May 15th, 2003

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So, saw the Matrix: Resequeled. Collapse )

Walked up beeler 3ish. It smelled strangely like toasted cinnamon-raisin bagels, up the whole lenght of the street. Or at least that's the closest smell I know to what it smelled like. Kind of similar to the smell of the huge masses of rain-soaked maple leaves in the same area last fall.

Now, after being confused by being kept up so late, my brain is quite alert.
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Wow. Nicholson Baker is pretty freakin' awesome. Just finished "The Mezzanine". 130 precious pages about a ride up an office-building escalator, a broken shoelace, and... everything else. Beautiful, charming writing, hilarious, Amazonian footnotes, a hefty, metal, three-D-cell flashlight waved around an otherwise hazy, candle-lit world of tiny things. Need to find some of his other stuff.

Met with Frank earlier, this morning. I feared the worst (i. e. a loose mathematical thread that threatens to unravel the whole damn thing) but it was only a few typos and grammatical issues. Some of the typos were indeed important, but not hard to fix. Again, the pessimist is never disappointed!

After that spent some quality time with the baby grand in the OSC. Having some pretty good musical creative flow again lately. And since classes ended that room is almost always available. Sadly (well, only from one perspective) allewis is also leaving for Seattle very soon, so I am totally in dire need of people to jam with. But the good news is the reason that she's leaving, namely the amazon job came through. Go Ann! I definitely need to visit Seattle at some point in the future.
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With the satisfying faux-emboss reversal of an HTML form button, I feel my semester has finally achieved closure. The TPHOLs paper has been revised and submitted. Frank even said a word or two about it being a decent paper, but I still think it's one of the worst things I've written. I'm not sure to what extent it's just my old perfectionist habit rearing its head again, or whether I just feel so flailingly confused about such byzantine algorithms as those that I'm dealing with that I'm convinced anything I put down on paper about them has to be wrong and horrible and arg.

But I get to stand in front of a bunch of the brilliantest minds in my field in four months' time and talk about this thing that I feel so horribly insecure about, too! Joy of joys. Best to jump in the deep end, though, I think, and get used to the arctic, icy waters of peer review.

No, it's not really that bad at all. But it's so much more fun to write as if it were.