evolution

Someone stole my license plate last night. $12 later for the plates and some screws that can’t easily be taken off, I’m street-legal again.

If I believed in karma, I’d be looking for the thief to get T-boned by a dump truck. But that’s just me.

1. I think my upstairs neighbors smoked a 37-pound brick of hash with a blowtorch and a fume hood that vents into my apartment. That is the only thing that could explain the current smell therein.

2. We had my former co-author’s bachelor party last night. I somehow managed to spend less than $200, although the group spent probably close to three times that much. No strippers, bartenders, or wait staff were harmed in the making of this post, although a few Cuban cigars and (today) some clay pigeons “took one for the team”.

Remember that I was on a weight-loss program last year at this time. I had lost twenty pounds to get down in the low 260s, but those pounds came back after an accident at my old job in which I nearly broke my toe and it didn’t heal for a month, and they brought ten of their friends, and this morning I tipped the scale at 291 pounds.

I remembered then not only how much more energetic I felt, but mentally sharper as well. For some reason all of a sudden I felt that the sluggishness was catching up with me.

Time to get back to work.

“Mathematician” is the top-ranked career in terms of median income and growth potential, according to a study by Careercast.com and printed in the Wall Street Journal.

Guess who’s number 2?

I might qualify that by saying that “mathematician” in this context probably means “private-sector research mathematician”, as “academic mathematician” has a relatively short shelf life (most work is done by the age of 40) and it can be difficult to find a job.

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1. I passed. Scores come out Monday. [↩]

Those of you who have been with me for a long time might remember that there used to be a co-contributor, my buddy Michael. Because of the nature of his work (which I can’t really tell you about), he doesn’t post here anymore except in the comments — I just thought I’d pass this along for those of you who know us both.

Well, apparently he spent his long weekend abusing high-grade industrial inhalants, because he proposed to his girlfriend. As far as I know, there is no date set.

You know, I sometimes wonder what this blog might have become if it had a little bit better marketing. Or, perhaps, a better writer. Maybe if its alcohol and strippers budget were a little smaller.

Seriously, people: I don’t know how much longer I’m going to stay with this, but thanks for coming this far with me.