As you might expect, an elaborately worded, picture filled, profound exposé evoking much emotion and starring great acumen is in the works.
This is not that post. Make room for another run-of-the-mill statement-of-fact post you’ve gotten to know and love.
I got back yesterday from Cambridge, MA. It was awesome, as usual. The talk went off well, and thankfully, my turn to speak was scheduled on the first day, so I got to spend the rest of the week there with no real pressure.
Which means I had plenty of time to arbitrarily walk around and do stuff. And stuff I did. Nothing remarkable to report however.
Oddly enough, on the last evening there, I got to spend some time with a classmate of mine from highschool. I hadn’t seen him since then, and our lives had gotten on slightly different paths in that time. It was nice catching up, and getting to know a little bit about what’s going on with other people.
Much was said and agreed/disagreed upon.
However, one thing was exceptionally unequivocal and unanimous. The hottest (yes, superlative) women we’ve had the pleasure of being around were in school. Easily. One would naively assume, the more you travel around and the more you experience, the better things get in this regard.
Unfortunately, no, it’s all been seriously downhill from there. And gradient has been so sharp, it’s like some sort of carefully planned cruel joke.
Oh, that, and S failing Stanford quals was truly an event worth celebrating. It’s OK to be happy when bad things happen to annoying people.