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Bangs bangs: sounds like a fringe issue
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Low Bun with Bangs

The earrings? Maybe not. But J-Garner nearly has the hair I'm going for. Not really. But kind of.

Today I bring to you a dramatic reading from Army Regulation 670 – 1, The Wear and Appearance of Army Uniforms and Insignia.

Ahem.

  1. Females will ensure their hair is neatly groomed, that the length and bulk of the hair are not excessive, and that the hair does not present a ragged, unkempt, or extreme appearance.
  2. Hair will not fall over the eyebrows or extend below the bottom edge of the collar at any time during normal activity or when standing in formation.
  3. When headgear is worn, the hair will not extend below the bottom edge of the front of the headgear, nor will it extend below the bottom edge of the collar.

Once upon a time, I came to Princeton with Bangs. I loved Bangs but Bangs didn’t seem to get along well with my necessary friend, Bobby the Pin. Bobby could be a bit weak at times–a bit of a flake if you know what I mean. Sometimes he would just leave Bangs hanging. At that point Bangs was tired of the hassle and uncertainty and decided to grow out of that relationship, rejoining the rest of my hair.

Bobby Pin

Bobby, you're annoying.

But I missed my Bangs, and I think my Bangs missed me. A few weeks ago I took a leap (well, the hair stylist did) and I welcomed Bangs back into my life.

This time around, things will be different. I’ve done my reading and realized I don’t have to have Bobby on speed dial anymore. As long as I keep Bangs lookin’ clean and above my eyebrows, there is no reason why Bangs can’t chill naturally without fearing ol’ Bobby coming around. I just have to sweep Bangs away up under my headgear when headgear is necessary. A little under-cover excitement, if you will.

It ain’t all rainbows: the problem of spectrum scarcity
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Disclaimer: This post contains language that may be unsuitable for cool people that have lives. It is rated “T” for tough to slog through.

Allergens: Excerpts from a Princeton term paper, nuts.

In the past year, increasingly extreme language has emerged from Washington, though not from the usual sources. In a briefing for the Secretary of Defense, the Defense Business Board warned of an “impending crisis.”[1] The Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) recently forecasted the “coming spectrum crunch.”[2] Unfortunately, these are not exaggerations. Uncertain, even frightening, best describes the future of the wireless broadband environment in the United States.

Don't need to surf to know those are some serious waves

To be clear—the “mobile broadband” that this paper speaks of refers to the low end of the radio wave spectrum, the “sweet-spot” range of frequencies under 3 or 4 GHz. These waves can penetrate buildings and other solid objects and can cover the kinds of distances that make them extremely valuable for exploitation by a wide variety of technologies.[3] Radar, broadcasting systems and garage door openers are just a few examples of technologies that operate in this range.

Want to know more? Of course you do.

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Hooah haiku
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The haiku format might just be the most under-utilized organizational tool in the US Army. Don’t worry, I’m here to rectify this. Do you enjoy learning about the big Tiger Battalion events of the semester? Of course! Do you start to get anxious when reading more than 17 syllables at a time? It’s true, I’ve got goosebumps already!

Look no further than

“Cadence” and keep checking back–

I will keep adding!

Vol. 1: Ranger Challenge

Ranger Challenge 2010

The 2010 Princeton ROTC Ranger Challenge team (minus my own injured self) finishes the last event, the 10k ruck march, on Sunday, October 24. We placed third in our division and ninth overall. It's kind of a big deal.

Ten cadets trained hard

For new events and old ones;

Weekend at Camp Smith.

With the one-rope-bridge,

We burned our time preparing–

Damn you, Switzerland!*

Computer gaming:

Simulated insurgents,

Real domination.**

MOUT: rock back, rock forth,

Zoom inside, bang-bang, (all up!),

“Ivan” has seen better.***

It wouldn’t really be poetry if you knew what was going on. Here are some helpful notes:

*In this event, the objective is to set up a taut line between two trees and get everyone across as quickly as possible. We lost a lot of time untangling the rope and tying our own harnesses in the beginning, unaware that this was included in the timed section. The rest was very fast, just as practiced.

**EST uses real weapons that have been modified with lasers and a video projection to simulate a combat scenario. We were graded on leadership and organization as well as our marksmanship; it ended up being one of our best events.

***Room-clearing. An “Ivan” is a cardboard cut-out and a sworn enemy.

Vol. 2: Fall Field Training Exercises

The rope-climb, an infamous task at the Ft. Dix obstacle course, which was completed by each of the six squads that participated in the Batallion FTX. The weekend, besides offering a more practical and intensive learning experience than weekly labs, also allowed cadets from Rowan University to become more incorporated with their new host program.

No tents? Cots, you say?

No FOB-ops? Impossible.

More sleep than at school!

Don’t forget to add

(Or subtract) that pesky GM,

or else the thorns will eat you.

It was just like an early Thanksgiving. Except this time, the turkeys ate our leftovers.

Black Hawk flight to start,

Good way to get excited,

Make the turkeys jealous.

We yell “incoming,”

Hearing the shrill, tell-tale whine,

Whoops, its not our lane.

The knowledge of torch
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I have to say, it’s fabulous to be back.

Returning to the Battalion as an MS 2, I’ve discovered how great it feels to know stuff.

To know, for example, that the female bathroom on the second floor of the armory is so rarely used that brown gunk sometimes comes out of the soap dispenser. (Well, I’m assuming it’s rarely used, but a bathroom’s a bathroom, especially when another bathroom is busy).

To know that new equipment looks cooler, but my equipment actually works…because it has since Vietnam.

To know that when my favorite janitor doesn’t say “hi” the way he normally does, its not because he’s having a bad day, but because he thinks I’m someone else when I’m in uniform and is confused as to how I know his name.

To know not to expect my book stipend to be in my mailbox, but to check anyway, just in case.

Some things I don’t know?  The names of all the new cadets. I try to learn them, I really do, but too often my eyes start desperately roving around for backup–a birthmark in the shape of a similar-sounding animal? nope. A non-regulation, very boring but also very useful tattoo? nope. And on their chest only a naked strip of velcro. Its times like these when I say a prayer for that prisoner somewhere whose job it is to machine-embroider on a nametape the tricky, probably hyphenated word of obscure origin that I cannot recall. Be swift and speedy, my friend, for all our sakes.

It’s alright, though; the newbies will forgive me. I certainly wasn’t fussed about being re-christened “hey” for a few weeks last year. I was too busy trying to learn all the things that now I consider second nature. Like what exactly to say to make each/one of my classmates want to murder me:

Other MS 2: “So at Air Assault, ___________[insert anecdote demonstrating difficulty and/or frustration and using at least one frighteningly large number of reps]____________.

Me: “Hey, so did you get paid over the summer?”

Other MS 2: “What!?! You got paid? I spent my summer crawling around in the heat doing overhead arm claps…(fades into incomprehensible grumbling)”

Me: “Oh yeah, what was that thing you did? What was it, again? I’m sorry, I forgot.”

Coming soon: Ranger Challenge! Push-ups! Room-clearing! Mud! Grenades! Blog posts that don’t make me sound like a complete jerk!