The Road, Black and Blue
OK, so I hyperextend metaphors. (See my last two post titles.)
I have had the (mis?)fortune of not having to encounter classmates (peers is no longer a valid term) thus far. If all goes well, I won't have to see any of them until the second day of school in September.
I promise that my blogging will slow down after (a) I can't find a high-speed internet connection, (b) I stop traveling (at start of school), ergo no longer have interesting things to say, ergo needn't post, or (c) some combination of the two. I should note that this is the first blog or web communication thingee other than the school debate page (which I set up) on which I have posted more than once or twice.
Not many of you handled an authentic Nobel Prize medal today. The winner now lives in a largely unkempt house which was once a WWII officers' quarters in NJ. Because he had acne at a time when radiation therapy was a safe and effective cure for such problems, he has had much of the right side and some of the left of his face surgically removed. Other than that, he's in great shape and remarkably understandable for a man with half a jaw (part an arm bone donated the other half). Remarkable reminiscences changed hands and it was quite a meeting.
David is still the best roommate of the last 7 weeks (parents and sister are not making the grade).
My family and I might drive through the Princeton campus tomorrow morning, or we may just continue down the road to Fishel-ville, where we'll catch the Giants/Pirates game. National League baseball is much more interesting than the AL stuff I'm used to. Some time after that, we plan to wear as much Twins garb as possible to a Twins/Indians game in Cleveland. The prayerful among you may pray for two things: 1) no rain, 2) make it out of the Cleveland ball park in one piece. The rest of you may invoke Foucault to the same purpose.
Until fireflies beckon me home,
Michael
I have had the (mis?)fortune of not having to encounter classmates (peers is no longer a valid term) thus far. If all goes well, I won't have to see any of them until the second day of school in September.
I promise that my blogging will slow down after (a) I can't find a high-speed internet connection, (b) I stop traveling (at start of school), ergo no longer have interesting things to say, ergo needn't post, or (c) some combination of the two. I should note that this is the first blog or web communication thingee other than the school debate page (which I set up) on which I have posted more than once or twice.
Not many of you handled an authentic Nobel Prize medal today. The winner now lives in a largely unkempt house which was once a WWII officers' quarters in NJ. Because he had acne at a time when radiation therapy was a safe and effective cure for such problems, he has had much of the right side and some of the left of his face surgically removed. Other than that, he's in great shape and remarkably understandable for a man with half a jaw (part an arm bone donated the other half). Remarkable reminiscences changed hands and it was quite a meeting.
David is still the best roommate of the last 7 weeks (parents and sister are not making the grade).
My family and I might drive through the Princeton campus tomorrow morning, or we may just continue down the road to Fishel-ville, where we'll catch the Giants/Pirates game. National League baseball is much more interesting than the AL stuff I'm used to. Some time after that, we plan to wear as much Twins garb as possible to a Twins/Indians game in Cleveland. The prayerful among you may pray for two things: 1) no rain, 2) make it out of the Cleveland ball park in one piece. The rest of you may invoke Foucault to the same purpose.
Until fireflies beckon me home,
Michael
posted by Michael Barany at 10:30 PM
2 Comments:
Fishel-ville Haha I love it. I wonder if your parents lock the bathroom???? Keep posting son
Princeton has a gorgeous campus. That's all I could pick up from the driveby. Bodanszky, 89, Hungarian chemist in the area, claims that the math department is superb but everyone is really snobbish. I was turned off by the what-I'm-told-is-typical humidity.
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