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New York, New York. The greatest city on earth...lah. We walk here walk there, walk everywhere. This photo show the city from the New Jersey side. A dense fog is covering the midtown area. Very thick, very mystery one.





No, this isn't a tribal dance. No, this isn't us burning the house. It is us saying goodbye to a dear friend. Parting is never easy. Which is why we do it with some partying. Parko Cho-O was held at Hessel Park, 6pm. BBQ, good food, good company. At first, the weather forecast threatened to thunderstorm, but, I quote someone, "60% chance for thunderstorm means, 40% chance". It all turned out well. People gathering wood, people burning marshmellows. Everyone just being plain crazy. We wish you all safe journey, and a better road ahead.
There's a reason for him grabbing you...its because it is the end. The final five...the return of Starbuck...the silly music...Earth!
Walking along the Beckman Quad, it was a breezy Spring evening. When something caught my eye on the right. Two geese. Flying in tandem, barking! They swooped past behind and landed on the roof of the computer science building. Tension ruffled in the air. What would they do next?
We repeated the same experiment as in the culture and aging adaptation fMRI study. Only this time, we were recording subject eye-movements. We know that there were already cultural differences in old adults in terms of brain activity. Specifically, old East Asian adults did not engage the object processing regions to the same degree as Old Westerners. But how do we really know for sure that this was related to visual processing and not some other form of cognitive operations at work. A way to understand this better was to use eye-tracking. Which is what mainly motivated this study. In parallel, this eye-tracking version of the paradigm allowed to examine three main questions:
It is 77 Fahrenheit. It is hot. It is sunny. It is Spring. You haven't seen the sun in months at this intensity. Your tongue is dry. Your throat is dry. You are driving. Where do you go? What do you do about your life problems?
Ahhh, the smell of pancakes, coffee, omelettes, and bacon in the morning. And to have it in an old fashion place that seems to have some sense of history soaked into its seats. This is a winner here in terms of identity and character. Home-grown, no franchise, Champaign-Urbana place to eat. Breakfasts are great. I had the steak and omelette, there's other great stuff of course!
Standard Texas steak dinner here. They throw their peanut shells on the floor. Quite a busy place, very popular. Food is not bad. Not gourmet, but think of it as upper-class comfort meat food place. What was fun though, was the peanut shells and the noisy crowd. And they celebrate birthdays there by making the birthday person sit on a horse saddle, and yell out their name, and shout "Yee Ha!" They also do this quirky looking dance. Oh, and although they are Texas Roadhouse, they originated in Indiana. Check out the movie here [movie].

It happened again! This is the second time I have witness a truck crashing into the train bridge across Springfield Ave. The first time was when we were walking along Springfield on the way home. And then, BAM! This truck's container hits the bridge because it was to low. That truck ended up stuck underneath because it was going fast enough so that the momentum got it through a little under the bridge. But then it was unable to move forward or backward anymore.