New Direction

I originally made this blog in an attempt to branch two things I like to do sans TV. The first is search the internet for various somewhat useful pieces of information, and post them here. But as with many things, making it into a job makes it unbearably dull, so I decided to try something else.
So heres something else.
One of my Achilles' heels is my writing- in particular my editorial or philosophical writing. I have many ideas, which I'd like to get on paper, the only problem is they never seem to quite come out exactly right. I figure if I put some time into it, every week, and write something in a style that can convey what I think simply and smoothly, then it is time well spent, and just might help my writing elsewhere. Hence the blog.
Probably one of the most dramatic impacts on my style was Vergil's Aeneid, and as a result the way I write hovers in between Hawthorne and pretty much every other 19th century Victorian writer on the face of the earth. For instance, I am hoping this came out somewhat comprehensible, but it is an active urge of mine right now to start falling into ablative absolutes, relative clauses, perfect passive participles, etc. I'm trying really hard to keep this simple. It's a work in progress.
Some stuff about me.
I am a student at University of Georgia who is currently majoring in Physics (more on this later), and possibly Philosophy and Art as well. I know moderate amounts of Latin and English.
Before we really get started, I just want to lay this plain: I am not a physics person.
I guess the best way to describe what I do or the way I think is Brownian Motion. If, given the option of going from idea A to idea B along any possible route, the most likely method in which I will travel is a series of unrelated, random trajectories that might or might not sum to equal Idea B. Regardless, its more fun getting there than it is being there.
I like to apply completely unrelated things to each other, and enjoy seeking the other reason for an event than the obvious reason. I've applied Martial's Epigrams to the Second Amendment, Vergil's Aeneid to William Gibson's Neuromancer and Oscar Wilde's Portrait of Dorian Grey, and Berkeley's refutation of primary qualities to perspective drawing. I can't stand specialists, because there is nothing more basically awkward than someone who knows damn sure what material the window is made of, but nothing about what he can see through it.
When I was young the teachers and parents told me (and my peers) that I could be anything I wanted as long as I applied myself to it. Somewhere along the line, I guess, they sat everyone else down but me and basically told them that, yes, they COULD be anything they wanted, but they were going to have to choose one thing and stick with it. I decided quite a while ago that Anything could mean everything, and have made that my life goal ever since.
Back to the prelude: I am not a physics person. Physics people are specialists. They are Astrophysicists, or Condensed Matter Physicists, or whatever. They might play bowling quite well in their free time, or be excellent viola performers, but at the end of the day that's what they are. Physics People.
I am not that person.