me home feels.

(Source: vimeo.com)

Cool! What does it supposed to do?

It’s an optical system supposed to test the acousto-optic effect, which is the effect where a standing wave (in red):

is created in a seethrough medium (in our case water) so it acts like a diffraction grating and creates, well, diffraction patterns:

Source for pics: wikipedia.

LOOKS AT MY EXPERIMENTAL SYSMTEM
MY EXPERIMENTAL SYSTEM IS AMAZING
GIVE IT A LICK NOW
HMM TASTES JUST LIKE LASERS

Don’t try at home #3

Use dish-soap to wash the floor.

Update: my trusty informers say they use dish soap to clean everything in the army (floors, dishes, hands, windows, as shampoo…) and apparently I just poured in way too much of it.

I GET THE MOST AMAZING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS THANK YOU OR

I GET THE MOST AMAZING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS THANK YOU OR

Do you know how sometimes you eat rice

And then one single rice particle gets stuck at the roof of your mouth aka the part where it connects to your nose and then one day later out of the blue you breathe and suddenly you have a piece of rice out of nowhere?

Yesterday I was told by my SO that someone I considered a “good friend” tried to kiss her (this was while we were broken up for a week, BUT STILL we were talking and the whole situation was very tense) JFALDJFAK.FA. SHE COULD HAVE AT LEAST ASKED I WOULD HAVE EVEN SAID YES WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO BROS BEFORE HOES

And this was after I made myself feel very bad about suspecting she would ever do such a thing.

I very calmly removed her from my life. I have plenty of friends, I’m not going to miss just the one. I’m actually very proud about how calmly I handled it all.


THE SCARF OF SEXUAL PREFERENCE