Some more things

Weirdest thing happened today. I was walking up Broadway listening to my iPod, and this guy, who was walking down Broadway talking on his mobile, stops, stares at me, and tells whoever he was talking to that he has to get off the phone. Although I do not recognize him, I stop, as he so evidently recognizes me.

He turns out to be the guy whom I lent my notes from Dante's Divine Comedy perhaps less than midway through fall semester freshman year. Yes, well nigh on two years ago. He never came to class before he borrowed my notes or after he returned them, either; I did see him, once, at the library at the end of that semester, attempting to produce a paper from nothing at all.

It was not, therefore, terribly surprising that he took an incomplete in that class, which he let turn into an F, along with four other incompletes, which are preventing him from graduating, but which he has been allowed to try to make up (again).

He has still not, incidentally, read so much as the Inferno.

I did let him have my email address in order that I might be of some minor assistance when he does so, although I obviously have no intension of writing his final paper for him or anything like as that would be far too much work.

Anyway, once that was done with I proceeded to A Cultural History of Computers, Robots and A.I. (hereafter Robots), which was nifty. Professor is a Descartes fanboy, newly twigged onto Stephan Wolfram and his New Kind of Science, and those were the primary topics of our first day, especially seeing as how he had not actually got our syllabi with him, so he could not go over it. We also talked about Plato, St. Augustine, and this guy who built a "chess-playing machine" but it was really just this giant box filled with gears and wheels and oh yeah, a midget contortionist who played a mean game of chess. Good times, good times.

Met up with vlamidala at scholars after all, yay.

That's about it, really.

Some more things

Weirdest thing happened today. I was walking up Broadway listening to my iPod, and this guy, who was walking down Broadway talking on his mobile, stops, stares at me, and tells whoever he was talking to that he has to get off the phone. Although I do not recognize him, I stop, as he so evidently recognizes me.

He turns out to be the guy whom I lent my notes from Dante's Divine Comedy perhaps less than midway through fall semester freshman year. Yes, well nigh on two years ago. He never came to class before he borrowed my notes or after he returned them, either; I did see him, once, at the library at the end of that semester, attempting to produce a paper from nothing at all.

It was not, therefore, terribly surprising that he took an incomplete in that class, which he let turn into an F, along with four other incompletes, which are preventing him from graduating, but which he has been allowed to try to make up (again).

He has still not, incidentally, read so much as the Inferno.

I did let him have my email address in order that I might be of some minor assistance when he does so, although I obviously have no intension of writing his final paper for him or anything like as that would be far too much work.

Anyway, once that was done with I proceeded to A Cultural History of Computers, Robots and A.I. (hereafter Robots), which was nifty. Professor is a Descartes fanboy, newly twigged onto Stephan Wolfram and his New Kind of Science, and those were the primary topics of our first day, especially seeing as how he had not actually got our syllabi with him, so he could not go over it. We also talked about Plato, St. Augustine, and this guy who built a "chess-playing machine" but it was really just this giant box filled with gears and wheels and oh yeah, a midget contortionist who played a mean game of chess. Good times, good times.

Met up with vlamidala at scholars after all, yay.

That's about it, really.