madcapkid

I have been a busy kid, and yet if my thesis were a model airplane, I would only be mildly dizzy from the glue.
So that is a bad comparison, but I am sticking with it!

I am recovering from quite a crazy night, my supervising professor, several post docs, and myself piled into his van and drove to Antigonish to visit a colaborator at St. of X university; I have a new view on all of the GR geeks that are his postdocs. It turns out they are all insane, and Coley (my supervisor) has to be the craziest. Insane is a good thing, I mean they have a sick sense of humour and are too smart for their own good. Also eighty-percent of what they say is bullshit and jokes meant to fuck with everyone in earshot, the rest is sweet sweet mathematics.

Oh yes, and I think I am dating sort of... I am not sure exactly. This girl comes over and we go out for dinner or something, I bring her back, then kissing, hey look boobies, and evereyone goes home happy; but she insists it is not a date.

Quite the strange situation, I guess I am old fashioned and I like titles?