March 19th, 2003

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Advisor meeting was postponed because Frank was at platypuslord's talk. If I had known it was happening beforehand, I would have gone.

Meeting itself went fine because I asked lots of questions about the general topic of fudging difficult, "naturally classical" connectives into ILL, instead of focussing on how I still haven't come up with anything useful this past week. Rrr.

Funny moment in compilers. Todd says "now, you don't technically have to follow register allocation conventions. If you, you know, want to write all the code in the system yourself, never calling anyone else's libraries, or, say the operating system..." and then everyone starts laughing because tom is grinning and nodding.


Wore work on databases. Made some pretty graphs. Mike additionally told me how to forward cs-side email to andrew. No more shitty for me!

Dinner at Sam's with lincoln3. Went to madmadammim's orchestra piece performance after that. Totally awesome! Saw bobrost there, too.
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more Bus Guy

There he was again. On the 61B, heading downtown.

This time it was those little speckly brown napkins, the kind that looked like they're made from recycled paper. He sat near the back, on one of the benches that has three seats to it, in the middle, so he had space for note-piles on both sides. Two on the left, each with a couple dozen items, and four or five much smaller piles on the right.

I sat in the very back row, close enough to my mark to observe him, but not so close as to be obvious about it. Somehow I guessed that if he knew I was watching, he'd stop.

At one point his mumbling was suddenly interrupted by a grunt, and he took an angry swipe at one of the smaller piles, sending napkins flying around the back of the bus. A girl to my right chuckled a bit. He slowly collected those still remaining undisturbed on the seats next to him -- maybe he was being careful about the order of them -- and got off at the next stop.

I kept one of the discarded ones. I should scan it in some time.