The Cause of My Identity Crisis

BETSY is a windows-based program that classifies text based on trained material. It was designed for automated essay scoring and can be applied to any text classification task. (Bayesian Essay Test Scoring sYstem)

Hurricane Betsy was a powerful hurricane of the 1965 Atlantic hurricane season which caused enormous damage in the Bahamas, Florida, and Louisiana. Betsy made its most intense landfall near the mouth of the Mississippi River, causing significant flooding of the waters of Lake Pontchartrain into New Orleans; at the time it was the costliest hurricane in the history of the United States, and, as the first hurricane to cause over a billion dollars in damages, earned the nickname "Billion-Dollar Betsy". -Wikipedia

In "The Betsy," released in 1978, the patriarch of a family-owned corporation hires a young race car driver to help him design a fuel efficient car in secrecy. They face resistance from the president of the company (the patriarch's grandson), who wishes to eliminate the motor car division because of bad blood between himself and his grandfather. During flashbacks, a parallel set of problems is revealed in the family's past, problems that persist into the present, and the race car driver gets deeper into the web of deception and corporate intrigue.

The aim of the BETSY project is to have multimedia streams on wireless hand-held devices seamlessly adapted to fluctuating network conditions and available terminal resources while reducing the energy consumption of the stream processing. This way the user can enjoy true multimedia experiences with freedom of movement in a networked home or at any hot-spot. To achieve this, we need to be able to make trade-offs between the use and consumption of network and terminal resources, such as bandwidth use, CPU consumption, memory needed and power consumption by the terminal, while guaranteeing end-to-end timeliness - required for streaming data. The results of the BETSY project will make this possible. The BETSY project has started September 1st 2004 and will last for 2 1/2 years. It is part of the IST FP6 program in the area of embedded systems.

The preceding is what comes of being very bored with a Google search engine. I invite you to type your first name into Google and see what you find. It is fun!

Lip-Synching is No Fun

Howdy! I was in my dorm today with headphones on while my roommate slept. She says I can sing while she sleeps, but it's "Wicked." Who can sing quietly with "Wicked"? So, I contented myself with lip-synching. Except that I wasn't contented. My heart yearns to sing loudly. But I did get to make the animated facial expressions, so that was fun. I think I scared my suitemate...
On a lighter note: my college experience seems to be getting better. Perhaps because my mother told me I can come home every other weekend, but still...
Today at Grandpa's was "the most amazing thing . . . really quite a thing . . . a-MAZ-ing!" I watched "Gone with the Wind" and "Singin' in the Rain." Musicals make my heart happy. I kind of wish I had watched more musicals instead of the 4 hours of GwtW, but I'd never watched it all in one sitting before. Ah well, it's not like I won't visit my grandpa again. Next time, I think it will be "Annie" or "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers." Which, by the way, is the best musical in all of creation. It's not "Singin' in the Rain," Sam! It was good, but not that good. (Sam doesn't even read this, but I needed to establish that.)
So, Seidel, I'll be seeing you. If there's a home game on the 28th, I'll come bother you at the scaffolding.

No Escuela Manana

No school tomorrow! Estoy muy emocionada!
It's really frustrating when you when you try to write in Spanish, but you can't do it in a grammatically correct manner.
Anyway... I get to go my grandpa's house and watch old movies all day. And work on both my stories, hopefully.
And, Mr. Seidel, you get to go to CP and teach math to awesome high schoolers, so we both get what we want.
We need a resurrection of all those dead blogs out there. Arielle's, Christa's, Sarah's, Emily's, Shane's. At least Ansen tries to keep up with his.
Seidel, you and I are the only ones left who rock. This is something we must face.
[upside-down exclamation point]Adios!

Drama Drama

So, I no longer get to run the lights for our play. Patrick's rehearsal for Confirmation is the night of the final dress rehearsal. I would have to miss one night, so I don't get to do it at all. Life is sad. Or, you could say God just didn't want me to be a part of this play. Small consolation.
So, Mr. Seidel, how are you? Blogging has become almost like email with us, no?

The Chasing Song

by Andrew Peterson

Now and then, these feet just take to wandering.
Now and then, I prop them up at home.
Sometimes I think about the consequences,
Sometimes I don't.

Well, I realize that falling down ain't graceful,
But I thank the Lord that falling's full of grace,
'Cause sometimes I take my eyes off Jesus,
And you know that's all it takes.

Well, I wish that I could say
That at the close of every day
I was happy with the way
That I'm behaving.

'Cause Job, he chased an answer,
The wisemen chased the child,
Jacob chased for fourteen years,
And he captured Rachel's smile.
Moses chased the Promised Land,
Joseph chased a dream.
David, he chased God's own heart,
All I ever seem to chase is me.

Well, they say a race can only have one winner,
Oh, and you know you've got to pull out front to win.
God knows the only time I'm winning
Is when I'm chasing Him.

So, I wish that I could say
That at the close of every day
I was happy with the way
That I'm behaving.

'Cause Samson chased a woman,
And he chased the Philistines.
I'm not quite sure what Jonah chased,
But I know he caught the sea.
Cain, he chased the harvest,
While Abel chased the beasts.
David, he chased God's own heart,
All I ever seem to chase is me.

Jesus chased the money men,
And He chased His Father's will.
He chased my sin to Calvary,
And He caught it on that hill.
And Saul, he chased the Christians,
'Till his blindness made him see.
David, he chased God's own heart,
All I ever seem to chase is me.

Home again, home again!

I get to come home this weekend! This is good, because, last night, I had a minor emotional breakdown. Please, pray for me!

New Template!

I found a pink template! It's so much more Betsy than the green dots. That's all. I was just excited about the change. Adios.

I Love Lucy!

That's what I'm watching while I post this. I'm waiting for lunch, then I get to do my laundry, then we have a football game. And, yes, I said "get" to do my laundry. I love doing laundry. Strange? Maybe so. But I love it. My aunt and uncle have a cat that sleeps on my lap while I do homework. It gives me happy.

There's No Place Like Home

So, I got to go home this weekend. I got lots of hugs from people I missed. It saddened me to return to the world of few hugs... Mr. Seidel (I ask you b/c you're the only one who reads this anymore), why don't I like college the way everyone else does? Why are these not shaping out to be the best years of my life? Everyone else I talked to said they were having a blast. It makes me sound very depressing, not at all like my usually optimistic self.