"I'm afraid I can't help it... I'm afraid I can..."

[alexr_rwx]

- At the Black Dog, tonight, we ran into a fellow, waiting in line to get coffee, who revealed himself to be a CS postdoc, working on bioinformatics. He was from the Netherlands, and together (gently probing at each other's hackerness), we figured out that with a given scrabble hand, you're never going to have to check more than O(2^7 * 7!) sequences of letters to see which ones are words (it's like less than a few thousand and less than that because it's not really 7!) -- if you were writing the AI player for a computerized version of scrabble. This fellow gets many cool points; he softly explained what he was working on, and he had a cool accent...

- Garrett lomonthang is totally reading Jung and thinking all sorts of lofty thoughts, and maybe he's going to do sculpture-like things at FSU. And we saw Brett, who was playing funky beatZ up in the place at WVFS.

- After we visited Brett, we had tasty pitas and watched the partygoers crowd the streets and the bars. It was surreal.

- What do real people think about? What's a typical conversation sound like at the bars on Tennessee Street sound like? What does anybody discuss in this life? What is average -- and do the people we saw tonight count as average?

Comments

Re: Bowie is dead on

[elysianboarder.livejournal.com]

Just as long as after you get them in bed (which you will ultimately do because they want to be that way other wise why would they were such lipstick to show you that they are ready to mate), you roll over and turn on sports center. Cuddling is not allowed.