Last night went considerably better than the night before. Aubrey has calmed to his environment, and now only growls when any of the other cats get too close. I slept well last night. Hooray.
I read, courtesy of the Google BLOG, about google starting to integrate public transit navigation/planning into Google Maps. As the public transit here in Pittsburgh has a website, and given that that website is helpful but confusing, I dropped them a note suggesting they, as the FAQ suggests, work with Google Transit to put Pittsburgh-area stuff online. I was pleased to find, when I got their response, that they're already working with Google on it -- it will be very cool to have that working here.
In other cat news, my cat Beefalo "Couchkiller" Brocciflower (for her clawing on several couches over many years until they are destroyed or at least very ugly with their fluff coming out) has finally discovered the scratchpost. I believe this is because (Martha's cat) Aubrey likes to sit on the couch and growls when Beeflet gets near. Beefy seems to be pretty enthused about the scratchpost now that she's figured it out, so I'm hoping this means she'll stop destroying things.
Last night in one of my dreams, I noticed what I now recognise as a theme -- I was having a good time, walking around and doing dream things, and suddenly I noticed on a stairwell a very young child, probably about two years old, moving under the guardrails and trying to lower themself beneath to what they would think is solid ground. With feelings of dread and horror, I go save the kid from certain suicide, constantly worried they'll slip from my loose grasp as I move them back to safety. I've had this dream element many times before, sometimes saving the kid, sometimes not -- this time I forced myself to wake up after the rescue (strange logic going on there) and jotted it down. I think that this has made me slightly neurotic about the kinds of stairs we have in some CMU buildings.
(continued after lunch)I listened to the Beatles song, "Ob La Di", on the way to lunch today, and noticed two things -- first, the song could keep its theme if parts were regularly chopped out of it. The refrain, for example, is arranged as follows:
Ob la di, ob la da, life goes on, brah
la la how their life goes on
An interesting place to imagine chopping is the "on, brah", which definitely messes up the lyrics, but also gives the song an interesting lopsided feel. If you listen to it, analogous places to chop the rest of the song to complete the pattern become obvious. The second observation is that some of the way the song voices (meant in the instrument sense, not the singing sense) fit together is only obvious when the song is played much more rapidly (say, 1.5 times the normal speed). I'm not sure if this is because of the tempo or because the voice becomes less distracting because it is less voicelike at that speed.
I easily get frustrated when people use power politics to justify colonialism. Sigh.
In more Google news, Google is opening a Pittsburgh branch, probably to make more efficient the recruitment of CMUfolk. Unlike virtually any other job outside of CMU, and much to my surprise, I'm actually tempted to apply. I'm not sure if it being run by my former boss in Robotics would be a plus or a minus, either for how things would work out or if I could get hired, but it would presumably be a gateway to Google jobs overseas. CMU is, for its staff and faculty, much like a family, and I'm not sure I'd want to leave that either. It's an interesting opportunity though.