Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Jane Eyre

Because who doesn't love some stormy potentially haunted and dark romance? 
Jane in School.

St. John is a lame-o.

Friday, April 17, 2015

The Logic Puzzle that Stopped the World - Cheryl's Stupid Birthday

Over at LSAC (law school administration council) I imagine there is great rejoicing at the sudden popularity of the "Cheryl's Birthday" logic game. "Great rejoicing" in this case being defined as "a wan individual smiles slightly while polishing his horn rimmed glasses". Yes. He tells himself. I knew it. I knew that the world loved logic games. They just needed some random test from Singapore to show it to them. No matter that we have been producing beautiful logic games for people to become over enthusiastic about since microwave ovens were new technology, but no, let's try not to be bitter about that for now. They have finally come to us. Maybe we can refill our dwindling number of LSAT test takers with logic enthusiasts - oh wait you're only supposed to take it if you want to get into law school...ah well I suppose that could be changed.

The Puzzle - Cheryl's Stupid Birthday

If for some reason you have been living without reddit like a simpleton here is the logic puzzle: It's fun.

Albert and Bernard have just become friends with Cheryl, and they want to know when her birthday is. Cheryl gives them a list of 10 possible dates.

May 15,  May 16, May 19
June 17, June 18
July 14, July 16
August 14, Aug. 15, Aug. 17

Cheryl then tells Albert and Bernard separately the month and the day of her birthday respectively. (Yes this sentence is terrible- I copied it precisely)

Albert: I don't know when Cheryl's birthday is but I know that Bernard does not know too.
Bernard: At first I don't know when Cheryl's birthday is but I know now.
Albert: Then I also know when Cheryl's birthday is.

When is Cheryl's birthday?

The Literary and Social Analysis

Additional important observations and the only reason I am writing out this post here - because I could just give you a link to it but I want to provide commentary.

1. I think of Albert, Bernard and Cheryl as elementary school hipsters.

Albert, Bernard and Cheryl- three little punks


 They have old people names bestowed upon them by parents who read many books on sustainable living.  Cheryl is the kind of person who a. refuses tyrannically to tell her friends when their birthday is and then b. pits them against each other.
2. Contrary to what many news sources (including a cartoon from the New Yorker) have asserted it is clear that Cheryl is not the only jerk. Instead of Albert saying, "Hey Cheryl told me that it was ____ (month). If you tell me the day then we can put our information together to fight the vindictiveness of our new friend." instead he says, "I don't know but at least you don't know either! HA HA." Albert and Bernard are also jerks.
3. Math is not logic. This is not a math or maths (thanks brits) problem. Like other sciences, mathematics employs the use of logic to speak about quantity both discrete and continuous. [exeunt classical education]


Hints and the Answer (blah blah)

Recently a facebook friend wrote that her daughter said that something was, "easy peasy lemon squeezy" to which her son replied that actually it was, "difficult difficult lemon difficult"

If you are finding this logic problem "difficult difficult lemon difficult" here are some hints. 

 Hint 1. Just to be clear: Cheryl tells Albert the month that her birthday is in. Cheryl tells Bernard the day that her birthday is on. That sentence is really dumb so I just wanted to clear that up. Mostly what we will do is eliminate possible birthdays based on Albert and Bernard's snotty conversation. 

Hint 2: Albert knows that Bernard does not know when Cheryl's birthday is. Therefore Albert is telling us that Bernard must have been given a date that is repeated. This is how he knows that Bernard does not know. If Bernard was given the date 19th or 18th (both not repeated) he would know immediately what month Cheryl's birthday was in. Albert's bragging that Bernard does not know is effectively telling us that Cheryl's birthday is not in May or June.

Hint 3: Bernard says: Ha! Now I know. Loser pants. 
This tells us that both July 14th and August 14th are out. If Bernard had been given the 14th by Cheryl Albert's elimination of May and June would not have helped him. But since he knows it cannot be these two days

Hint 3: behold! we are left with : July 16 , August 15, and August 17. 
Albert says: I know now too - booger face.
Therefore Albert must have been given the month of July. If he had been given August he still would not know when Cheryl's birthday is because there are two dates left in August. 
The answer is July 16th. 


Monday, April 13, 2015

Not getting stuff done and the Facebook refresh button


This is the unsung and not epic story of my regular weekends. I should really make one for imgur as well since I spend even more time on that.  
(imgur: noun def. time eating vacuum of a website). Ex: I spent the last forty days and nights on imgur.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Easter Egg Hunts

Pshaw.
Youths these days.
All the Easter egg hunts I have seen recently looked something like this:

The eggs aren't even slightly hidden at all they are just poured out all over the grass like someone hid them by pouring thousands of them into an automatic pitching machine. The kids gather around the field of corn-syrupy dream in hordes and as soon as they start there is an elbows out lord of the flies free for all. What is the world coming to?
If I was hiding the eggs at least some of them would be hard to find, like you know behind something even.
Exhibit A: I would tie an Easter egg to the leg of a menacing looking falcon. Challenges build character.
PS and also: Jelly beans are gross. I know that some of you out there like jelly beans...whatever you're wrong. Of Jelly beans (all gross) the grossest are Brach's.


That's right typewriter not computer, typewriter. Next year introducing: lavender colored bellybutton lint flavored jelly beans! Thanks Brach's!
*someone recently brought a bag of brach's jelly beans to a game night and it was indeed confirmed that "toothpaste" and "all spice" were actually what they tasted like. Someone said, "if you help the mission succeed then you can eat a jelly bean...wait no...if you fail the mission then you have to eat a jelly bean"... the off brand cleaning product taste that every villain deserves.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Waxing Poetical

(poetical is funnier than poetic and you know it)
In Which: I am momentarily inspired to attempt vaguely serious art.
I recently read the Graphic Cannon series (check it out) which contains illustrated excerpts from famous illustrated literary works. As with all interpretations of art, I love some of them and disagree vehemently with others but since it's possibly more fun to dislike something than like it (and certainly more fun to dislike something than feel apathetic about it) big fans of art and literature should totally check these out.
As a result of reading some of these my drawing this week is waxing poetical and I'm afraid you will have to bear with - reading this book in combination with a recent interest Byron (Poetry's James Dean? Calliope's bad boy?) resulted in this overambitious doodle.



Alright so my typography is struggling a bit there and I broke off the lines in the wrong spots because I just cant make the words any smaller with my paint brush- just for you hardcore lyricists I will put the whole thing up:

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light         5
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
  
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,  10
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
  
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,  15
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

The Ides of March

The ides of march hit me particularly hard this year. I am not a fan.


My car got stolen. I got it back and instantly became horrifically ill.


This is the cycle I go through every time I get sick:
1. I think I'm coming down with something
2. I think that I can fend it off with vitamin C, tea, and workouts that I should not be doing.
3. I think I'm dying. I think sadly of all of the nothing that I will never do. I text Meghan to remind her to throw me a wake once I am dead and that under no circumstances should my funeral be open-casket. I regret that I have never done any magic.
4. I think that I will probably never be well again and spend the rest of my life breathing wheezily, wearing an eye patch and being accompanied by a three legged dog. Though I no longer believe that I will die, I am now convinced that I will spend the rest of my life in a slightly ill state.