Mikkel and I drove up to Tewksbury and launched rockets on Saturday. I managed to forget the launch rod and break one of Mikkel's rockets. Read all about it. I still haven't flown the Nerd Magnet.
The Harvard TCS Winterfest was a total wash. It had lots of potential but the execution was lame and I left early. It wasn't Pei-Hsin's fault that I didn't enjoy myself, but I'm sure she'll construe it as such. On a related note, she seems to be suffering from the delusion that Dance Dance Revolution is in some way related to actual dancing. She can't reconcile my DDR love with my deep-seated hatred for ballroom dancing. Perhaps it has something to do with her never having played it; I don't know.
At the beginning of the RST seminar today there was a memorial for Professor Lidsky who died recently. Several of the professors got up and said a few words about him in rememberancee. They talked about him in a way that I hope people will one day talk about me. I never knew the guy but from their descriptions, he sounded like someone I would have liked a lot. It was a rare glimpse into the community that exists between the faculty of the department. Odd to see a professor cry...
I'm all set for my first journey to New Mexico of the year. I leave bright and fucking early tomorrow morning, estimated time of departure: 6am. I'll be spending a couple days with Dan in action-packed Soccoro before heading up to Los Alamos on Saturday. No caving or hiking this time. Just like my postings from January of 1999, it's time for me to impress the hell out of people there. New group, new project, etc.
But its good to know that the same old breakfast buritto will be waiting for me at chiliworks.
