CAG@LOCS#9
Village Grounds has the amusing quality of broadcasting a CBS sports channel on a widescreen TV positioned directly over several shelves of obscure coffee-shop books, muted, with ethnically diverse tranquil instrumental music on the speakers. Berkeley in a nutshell.
Of course, for having biodegradable plasticware and giving me a size discount (large to medium) for providing my own mug, i've no complaints.
Next week i'm going to have to balance my out-of-class time between depression over the end of my 7 Days of Seminars and a fresh infusion of enthusiasm over my t****s project. Hopefully these ups and downs will restabilize once i un-relocate back to Blacksburg. The certainty is that i will be attending more conferences, giving more talks, and chatting more with algebraic geometers and combinatorialists than before my self-imposed exile. That alone qualifies this venture as a success: More than ever before, and than many people i've known for a long time, i know what i want out of life.
I've germinated several ideas on the heels of my t****s that may produce very interesting results (i.e. papers) or may produce indiscernible garbage. The curiosity is that there's no "hope" either way; in mathematics, things are as they are and our only meaningful hope is to understand more fully the niche we shine our own insight upon and dedicate ourselves to the bashing (difficult computation) of. What's great to now have, and what was (unbeknownst to me at the time but probably knownst to many) sorely lacking before, is a community of common-minded crazies, childishly eager to know what you do but patient and considerate enough to let you do it.
The shop is closing. See you for my morning mocha.
Of course, for having biodegradable plasticware and giving me a size discount (large to medium) for providing my own mug, i've no complaints.
Next week i'm going to have to balance my out-of-class time between depression over the end of my 7 Days of Seminars and a fresh infusion of enthusiasm over my t****s project. Hopefully these ups and downs will restabilize once i un-relocate back to Blacksburg. The certainty is that i will be attending more conferences, giving more talks, and chatting more with algebraic geometers and combinatorialists than before my self-imposed exile. That alone qualifies this venture as a success: More than ever before, and than many people i've known for a long time, i know what i want out of life.
I've germinated several ideas on the heels of my t****s that may produce very interesting results (i.e. papers) or may produce indiscernible garbage. The curiosity is that there's no "hope" either way; in mathematics, things are as they are and our only meaningful hope is to understand more fully the niche we shine our own insight upon and dedicate ourselves to the bashing (difficult computation) of. What's great to now have, and what was (unbeknownst to me at the time but probably knownst to many) sorely lacking before, is a community of common-minded crazies, childishly eager to know what you do but patient and considerate enough to let you do it.
The shop is closing. See you for my morning mocha.