Nice blouses don't go with torn baggy jeans. changing clothes requires rethinking the whole keys-cards-cellphone arrangement. nice pants don't go with tevas. biking in high heels isn't bad, but walking with a heavy backpack on one shoulder just doesn't work. this must be how normal women feel when forced to appear in public in completely informal ( Read more... )

nothing motivates me to do math better than being forced to not do it for a week. anyone know a good book to read about Fuchsian Lattices? especially non-arithmetic ones?

being suddenly told to produce a detailed outline of my thesis out of thin air (and a one-page summary of same in non-technical language, and some more propaganda about why i am cool) on one week's notice is unnerving as well as hectic. i am mostly ok with the abstract fact of graduating next year; but writing down a timeline of exactly how i'm ( Read more... )

So there's this one website that's stealing many hours of my life, and i'd like to make it maximally difficult for me to go there. It's very easy to do this on my windows machine IF i were using IExplorer; which i of course am not. Any idea how to do this in mozilla ( Read more... )

   In order to avoid toppling off the log and into a torrent of muddy ( Read more... )

    Some parade monsters were nice; multi-color-backlit ice-sculpures were nice; people wearing blinky necklaces, glasses, and swords were nice. But far nicer were big fuzzy snowflakes and soggy-dark boston streets. Creatures peeking out of BostonPublicLibrary's windows were somewhere in-between.
    Anime is strange but good; amature modern dance ( Read more... )

 The world is finally properly grey and cold. Yay! Grey fuzzy monsters have eaten the firemoon, and shamans promise water falling from the sky for four days running! Llovely. Time to break out waterproof biking gear.

Flying at sunrise thursday and saturday was surprizingly ( Read more... )

between saturday, december 24th, and sunday, january 8th, i shall be on the east coast (in boston, mostly), so if any of you east-coast people want to get together, drop me a line, give me a call!

One late night in a dark office taking a break from working on math, sipping coffee and blackberry brandy, I introduced Crystal (a fellow grad student) to Dreamy (a rather small frog), and mentioned that some strange people think that his name is Turtle. "But where is his shell?" quoth Crystal, and instantly I imagine a turtle shell attached to ( Read more... )

   Wondering the city late last night with an Alex from 'tech ( Read more... )