My life in boxes

Ok, not really, but rhetorically that sounds pretty cool… it’s like a metaphor or something.

But what I mean is that our house is, as I type, being packed by movers into boxes. A lot of boxes. So if I suddenly have the urge to look something up in The Hero with a Thousand Faces, I couldn’t. The emptiness of the house and the stacks of boxes everywhere make the place look quite strange.

Here’s one of things we had to do in one of my classes called “Computer Vision” … we had to take an image like this:

… and find its outline, like this:

Don’t you wish you could do that? Jealous? The class is one of the more interesting I’ve had, though I still can’t say I enjoy homework with deadlines… but I finally understand hue, saturation, and intensity!