Well, the Westboro Baptist Church came to campus, and I took some pictures. I’ll post’em later, since I really ought to be studying.
Status: Studying for Functional on Tuesday. 0 of 3 finals done.
I started reading that Roger Penrose book —what’s it called? The Road to Reality? Yeah. It’s alright so far. It’s kind of neat, since it summarizes a bunch’a stuff I was working on this year. But I don’t know how good it’ll stay when I get going past the first 100 pgs.
Next quarter is algebraic number theory, algebraic curves, diffimanifolds (MAYBE.) and sittin’ in on Alg Topology. V excited.
I got the g + pollack diffi-topology book. It had “extensive notes” as advertised. I hate other people’s notes, so I erased them. All 222 pages of them. It took me 6 hours. But really, it was worth it?
At least I have a “new” copy now. That’s some 40 years old.
Wow. You know, I didn’t even think of that. It’s from 1974, I think, which was something like 35 years ago. Assuming the person who took those notes was an undergraduate about my age (let’s say 21. i’m old.) which is reasonable because they kept noting what “injective” meant in the margin (?), and we tally this up — it means that this person is something like 56 years old now. And I’m guessing the person who owned it didn’t have any kids who wanted to be mathematicians. That’s kind of sad.
If my kids wanted to do anything but math, I’d lock them in the basement.
Jus’ joshin’. They can do whatever they want. So long as it’s not gender studies, art, music, or philosophy. Or that kind of econ where you only need to take calculus.
Or botany. Oh, lord, help them if they become botanists.
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